Wu Ji clenched his five fingers into fists, and the sound made was full of hope.
If you stimulate potential, overdraw your life, and kill all enemies with one punch, then all three of you still have hope of survival, but if you can't do this, you will give your three of you a complete explanation.
"A blow that burns the blood and blood?"
"Want to turn the tables through this blow? Haha... you are destined to be unable to succeed..."
"Wait... help me to sacrifice the holy soldiers!"
Qingyun burst into laughter.
Hearing the word "holy soldier", the other people in the Qing family changed slightly, and the old eyes showed a bit of solemnity. Then the handprints changed at the same time, and the blood and energy produced strangely poured into Qingyun's body. Then, he slowly became more and more from his hands.
A black and white aura emerged.
clang!
The sound of gold and iron was buzzing, and the black and white aura flew in a row, quickly condensed into a giant sword in the air. The black and white giant sword was floating and undulating.
With a buzzing sound, the giant sword made a loud sound, and the terrifying sword intent rushed into all directions.
"Spiritual treasure holy soldier?!"
Han Santong screamed and saw the extraordinaryness of the giant sword at a glance.
There is a power that is far beyond the king's realm. This is the real holy realm aura, which can only be possessed by a real saint. There is no doubt that the black and white giant sword in Qingyun's hand is truly qualified to use it in the holy realm.
The spiritual treasure.
"Dieting under the Yin-Yang Holy Sword is a great blessing for you!"
Qingyun sneered and spoke, then took three steps back, separated from the other four people in different directions, stretched out his hand in the void, and controlled the Spirit Treasure Holy Soldier together.
With the cultivation level of the five of them, if used alone, it would not be enough to exert the maximum power of the spiritual treasure.
Hurry!
Under the infusion of five huge blood qi, the Yin-Yang Holy Sword burst out with black and white light, making the surrounding space a little distorted. Behind the five people, a black and white field formed, blocking all the raging aura.
"The Qing family in Kaiyuan City... is really... extremely powerful. He even handed over the holy soldiers and spiritual treasures to the King Realm for use?"
Ye Feng no longer had anger in his heart, but he was more worried while sighing.
Any spiritual treasure that is contaminated with the aura of the holy realm must have much more power than the heavenly spiritual weapon. He has experienced this in the Endless Sea.
The holy soldiers and spiritual treasures used by Qingyun and the Yin-Yang Holy Swords were obviously more powerful than the last demon clan holy soldiers.
Not only does it focus on attack, it can also provide some defense. The black and white field exposed around the sword body is extremely strong, like a small barrier, protecting one side.
"cut!"
"kill!"
The cold shouts of killing sounded at the same time, and both sides each made their strongest blows.
The Yin-Yang Holy Sword slashed down through the air, drawing out thousands of phantoms, and the power emitted made the world freeze.
Buzz!
The black sword light was like a mountain and a mountain, like a steel Great Wall rushing down, shaking up nearly a hundred feet high of earth waves, and trying to knock the white tiger out of that sky.
The white sword energy is extremely sharp, with a sharp murderous intent that is constantly aggressive, like a lightning bolt that tear apart the void, it suddenly hits Bai Hucheng and slashes down vertically.
At the same moment, the killing artistic conception inspired by the White Tiger Holy Technique was also promoted to the peak by the White Tiger Cult. His entire body energy was no longer retained at this time, and the blood of his mouth was burning with a bang.
The Yuanli borrowed from Ye Feng has long been used up, and the dantian is as dry as a desert, with no drop left.
At this moment, the only half of the sky where he was in the sky was filled with wolf smoke and blood, spreading into the sky.
Rumble!
Before the sword light came, Bai Hucheng had already shot over and punched him.
It was like the scorching sun rushing down from the sky, and the dazzling fire emitted by the burning essence and blood, which was fiercely connected with the black and white giant swords.
Dong!
The dull explosion was like a big pot surging. I don't know how many tens of thousands of pounds of force poured on Baihucheng, causing his bones to rattle. However, he did not step back and waved his radiant fist and rolled a raucous fist.
The Dao Sword Light flew into the air.
There are endless clangs!
The sword sounds like gold and jade, clear and exciting, and deafening.
Blood splattered all over the world, and the White Tiger used the supreme law to block the attack of the Lingbao, but the black and white sword body penetrated into his arm and pierced out from his shoulders.
"Quick! Kill him into two pieces!"
Qingyun screamed loudly, his heart was like a storm. The remaining white tiger was a pervert. With a blow of burning boats, who knows what kind of accident would happen?
The five people sprayed a mouthful of blood at the same time. Two auras in the black and white holy sword surged, and the sword light swept across, trying to cut off the white tiger's upper body.
"Who can bully me?!"
The roaring white tiger sounded like thunder in the dry land. He suddenly grabbed the Yin-Yang Holy Sword with both hands, and beat it hard, and a piece of sword tip broke in response to the sound.
"kill!"
The sound of killing shook the sky, and the broken sword edge also cut his arm, but he didn't realize it. He took a hundred feet and appeared directly next to Han Santong.
"The person surnamed Han, this sect has a blood debt of tens of thousands of lives. Let's start with you first... Now the Japanese sect is the main one who pays for your blood debts!"
In the world and the boundless murderous intent surged in all directions, and punched Han Santong.
"The White Tiger is... You, you are exhausted and you are gone, I am not afraid of you!"
Han Santong would not have thought that Bai Hucheng had duel with the Qing family masters and had time to kill him?
After shouting a strong and savage voice, he tried his best to resist. A strong dead aura rushed out of his body, and a faint green lantern appeared on his palm, and then he was squeezed and exploded by Han Santong.
Hula!
The soul of the wronged burned, igniting the dead energy that rushed out. Behind him, a huge lantern, which was also dark green, rose up, and the bleak flames shot out, burning hundreds of feet of void red.
Faced with the fierce attack of Bai Hucheng, Han Santong directly sacrificed his martial soul... Tian Ghost Lamp.
The martial souls that are enough to absorb countless ghosts.
I don’t know how many warriors were killed by Han Santong and refined their souls, becoming enemies who became tigers.
However, he ignored one of them. Bai Hucheng, who was close to him, suddenly looked stunned. There were clearly shadows of several masters of the White Tiger Sect in the burning soul.
The former genius became the evil spirits of the enemy.
The unshakable hatred intertwined into a murderous intent. He took action angrily, his hands formed claws, and his artistic conception rules were lingering, and he grabbed the huge green lantern with one hand.
"Elder Qingyun, hurry up and... take action!"
Han Santong shouted loudly at the top of his lungs, pouring the green flames on his head, trying to turn the white tiger into ashes, and at the same time called on Qingyun and others to help.
The old man stepped into the coffin board with one foot, but in fact he was most afraid of death. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have practiced evil methods and absorbed the vitality of warriors to save lives.
Qingyun and others naturally would not miss this opportunity. The broken piece of Yin and Yang Holy Sword circled slightly in the air and fell down like lightning again.
Bang!
Bai Hucheng seemed to have not taken the giant sword that had pierced in the air to heart, and grabbed it hard, and the Tiangod lamp was shattered out of thin air. How could Han Santong be Bai Hucheng's opponent?
He was unable to catch even a single move under Bai Hucheng, who had exploded the White Tiger Holy Technique.
Even if Baihucheng can only burst out with some power at the moment, he cannot compete with it. Only at this moment did they realize the gap between the late stage of the King Realm and the semi-saint.