World Wide Martial Art

"Bai Hucheng, you...if you kill me, you will definitely die too!"

Seeing the Yin Yang Holy Sword behind him slashing down rapidly, Han Santong held on to the last bit of luck and tried his best to roar in terror. Situ

Bai Hucheng's face was expressionless, with no intention of avoiding the attack of the holy sword. His figure fell and he pinched Han Santong's head heavily with both hands.

"No!"

A heart-rending scream sounded from the spot.

Blood, water, and brains splattered everywhere, and Han Santong's headless body exploded into pieces, extinguishing his body to death.

Stab...

Bai Hucheng let out a breath, but at the same time, before he could turn around, the Yin Yang Holy Sword, like a black and white spiritual snake, pierced into his right shoulder, almost piercing half of Bai Hucheng's body.

Even if the tip of this holy sword is cut off, the power of the spiritual treasure is still unparalleled.

The huge pressure and explosion caused the white tiger figure to retreat hastily. The bloody runes on his body shone brightly, dyeing a large area of ​​space red.

"Succeeded!"

Han Santong died, but Qingyun and the others didn't feel any regret. Seeing that Bai Hucheng was seriously injured, they all let out a shout of joy.

In their eyes, the warriors in the lower city looked down upon them, but in reality they were not much different from ants. As long as he can defeat Bai Hu and become this strong man, everything will be worth it.

In a moment, five people pounced on him.

Not far away, Bai Hucheng finally suppressed the violent power of the holy sword. Blood flowed wildly from one of his shoulders, but his figure was that of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.

Sensing the approach of the five masters, Bai Hucheng slowly turned around, neither shocked nor frightened, but a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Qingyun and the other five shuddered, secretly feeling that something was not right. The sneer on the lips of this powerful semi-saint man was too dazzling.

"He...what is he holding in his hand?!"

One of the men in black suddenly stopped, his voice trembled, and he pointed at Bai Hucheng's left hand in horror.

There, there was a group of azure blue spiritual flowers, which emitted a gleaming light. Although they could not see clearly what they were, they could feel the shocking coldness released by the spiritual flowers.

"Ice Soul Flower! It's Ice Soul Flower! Let's go!"

Qingyun shouted loudly.

Then he turned around and retreated quickly without caring about the other four people.

But it was too late. In that instant, an overwhelming chill exploded, and large swaths of blue ice crystals spread rapidly like the end of the world, dyeing the surrounding sky and earth a gloomy blue color.

In the cold sky, an extremely domineering "ice soul madness" surged and raged, drowning the five Qingyun people in the blink of an eye.

"This... is the Ice Soul Flower..."

Ye Feng and Wu Ji, who were dozens of feet away, couldn't help but feel cold all over. The "ice soul madness" released by that ice flower was so violent and violent that it was far more terrifying than what was entangled in Bai Hucheng's heart veins.

"The foreign objects in the world are really...unbelievable!"

Seeing the five people who were quickly engulfed by the blue ice crystals, Ye Feng's heart beat wildly. Even the half-saint White Tiger Chengdu was helpless against this cold air.

It should be that after Bai Hucheng picked the Ice Soul Flower, he was injured by the ice soul madness carried by the Ice Soul Flower before he had time to refine it, so he sealed it with a special technique. At this moment, he was killed by the Lingbao Holy Sword. Injured and in desperate situation, he resorted to this last resort.

With such a killing move, it is indeed possible to kill six kings.

Boom!

After striking the last blow, Bai Hucheng lost all his energy and fell heavily to the ground. He stretched out his hand with difficulty and sealed the Ice Soul Flower again. Only then did the Ice Soul madness stop spreading.

The earth-shattering chilly aura swept across a few feet in front of Ye Feng and Wu Ji.

"Dead?"

Wu Ji's eyes widened, staring at the five masters who were frozen into ice sculptures by the blue light.

In a crystal clear ice sculpture, the five kings of the Qing family were frozen in it. The faces of the five people were all full of terror and fear, and the despair that only comes when death is approaching can even be seen in their eyes...

"It seems that they should all die. Even the half-saints can't resist the ice soul's madness. The elders of the Qing family are so different from Senior Bai that they obviously won't be able to survive."

Ye Feng nodded weakly, his face glowing with energy.

Bang!

However, before he could finish his words, something happened again. The thick ice layer suddenly exploded from the inside out, and countless ice shards shot out. Among them were two embarrassed figures, shivering from the cold. While vomiting black blood.

Their faces were twitching violently, and although their figures looked miserable, there seemed to be no signs of being corroded by the "Ice Soul Madness".

"How can it be?"

"This sect leader is unable to resist the invasion of the Ice Soul Flower, how could he allow two king realms to escape?"

Bai Hucheng stood up staggeringly, suspicion appearing in his eyes.

His tone was full of disbelief.

Bai Hucheng was very aware of the power of the Ice Soul Flower. Being frozen into an ice sculpture by the Ice Soul at close range, it was logically impossible to be exempted from it.

"Hahaha... God will never stop me!"

"The Holy Sword of Yin and Yang not only attacks sharply, but also has a powerful defensive effect. The shield of Yin and Yang Qi it stimulates actually offsets the cold? Haha... Mr. Bai, it shows that your luck is about to run out. Die!"

Qingyun spent the rest of his life laughing wildly.

Suddenly, a murderous intent surged onto his face. His right hand inspired a streak of blood, and with one pull, the Yin-Yang Holy Sword that had already penetrated Bai Hucheng's shoulder instantly penetrated Bai Hucheng's chest.

"No one can despise the majesty of our Qing family, even if you are a half-saint. After bringing you back to Kaiyuan City, my Qing family will let you know what life is worse than death."

Under the extremely vicious curse, Qingyun rushed forward, with his fingers flying, sealing the many acupoints and meridians on Bai Hucheng's body one by one.

"First break your Dantian, then cut off your meridians. When you become a complete useless person, it will depend on how arrogant you are."

The loss of four king-level experts in succession made Qingyun's heart bleed.

It is important to transform the martial arts veins in the fetus, but it takes decades or even hundreds of years to cultivate a king-level person, and consumes countless pills and spiritual stones.

Four people died at once, and even a section of the Yin Yang Holy Sword was cut off. Such losses made it difficult for him to explain to the Qing Family Elders Association after he returned to Kaiyuan City.

If Bai Hucheng, a half-saint, is brought back, his merits and demerits may be balanced.

Clang!

Withdrawing the holy sword from Bai Hucheng's shoulder, Qingyun aimed at Bai Hucheng's dantian and was about to strike down.

"Little brother... I am incompetent, and I will bring trouble to you..."

Bai Hucheng's face was pale, and he looked at Ye Feng and Wu Ji with a trace of apology on his face, as if he had not seen the sword that was about to strike.

"Senior Bai..."

Ye Feng struggled to speak, his voice whimpering, but he couldn't make any sound.

There was anger and murderous intent intertwined in his heart, and he fought for his life, but was ultimately defeated.

At this moment, Wu Ji was the only one who was not seriously injured, but with Wu Ji's cultivation strength, her attack would only lead to death, and it was impossible to withstand the two king realms for one breath.

This fatal situation is ultimately... difficult to break!