Sky War Soul

In the face of Lu Xianqing's ridicule and the sarcasm of countless martial artists around him, situ binghe was still expressionless. He didn't talk much nonsense. He grabbed the cold wind knife again and rushed forward.

"It seems that you don't see the coffin without tears! Don't give up until the Yellow River! "

Liu Ling is proud of himself. After a successful attack, he has found out the law of situ binghe's cutting.

The sabre technique is fast and fast, with strong cold breath, but it's not strong when colliding with each other. You can smash all the sabre Qi with the green ghost fire stick!

With such psychological advantages, Liu Ling didn't think he would lose to situ binghe.

"Long!"

Liu Ling had a big drink and aimed the green ghost fire stick at the situ ice river tens of meters away.

"Hum!"

Without any sign, the dark green ghost fire stick extends out again, stretching out for more than ten meters in a row, hitting situ ice river severely.

Around the dark green ghost fire stick, there are a lot of dark green flames, like raindrops falling from the air, fast and fast.

It's the same old skill.

In situ's eyes, there was a flash of cruelty. He raised his hand and waved a knife fiercely. Then he roared, "cut with a knife!"

I saw a flash of cold light in the air, and then everything was broken.

All the moves and means to attack him were immediately cut off, and all the ghost fires that came from the sky were chopped clean!

Liu Ling's pupils contract violently, and then his hands are numb. The green ghost fire stick is knocked open.

He looked down and saw that the mouth of the tiger had been split, and the blood was flowing out continuously. It hurt deeply.

"What a strength!"

Liu Ling's heart was still palpitating. Fortunately, he didn't have a direct contact with the knife just now. Otherwise, with his body protecting spirit, he could not resist such a powerful knife.

Liu Ling looked up again and found a shadow of a knife splitting in front of him.

The status of situ binghe today is closely related to his own talent.

However, the power of his cold wind blade did not fully show up in the battle just now, so it was suppressed by Liu Ling's short-term formation.

Now, situ binghe is completely angry.

"Cut!"

Situ binghe growled in a low voice, his pupils were blue and cold.

He was surrounded by the light of ice blue, and ran across the void. Everywhere he went, the space was shaking and the world was shaking.

The cold wind blade in his hand is more open and close. Compared with the previous one, its strength has been upgraded to a whole level.

After situ binghe changed his style, Liu Ling felt the pressure all over his body suddenly became huge. Every time he resisted, his hands were numb and his joints were aching.

In the present scene, situ binghe is attacking constantly, and Liu Ling is frightened to avoid, and dare not collide head-on.

When the fighters around saw this, they all started to wonder.

"Situ binghe, is he concealing his strength?"

"It's not as bad as you said that it's the first person to occupy the position of core disciple of wunianzong."

"I think that's his real strength."

"In the same realm, I'm sure that those with high level of martial spirits can take advantage."

Even Lu Xianqing, who was very proud at the beginning, frowned and worried.

It doesn't matter that we can't kill situ binghe. Anyway, there is still a chance behind us.

What he was really afraid of was that his dry son Liu Ling would die in the hands of situ binghe!

In that case, it is undoubtedly another loss for myself.

"Ghost fire and inflammation bullet!"

Liu Ling didn't dare to face each other, so he had to step back. When he retreated, he didn't forget to shoot a huge fireball from the top of the green ghost fire stick, which was extremely monstrous.

Situ binghe wanted to cut the fireball with a knife, but he seemed to suddenly think of something, and his eyes flashed quickly.

He only saw a clumsy knife, but it was very strange that he failed to break the fireball. Instead, he was blasted out by the fireball, and the energy breath around his body was cracked, and the small essence of the riot was everywhere. Obviously, the injury was not light.

Seeing this scene, Liu Ling suddenly became excited and trembled.

Just now, during the period when situ binghe attacked strongly, he didn't want to hope, even wanted to give up.

This guy, the real strength is so strong, it's incredible.

But then, it's not that I've broken it.

When you are ill, you will die!

Liu Ling's eyes were shining with brilliance, for fear that situ binghe would admit defeat. He hurried to take a step, and the dark green ghost fire stick smashed down: "situ binghe, see me send you to hell!"

Just as Liu Ling was about to rush to the side of situ ice river, situ ice river rose abruptly with cold expression and great murderous momentum.

What else is it like to get hurt?

"You..."

Liu Ling's eyes changed abruptly, which was full of panic.

He was afraid that situ binghe would surrender and miss the chance to kill him, so he hurriedly took advantage of the victory to pursue him and didn't want to give him a chance to breathe.

But now I find that what I think is too simple.

Situ binghe made a suit obviously. He wanted to let himself in!

"Pooh!"

Liu Ling is trying to retreat quickly. Suddenly, she feels a pain in her lower abdomen. Looking down, she sees that the cold wind blade has penetrated her body at some time, and it comes out from behind.

The cold current suddenly spread from the cold wind blade and spread all over Liu Ling.

"Click!"

The voice of the body freezing.

Liu Ling felt that his blood was coagulating, and his muscles and bones were condensing into ice at an incredible speed.

"You..."

Liu Ling's mouth spouted blood, but it was completely frozen before it was exported.

His face and body were all frosted.

"You cheat me..."

Liu Ling's voice had not been uttered completely, so he felt that his whole body was frozen and turned into an ice sculpture. He fell down on the ground from the sky and completely smashed to pieces.

"I'm cheating. If I don't, how can I kill you?"

Situ binghe takes back the cold wind blade. His eyes are full of pleasure.

Just now, he deliberately pretended to be seriously injured. He just wanted Liu Ling to take the initiative. Once Liu Ling was worried and didn't defend himself, it would be much easier to deal with.

The reason is that he didn't want Liu Ling to surrender, he wanted to leave the other side's life directly on the stage!

"No emperor, win."

The verdict of the middle-aged man's expressionless face.

"Wow!"

All the martial artists around, fry again.

"All right?"

"How shameless!"

"It's necessary to kill. It's a blood feud."

Lu Xianqing's brain roared. He couldn't spit out his breath in his throat. His face was livid and his hands were shaking.

Not far away Ji Wuming is indifferent to a smile, the slightest unexpected opening: "well done."