Jian Wuhui's body fell heavily to the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood again, and he barely stood up from the ground with his sword in hand.
"Haha... how about it? If you admit defeat now, I can still consider letting you live." Henry stood thirty meters in front of Jian Wuhui, pointed the long sword diagonally at Jian Wuhui, and said with a sneer.
"Huh." Jian Wuhui snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes suddenly flashed with two frightening cold lights.
The temperature near the arena instantly dropped to freezing point, and in the biting cold wind, thin ice crystals fell like petals.
"Watch the move! Frost Wuji!"
Jian Wuhui shouted loudly and used all his strength to activate the special frost soul power in the fighting spirit and pour it into the long sword.
The long sword instantly shone with a hundred feet of silver-blue Hao light. The long sword swung and shot out more than a hundred rays of frost fighting energy towards Henry.
This kind of special attribute of Dou Qi, the cold attack is very strong. As long as it is close to the opponent's body, the opponent's movement speed can be slowed down instantly. It is a kind of creation soul skill, which was passed down to him by his father.
"This kind of attack is useless to me. If you want to die, then I will help you." Henry narrowed his cold eyes, determined to kill in his heart, raised his palm, as if condensing the surrounding air in front of him,
He pushed the waves with energy and made a huge palm print.
The palm print rushed towards more than a hundred rays of frost fighting energy that flew towards it, instantly smashing the fighting energy into pieces.
Jian Wuhui's expression changed drastically. He could kill a saint-level master with this move. How could Henry break it so easily?
"Haha, what a small skill! Let's see what else you can do!"
As soon as Henry finished speaking, his figure flashed in front of Jian Wuhui, and the long sword pierced his chest!
"Stop it!"
The elder of the Wushen Sect beside the ring exclaimed, but Henry's speed was so fast that he couldn't even react.
"Bang!" There was a crisp sound.
Jian Wuhui had already closed his eyes in despair, and suddenly heard this crisp sound. He opened his eyes in surprise, and saw the figure of a man wearing jet-black dragon scale armor standing in front of him.
"Huh?" Henry frowned and saw that his long sword had been held up by the Mubai Dragon-Slaying Sword.