Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"I hope... Master Bai can succeed!"

Wu Ji clenched her five fingers into a fist, and her voice was full of hope.

If you can stimulate your potential, overdraw your life and kill all the enemies with one punch, then you still have hope to live, but if you can't do this, you'll completely explain yourself.

"A blow that burns the vitality of blood essence?"

"Want to turn the tables with this blow? Ha ha... You are doomed to fail..."

"You wait... Help me sacrifice the holy soldier!"

The green cloud burst out laughing.

Hearing the word "holy soldier", several other people in the Green family turned pale slightly, and a little dignified appeared in the old eyes. Immediately, the fingerprints changed together, and the blood gas poured into Qingyun. Then, a black-and-white gas slowly appeared from his hands.

Qiang!

The sound of gold and iron was buzzing. The black-and-white breath was intertwined and flying. It quickly condensed into a huge sword in mid air. The huge black-and-white sword was suspended and fluctuating.

With a buzzing sound, the giant sword sounded loud and clear, and the terrible sword intention hit ten directions.

"Lingbao holy soldier?!"

Han Santong screamed and saw the extraordinary of the giant sword at a glance.

There is a power far beyond the king's realm attached to the sword. This is the breath of the real holy realm. Only a real saint can have it. There is no doubt that the black-and-white giant sword in Qingyun's hand is a treasure that only the holy realm is qualified to use.

"It's your great blessing to die under the holy sword of yin and Yang!"

With a sneer, Qingyun immediately stepped back three steps, separated from the other four people in different directions, stretched out his hand in the void and controlled the holy soldier of Lingbao together.

If the cultivation of the five kings were used alone, it would not be enough to give full play to the greatest power of Lingbao.

WOW!

Under the five huge blood gas perfusion, the yin-yang holy sword blooms black-and-white light, which distorts the surrounding space. Behind the five people, it forms a black-and-white field, blocking all the raging breath.

"The Green family in Kaiyuan city... Is really... The inside information is so powerful that even the holy soldier Lingbao is handed over to Wang Jing for use?"

Ye Feng had no anger in his heart. While sighing, he was more worried.

However, the power of any spiritual treasure contaminated with the breath of the holy land must surpass many heavenly level spiritual tools, which he has learned in the endless sea.

The holy soldier Lingbao and yin-yang holy sword used by Qingyun five are obviously more powerful than the last demon clan holy soldier.

It can not only attack, but also provide some defense. The black-and-white field around the sword body is extremely solid, just like a small border to protect one side.

"Cut!"

"Kill!"

The cold cry of killing sounded at the same time, and both sides hit their own strongest blow.

The yin-yang holy sword was cut off across the air, which led to thousands of illusions. The power emitted made the world freeze.

Buzz!

The black sword was like a mountain, like a great wall of steel rolling down, shaking up nearly a hundred feet of earth waves to knock the white tiger out of the sky.

The white sword has a peerless edge and aggressive killing intention. It is like a lightning tearing through the void. At once, it comes to Bai Hucheng and splits down vertically.

At the same time, the felling artistic conception inspired by the white tiger holy art was also promoted to the peak by white tiger Cheng. At this time, his whole body strength was no longer reserved, and his blood essence burned.

The yuan force borrowed from Ye Feng has long been exhausted. The Dantian is as dry as a desert, and there is no drop left.

At the moment, the only thing in this half of the sky where he lived was the billowing wolf smoke and blood, which spread into the sky.

Boom!

Without waiting for the sword to come, white tiger Cheng has shot and punched.

It's like the scorching sun rushing down from the sky and the dazzling fire emitted by burning blood essence, boldly connected with the black-and-white giant sword.

Dong!

It was as dull and loud as a big fou. I don't know how many kilograms of strength poured on Bai Hucheng, making his bones snap. However, he didn't step back, waved his shining fist and flew swords in the air.

The sound of clang is heard all the time!

The sound of the sword is like gold and jade. It is clear and exciting and enlightens the deaf.

The blood splashed everywhere. Bai Hucheng blocked Lingbao's strike with the supreme law, but the black-and-white sword body penetrated into his arm and pierced out of his shoulder.

"Come on! Cut him in two!"

Qingyun screamed loudly. His heart was like a raging wave. The bloody white tiger Cheng could be called a pervert. With a blow, who knows what will happen?

The five people sprayed a mouthful of blood at the same time, and the two breath in the black-and-white holy sword soared. The sword was sweeping, and the white tiger's upper body was to be cut off.

"Who can deceive me?!"

The roaring white tiger's voice was like the roar of thunder in the dry land. He suddenly grabbed the yin-yang holy sword with both hands and broke it hard. A blade of the sword broke in response to the sound.

"Kill!"

The sound of killing shook jiuxiao, and the broken sword edge also cut his arm, but he didn't realize that he appeared directly next to Han Santong.

"Han, we owe blood and tens of thousands of lives. We'll start with you... Today, we mainly pay for your blood!"

In the four fields of heaven and earth, the boundless killing intention surged to Han Santong with one punch.

"White tiger becomes... You, your oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. I'm not afraid of you!"

Han Santong didn't expect Bai Hucheng to duel with the Green family experts, but he still had time to kill himself?

After shouting excellent Li Nei EBA's voice, he tried his best to resist. A strong dead spirit rushed out of his body, and a dark green lantern appeared in his palm. Then he was pinched and exploded by Han Santong.

Hula!

The burning of the wronged soul ignited the dead spirit. From behind him, a huge lantern with the same faint green shadow rose, and the pale flame burst into the void, burning hundreds of feet red.

In the face of the fierce blow of white tiger Cheng, Han Santong directly sacrificed his martial spirit... Sky Ghost lamp.

Enough to absorb countless ghosts.

I don't know how many martial artists were killed by Han Santong and became ghosts who worked for the tiger.

However, he ignored one of them. The close white tiger Cheng was suddenly stunned. In the burning soul, there were clearly the shadows of several white tiger sect experts.

In the past, Tianjiao and Renjie became evil spirits in the hands of their enemies.

The hatred that could not be melted was intertwined into a towering murderous intention. He angrily took his hand, his hands into claws, and the artistic conception law of winding into pieces, and grabbed the huge dark green lantern.

"Elder Qingyun, hurry... Move!"

Han Santong roared at the top of his voice. The dark green flame poured down his head to turn the white tiger into ashes. At the same time, he called Qingyun and others to help.

The old man stepped into the coffin with one foot. In fact, he was most afraid of death. Otherwise, he would not practice evil magic and absorb the vitality of martial artists.

Qingyun and others will not miss this opportunity. The severed yin-yang holy sword hovers in the air and cuts down like lightning again.

Pop!

White tiger Cheng didn't seem to take the huge sword stabbed in the air to his heart. He grabbed it hard. The sky Ghost lamp was blown up out of thin air. How could Han Santong be white tiger Cheng's opponent.

He couldn't catch a move under Bai Hucheng, who broke out the white tiger holy art.

Even if Bai Hucheng can only burst out some power at present, he can't compete. At this moment, they can realize the gap between the late king and the semi saint.

Not only Yuan Li can make up fo