Nine Realms Sword Master

Ice and fire crazily interweave, crazily collide, crazily fight.

One dragon and one bird almost merge into one.

The fiery red and deep blue light continued to splash and shine.

This continued for about ten breaths before slowly dissipating.

People breathe tightly.

I don't know the result.

Someone used a special technique to lock to this side, only to realize that the battle at the entrance of the Star Palace had stopped.

Bai Ye and the Bingxin Saint stopped.

They each held Hong Bing and stood silently, motionless.

The breath of the two people began to dissipate, no longer inducing.

This can surprise many people.

Could it be that... the battle is over?

People were frightened and stared tightly.

At this time, I saw Saint Bingxin raised his head and looked at Bai Ye, his face was full of disbelief: "You...what's the matter with your great soldier...?"

He opened his mouth and his voice was particularly hoarse.

"Is it necessary for me to explain as much as you? Give me Hongbing!"

Bai Ye whispered, and walked towards Saint Bingxin.

There is still not much spirit in his whole body.

But every step closer to Saint Bingxin, Saint Bingxin would become particularly irritable and restless.

"Don't come over! Don't come over!"

He screamed eagerly, panicked.

Finally couldn't help it, lifted the Xuanbing fan, and wanted to urge it.

But as soon as he lifted the Xuanbing fan, Bai Ye over there also lifted his hand, but he directly sacrificed the power of several Hong Bing soldiers, among them... there was the Dead Dragon Sword.

Boom! ! !

The tyrannical power came from the sky and was fiercely suppressed on the Xuanbing fan.

boom! !

The ice force that had just been swayed from the Xuanbing Fan instantly collapsed downwards and hit the ground.

In an instant, the ground condensed into frost.

But it can no longer be released to Bai Ye, and it is impossible to affect him at all.

Saint Bingxin was dumbfounded and frightened.

Has he ever thought about such a scene?

Facing the Death Dragon Sword, the power of Xuan Bing Fan was not enough to contend, let alone there are other great soldiers...

"You...Who are you? Who are you?" He shouted tremblingly, and couldn't help backing away.

He already understood that it was impossible to deal with this person on his own.

Until now, I can only escape!

But how could Bai Ye give him a chance?

Whoosh!

Bai Ye jumped up, and several Hong Bing blasted towards Bingxin Saint.

Saint Bingxin was shocked and quickly sacrificed a magic weapon, urging Xuanbing fan to parry.

咵嚓!

The terrifying ice power condenses into a thick shield in front of him, and the powerful force of the mysterious ice fan directly covers the past, and the shield is extremely strong.

The Shattering Spear hit the big shield for the first time.

Boom!

The shield trembled wildly, cracks filled.

However, the power of the Xuanbing Fan continued to be exerted on it, and the cracks appeared, and they would heal under the increase of the ice power.

Relying on the Shattering Spear alone is not enough to penetrate the ice shield.

But the white night of the moment is more than just a smashing gun.

call!

The sword power of Li Huang Jian was immediately released.

The terrifying flames surged toward the ice shield like a scourge.

The surface of the ice shield immediately began to melt, the steam vented, and the melted water fell downward, converging into a mountain river, washing the countless blood on the mountain.

"Even if you have a few great soldiers, I am not afraid! You are only a Jin Emperor! Jin Dynasty exists! I am not afraid!" Bingxin Saint roared, hysterically urging the Xuanbing fan.

The terrible Hong Bing kept pouring up the ice shield with anger, and the Xuanbing fan also kept shaking.

Saint Bingxin has released the power of Xuanbing Fan to its strongest.

And the ice shield remained as it was, even though it was continuously melted and evaporated by the Li Huang sword fire, but... it never became weak, and it was impossible for the white night to break through.

Countless people inside and outside Shangshenshan watched this scene together.

Countless people held their breaths, their minds excited.

"Hehe, let's fight hard next! I don't believe that you, a small Jin Dynasty, can be stronger than me in terms of strength? Let's fight like this to see who can think of the end!" Bingxin Saint's eyes are hot, With hideous thoughts all over his face.

Can be the next second.

Clang!

A gray light suddenly flickered above the ice shield.

Saint Bingxin was startled, staring at the light in astonishment, not knowing what it was.

Then...

咵嚓!

The ice shield burst open suddenly.

The gray light penetrated the ice shield directly like an uninhabited state, submerged into his body, and passed through his lower body.

"what is this?"

Saint Bingxin was shocked and looked down hurriedly.

But the gray light has disappeared.

Everything is like a dream, which makes people unable to react at all.

The next moment, a terrifying sight appeared.

I looked at the ground below and suddenly cracked.

A bottomless, abyss-like crack appeared under the feet of Saint Bingxin.

Seeing this abyss, Saint Bingxin suddenly understood something.

He looked up, but saw that Bai Ye had already jumped over and landed in front of him.

He was busy raising his hand.

But this time, his arm looked incredibly weak, and he couldn't move the slightest strength...

"you……"

Saint Bingxin wanted to say something, but he saw a crack appearing from the top of his head, and it spread quickly, until it was praised...

"Then...what kind of soldier?" Bing Xin asked, staring at Bai Ye.

"Dead dragon!"

Bai Ye spit out two words calmly.

Saint Bingxin's breath trembled, then his body split in half and fell to the ground.

He was not wronged by being killed by the Dragon Sword.

The icy spirit on the Shangshen Mountain dissipated.

Countless people reacted immediately.

Especially those powerful people who are paying attention to the battle situation here, one by one trembles, panic to the extreme.

"Sage Bingxin is dead, and the soldiers on his body fell into that person's hands again!"

"This person has so many great soldiers in his hand, and there is also an unfathomable military weapon. We are afraid that it is not his opponent!"

"Go! Must go!"

"Run away!"

The mighty people were so frightened that they didn't dare to stay in the Shangshenshan anymore.

Especially those who hold great soldiers.

Although they are greedy and want more soldiers, they have to weigh their own strength.

If you continue, I am afraid that not only will the Hong Bing in his hand be lost, but even his life will be lost.

As a result, everyone ran around and fled to the periphery, intending to leave Shangshenshan.

But when some great powers were about to leave Shangshenshan, they realized that the entire Shangshenshan had been surrounded.

As soon as they were about to get closer, the spirits who surrounded the Mount Divine Mountain attacked them desperately.

"Bastard! You group of ants! How dare you go against this seat? Are you looking for death?"

"Life and death! It's life and death!"

The crowd was furious and furious.