Soul Emperor Martial God

"Earth pole six combat power?"

Bing Wuying looked at Xiao Yi whose breath was soaring, and his face was slightly startled.

But the next second, his face turned into disdain again.

"On this basis, dare to speak up in front of the old man?" Bing Wuying said coldly.

"It's enough to kill you." Xiao Yi's face was cold, and he stepped up with a sword.

Yes, he only has six combat powers at the poles.

After turning on the ice pattern, he was already the five most powerful combat power of the earth.

After taking the essence of the Black Sea, he only increased his combat power.

The higher the level, the greater the gap, and the more power required.

The same is the essence of the Black Sea, Jin Bupo, Han Ming and others have improved their two- or three-fold combat power.

But Xiao Yi's combat power was much higher than them, so the effect of the Black Sea essence was much less.

Closer to home.

Xiao Yi attacked Bing Wuying, and on the tip of Blizzard's sword, a reduced version of "Blizzard" was already condensed.

Yes, it is the martial skill Cold Ice Cracking Sky Slash.

The small blizzard was formed by the continuous compression of the previous huge blizzard, and its power was extremely different.

Xiao Yi cut with a sword.

There was a loud bang.

Surrounding him and Bing Wuying, the sea was suddenly surging.

The surging black water even stirred up waves of thousands of feet, which was terrifying.

"Retreat." The 27 referees of the Demon Hunting Palace shrank their pupils.

With a wave of his big hand, a wave of vitality wrapped most of Jianzong's disciples and quickly backed away.

Lin Jin and other slightly stronger players immediately retreated far away.

Of course, on the other side, Bai Mohan behind Bing Wuying had already receded far away.

The battle center between Xiao Yi and Bing Wuying became a terrifying violent place.

"What a terrifying martial arts." Bing Wuying's expression also changed.

He clearly felt a sense of threat from the tip of the Blizzard sword.

"Humph, what about strong martial arts?" Bing Wuying snorted coldly.

"After all, you are not an extreme powerhouse, you just rely on the combat power of various boosts."

"There is not enough martial arts power to integrate into martial arts, no matter how strong it is, it is limited."

Bing Wuying blasted out his palm, and blasted against the "blizzard" at the tip of the sword.

There was a bang, and the sky roared.

Within a few miles, the sea dropped a hundred meters deep out of thin air.

The confrontation between the two terrorist forces directly turned everything around, including sea water.

After a few seconds, the roar disappeared.

The two forces end up cancelling each other.

"Huh." Bing Wuying smiled triumphantly, "The old man controls 70% of the martial arts power, what do you use to fight the old man?"

Whoosh...

Xiao Yi's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

When he appeared again, he was already in front of Bing Wuying.

Blizzard sword, slashed heavily.

"Huh? A fast sword." Bing Wuying's face was startled.

A surging vitality wrapped his hands, and his palms were shot out again and again.

This time, it was a collision between the sword and the palm.

Bang... bang... bang...

A continuous crackling sound appeared.

Xiao Yi was shaken back ten steps, blood overflowing from his mouth.

Bing Wuying was equally uncomfortable, being shaken back ten steps, his hands were numb, and even blood stains appeared.

His complexion was flushed.

"What a heavy sword, what a terrifying force." Bing Wuying was startled.

He clearly felt that his palm and the sword were blasting against each other.

It's more like your own palm, colliding with several towering mountains.

That kind of great power made him feel uncomfortable.

He couldn't think about it any more.

Because Xiao Yi has attacked again.

There was another collision between the palm and the sword, and a series of explosions came.

Bing Wuying became more frightened.

Xiao Yiming had only six levels of combat power in the extreme realm, but the power exerted under the sword, that amazing gravity, made him wonder.

He even felt that if he hadn't controlled 70% of the martial arts power by himself, and his combat power had overwhelmed Xiao Yi, he would have already lost.

"Is this kid really a monster?" Bing Wuying kept playing with both hands, thinking to himself.

"At this age, so powerful, can I grow up in the future?"

"This child cannot be kept, it must be removed."

Bing Wuying's original anger at the death of Han Ming and others turned into an incomparable killing intent in fear.

The battle center of the two people, with the constant violent fighting, expanded.

The surrounding sea has already been raging and rolling under the aftermath of the two fighting.

Large tracts of water disappeared out of thin air, and a large number of monsters died in it.

The battle has continued.

Bing Wuying became more anxious.

He has exhausted his strength, but he still couldn't help but win Xiao Yi.

He could see Xiao Yi bleeding from the corner of his mouth again and again.

But he also knew that his hands had already begun to hurt, and even his body was hit by the force of gravity more uncomfortably.

For some reason, he now has a feeling.

It seems that the battle has been under Xiao Yi's control.

Because it is Xiao Yi who takes the lead in the sword every time.

He is just passively defending.

"Something's wrong, this kid seems to be preparing something." Bing Wuying thought to himself.

As an old monster who has lived for many years, his combat experience is extremely rich and powerful.

He has a very sensitive warrior intuition.

Especially Xiao Yi's still grinning face under the blood, made him feel a little uneasy.

It can make an extreme late powerhouse feel uneasy; make a leader of the East China Sea fortress feel jealous, Xiao Yi is already quite remarkable.

But at this time.

In the distance, another figure flew quickly.

"Huh?" Bing Wuying saw the person coming, and his face was suddenly happy, "Xuantian."

The person here is called Bing Xuantian.

The leader of the previous generation of Xuanbing Shengjiao, one of the two leaders of the Bingwu Fortress.

As famous as Bing Wuying.

"Commander Wuying, what's going on..." Bing Xuantian just arrived and wanted to ask something, but he had already seen the bodies of Bing Ming and others in the distance.

His face suddenly became angry.

"Xuan Tian, ​​quickly kill Jianzong and his party, and then come to help me." Bing Wuying yelled coldly.

Aside, Bai Mohan also talked about the previous battle.

When Bing Xuantian heard this, the killing intent on his face was extremely strong.

"You **** it." Bing Xuantian's figure flashed, with utter anger and killing intent, and went straight to the Jianzong team.

"Xuantian commander, absolutely must not." 27 judges of the Demon Hunting Palace, immediately surprised, came to block.

"Get away from the old man." Bing Xuantian shouted angrily, shaking the 27 demon hunting hall referees back with a palm.

"These two rounds of competition, it is not your turn to intervene in the Demon Hunting Palace."

"Not good." Xiao Yi's expression in the distance changed.

He could only forcefully resist the ice and shadowless palm, then the figure flashed, and went to the disciple of Jianzong.

His speed soared to the extreme.

It was worthwhile to stop Bing Xuantian before Bing Xuantian's palm hit Jianzong's group.

Boom, another loud noise.

Bing Xuantian remained motionless.

Xiao Yi was directly blown into the air, with blood in his mouth, spit out, splashing on his face.

It is not that Bing Xuantian is stronger than Bing Wuying.

Instead, Xiao Yi hurried over, hurriedly resisted, and suffered a big loss.

"Damn it." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth.

Bing Wuying and Bing Xuantian joined forces to attack.

Palm after palm blasted out, Xiao Yi could only resist with one sword after another.

Puff puff…

When the two of them joined forces, every time Xiao Yi blocked a sword, he spit out blood and retreated.

But he could only continue to hold on. Behind him were Lin Jin and others, and Jianzong and his party.

If he can't resist.

Bing Wuying two people can kill them with just one palm.

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