Chapter 1335 White Tiger Sacred Art

"Attack!"

"Go all out and kill them.

" A strong blood energy rose from his feet and turned into a blood sword that was dozens of feet long, slashing down with murderous aura.

The remaining four men in black attacked at the same time, using the same method as Qingyun. They used five blood swords to cut the sky and the earth, exuding a chilling breath.

"Senior Bai... I'll give you the last bit of power!"

"It all depends on you!"

In such a short while, the energy transformed from the second Lingpan grass had also been transmitted into Baihucheng's body. After saying this, the exhausted Ye Feng did not rush to refine the third one, but completely released his Dantian and forced out the power of the divine tree origin hidden in the fetal martial vein.

Roar!

This divine tree origin rushed out, and the energy instantly burst out like a mad dragon. Wherever it passed, even the "Ice Soul Madness" frozen in the meridians was dispersed a lot.

"Hmm? This is..."

The terrible energy that suddenly surged into his body made Baihu Cheng startled, but the situation was too dangerous for him to ask.

At the moment when several blood swords were slashing at him, Ye Feng finally transferred the last bit of the original power of the sacred tree to Baihu Cheng. He was extremely weak and frozen on the ground. Until this moment, he began to absorb the energy of the third Lingpan grass.

This is to save his life.

Ye Feng has reached his limit and almost completely drained himself. If Baihu Cheng loses, this area will be the burial place of the three people.

If Baihu Cheng wins by chance, the energy brought by this last Lingpan grass can also allow Ye Feng to survive.

In the final analysis, he really can't bear to die like this...

Boom!

Five shocking heavenly sounds resounded, and five giant swords with blood dripping on the sword body came from the air, and the vast energy plowed deep gullies on the ground through the air.

Blood vaporized, lingering in all directions!

Especially the blood sword inspired by Qingyun, a master in the late king realm, contained an astonishing murderous intent.

Baihucheng suddenly turned around and stepped forward to block the two.

I really didn't expect it.

It was beyond his expectation that Ye Feng provided him with Yuanli in such a short time, which actually allowed him to recover about three or four levels, especially the last powerful force, which could greatly enhance the power of his martial arts.

With this Yuanli, he might be able to fight against the remaining six king realms... barely.

At this moment, Baihucheng didn't dare to waste it at all.

"White Tiger Sacred Art, all things return to the origin!"

After shouting like an explosion, Baihucheng's tall figure soared into the air, his clothes fluttering, and he punched in the air, and pieces of artistic conception laws flew into the air. In an instant, the five blood swords seemed to fall into a quagmire, becoming slow and stagnant, and trembling in the sky.

"Be careful... This is the divine power of a saint, Baihu Cheng's famous skill, with unpredictable power!"

Han Santong, who was hiding at the back, didn't dare to step forward at all, but just opened his mouth to warn him.

It is said that the White Tiger Sacred Art was obtained by the founder of the White Tiger Sect from an ancient battlefield. There are three styles in total, and each style has an unparalleled terrifying power.

It is precisely because of this secret art that the White Tiger Sect has emerged as the most powerful sect in Xingguang City.

Pa pa pa pa pa!

One after another, the artistic conception laws rolled up, and the five blood swords could not withstand the pressure of the laws after all. The sword bodies exploded one after another, and they all shattered and turned into blood and dispersed.

"Kill again!"

Qingyun's face was gloomy, and he shouted again.

The handprints of his two hands changed dozens of times in a complicated manner. When he fought, the blood turned into hundreds of fist shadows, densely covering the sky, and smashed down from a distance.

The other four people obeyed the order and used the same moves.

Of course, these fist shadows are not just a simple superposition of fist power, but a martial art that has been brought to its extreme.

Boom!

The opposite Baihucheng threw a second punch again.

In this punch, the artistic conception law is even more powerful, as if the whole earth is wrapped in this punch, and the terrible wind sweeps across the field.

The starry sky reflection power of the Star City Lord and the extreme fire power of Ning Shentong are the most powerful trump cards, and the trump card of the White Tiger Sect is the White Tiger Sacred Art. In this generation, Baihucheng has cultivated it to the great success realm, which is completely comparable to the means of the two.

Even Baihucheng, as the number one person in Xingguang City in the past, has more power than them.

Puff puff puff...

The fist power is invincible, one after another bloody fists are broken and beaten back to their original form, and the gloomy blood seems to have lost its vitality, and it is difficult for Qingyun and others to call it again.

"Turning magic into decay, annihilating all life..."

"The White Tiger Sacred Art is probably not an ordinary heaven-level martial art. Baihu Cheng's understanding of this magical power has reached the highest level!"

Ye Feng, who had recovered some of his energy by chance, whispered quietly while using the Qingwu Ghost Fire and the Eternal Evergreen Vein to absorb and transform the "Ice Soul Crazy Power".

Powerful magical power, very mysterious.

No matter how many tricks you have, I will punch you back to your original form.

The five people's cultivation is not as good as Baihu Cheng. As a semi-saint, Baihu Cheng's understanding of the laws of artistic conception far exceeds theirs. Using this point, he can achieve a crushing effect.

"Baihu Cheng, is this all you can do? This trick can't kill us! A virtual realm of energy, can you still perform such a method several times!"

Qingyun roared continuously, his eyes were bloodshot, and he kept looking for the best opportunity to attack.

"You did remind this sect master, so what, this sect master... will solve it once and for all!"

Bai Hucheng spoke slowly, not looking as sick as before, and the murderous aura he exuded was particularly terrifying.

"The second move of the White Tiger Sacred Art, Sky Kill!"

He raised his hands and sketched a rune in the void, then kept moving his ten fingers, and thousands of afterimages followed, and finally condensed into a cold light.

Pop...

The vast waves overflowed from the rune, and Bai Hucheng's figure became extremely illusory. Blood was absorbed from his body and imprinted in the sky.

His every breath at this moment produced a kind of wonderful rhythm with the world.

Kill!

He pointed his finger diagonally and drew a line at the void. The vitality of the world changed dramatically, and the endless murderous aura filled every corner. This place... was no longer the ruins of the White Tiger Gate, but an ancient battlefield full of dead bodies.

Clang clang clang!

The sky and earth rang, as if a world of weapons had been opened. The murderous aura of mountains and ridges slashed from every direction, and there were even laws wrapped in it.

"This is... overdrawing life, using secret techniques!"

Ye Feng almost forgot the coldness on his body and shouted loudly.

Bai Hucheng is worthy of being the number one person in Xingguang City. He used a small amount of Yuanli to force the saint's magical powers and showed the means that only a semi-saint can use.

However, the price is too high. Not only will it aggravate his injuries, but it will also consume all the Yuanli at once. Bai Hucheng not only used all the Yuanli to stimulate this attack, but also burned some vitality and life essence.

This is a desperate move, to kill all enemies with one move...