Nine Realms Sword Master

Bai Ye couldn't explain how terrifying this hand was.

But he firmly believes that if he is caught by this hand, his physical body will inevitably turn into flesh in an instant. Mission, completely dead.

The current end Yan, its power has completely connected the sky and the earth, connected the space, connected the universe.

As long as he is willing, one palm and one punch can affect the entire space.

Bai Ye's eyes widened, looking at the palm he grabbed towards him, feeling that the strength of his whole body was pressed back by this punch...

Too tough!

But he never gave up, and he didn't want to sit still!

Amidst this electric light and flint, Bai Ye yelled abruptly, launching the Supreme Coming Art.

Huh!

A terrifying phantom of the sword **** appeared immediately behind him, the phantom buckled the sword, and slashed fiercely towards the end.

"Ok?"

Finally Yan frowned, but did not stop.

In an instant.

Huh!

Finally, the hand that reached out was directly cut off.

Blood spattered.

However... the severed hand hasn't stopped yet, instead it continued to strike forward.

Bai Ye's breathing trembled, trying to dodge, but it was too late.

Boom!

He saw that the severed hand was like a cannonball, and it hit Bai Ye's chest fiercely.

Suddenly, Bai Ye's chest was like a vortex, and all the flesh and blood were twisted. As the fist shattered, his person also flew out and hit the ruins not far away, splashing a lot of dust and flames.

"what?"

The world trembled.

Everyone looks incredible.

The power of this punch is so terrible.

This is the ultimate strength?

"Dragon Lord!!"

Countless people trembled.

"white night?"

The Raksha girl couldn't help but glanced at that, her face worried.

But seeing Bai Ye lying on the ground, it was difficult to get up, blood was constantly vomiting in his mouth, and his appearance was so miserable and miserable.

As for his chest, it is even more bloody.

The chest was completely twisted and torn, and the internal organs and bones were all broken.

And... from the position, the area where he was injured is the area where the heavenly soul is!

Although that punch didn't penetrate Bai Ye's body, but this hideous injury, not to mention ruining the heavenly soul, would definitely cause serious damage to the heavenly soul.

The heavenly soul is the basis for a soul to maintain the battle!

The Heavenly Soul was injured... Then no matter how powerful this soul person was, he would definitely not be able to continue fighting.

The people around were staring blankly, and everyone's expression became complicated.

The people of the Dark Dynasty applauded, shouting the name of End Yan.

And Bai Ye's end was a mournful voice.

"The heavenly souls are all damaged... defeated! We are defeated!"

"God, what magic weapon was used in the end! Why is it so terrible?"

"His methods are too powerful! It is impossible for us to fight against such methods!"

"Why Lord Bai Ye doesn't use Hong Bing? What the **** is he doing?"

"Idiot, in that situation, even if you use Hong Bing, you may not be able to win... Do you think Lord Bai Ye has a chance to use Hong Bing?"

"I think he is **** at all, so there is no need for Hong Bing..."

Many people muttered, talked, panicked, and restless.

There was even Jiangjun shouting.

They were too disappointed with Bai Ye's performance.

In their opinion, if Bai Ye loses, they will not survive! Since it is impossible to survive, they don't have so many worries.

"Bai Ye, I think you should use Hong Bing! Otherwise, you are not my opponent at all. As I said, you are too dependent on Hong Bing. If you don't use Hong Bing, you will be nothing!" said finally Yan lightly. , And there were bursts of green light from the severed hand, and the broken arm grew again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"But... I... didn't lose..."

At this moment, Bai Ye lying on the ground over there suddenly said in a hoarse and weak voice.

"Do I have to kill you so that you are willing to accept the fact that you lost?" finally shook his head and said.

"These are just skin injuries... how can you lose?"

Bai Ye said.

Suddenly, strange snow lights appeared on his body.

Xuemang was born, and his broken chest suddenly lit up again.

That was the light of the heavenly soul.

Under these bright packages, Bai Ye's body was healing quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye...

In the blink of an eye, his body recovered as before, and all the depressions and cracks in his chest healed...

"what?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Finally Yan also condensed his eyes, staring at Bai Ye.

After a while, he realized something and said coldly: "You transferred the Heavenly Soul??"

"Yes."

Bai Ye threw away the severed hand that was still stuck in his chest, and said calmly: "I didn't expect your broken hand to have such a powerful force. Fortunately, I transferred the heavenly soul fast enough. At the very moment, I let all my heavenly souls condense in my abdomen, avoiding your offensive, so even if your offensive is fierce, to me, it is just a wound of flesh and blood. You can’t make a single blow Kill me, then no matter the multiple injuries, I can heal in a very short time."

"The recovery type heaven soul on your body can't give you such an ability, I think...you must have an extraordinary recovery magic weapon?" Finally he said.

Bai Ye nodded.

Yan finally guessed right.

In the situation just now, he urged the Qingxue Divine Clothes that was draped on him.

He has been wearing this dress, but because it is invisible and transparent, many people have not noticed it.

In this severely injured situation, Bai Ye could rely on this magic weapon to heal his body even if he did not urge the heavenly soul.

"Very good! Very good! If I killed you with just one blow, I would feel bored. If so, let's come again!"

Finally Yan shouted, folded his hands together, and then waved at the white night sky: "Zhutian!!"

Boom...

Above the sky, a huge shadow of the **** appeared instantly.

The phantom was so long that it stood on the edge of the Dark Dynasty.

The entire dark dynasty was like a toy before him.

Bai Ye glanced at that.

But look at the gods holding swords in both hands, pointed at him with the point of the sword, and stabbed down fiercely...

Boom boom boom...

The waves of air caused by the huge long sword distort the void.

This sword, I am afraid it will penetrate the earth...

Everyone retreated madly in fright, with horror on their faces.

The force of the sky suddenly landed, as if the Dark Dynasty would be torn apart by this sword.

Bai Ye stared at the fallen sword, motionless.

"Are you still reluctant to use a red soldier?"

Finally Yan maintained the sword of the gods and drank coldly.

Bai Ye didn't say a word, staring at the huge long sword that fell, suddenly jumped forward, and recoiled towards the long sword.

"Want to counter this blow head-on?" Finally Yan breathed slightly tight.

He doesn't need to be a soldier, he just exists in the Jin Dynasty...