Chapter 1336 Lingbao Holy Weapon

"I hope... Senior Bai can succeed!"

Wu Ji clenched her five fingers into a fist, and the sound she made was full of hope. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website

If you can stimulate your potential, overdraw your life, and kill all the enemies with one punch, then the three of you still have hope of survival, but if you can't do this, then you will be completely done for.

"A blow that burns your blood and vitality?"

"Want to turn the tables with this blow? Haha... You are doomed to fail..."

"You wait... help me sacrifice the holy weapon!"

Qing Yun burst into laughter.

Hearing the word "holy weapon", the other people in the Qing family changed their colors slightly, and a bit of solemnity appeared in their old eyes. Then, the handprints changed together, and the blood and energy they hit strangely flowed into Qing Yun's body. Then, a black and white air slowly emerged from his hand.

Clang!

The sound of metal and iron hummed endlessly, and this black and white breath intertwined and flew, quickly condensing into a giant sword in the air. The black and white giant sword was suspended and fluctuating.

With a humming sound, the giant sword made a loud sound, and the terrifying sword intent swept the ten directions.

"Spiritual Treasure Holy Weapon?!"

Han Santong screamed, and saw the extraordinaryness of the giant sword at a glance.

The sword body was attached with a power far beyond the king realm. This was the true aura of the holy realm, which only the true saints could possess. There was no doubt that the black and white giant sword in Qingyun's hand was really a spiritual treasure that only the saints were qualified to use.

"It is your great blessing to die under the Yin-Yang Holy Sword!"

Qingyun sneered and said, then stepped back three steps, separated from the other four people in different directions, stretched out his hand in the void, and controlled the spiritual treasure holy weapon together.

With the cultivation of the five kings, if they were used alone, it would not be enough to exert the maximum power of the spiritual treasure.

Hua La!

Under the infusion of five huge blood and energy, the Yin-Yang Holy Sword burst into black and white light, making the surrounding space a little distorted, and behind the five people, a black and white field was formed, blocking all the raging aura.

"The Qing family of Kaiyuan City...really...has such a strong foundation that they even gave the holy weapons and spiritual treasures to the king realm to use?"

Ye Feng no longer had any anger in his heart. While sighing, he was more worried.

Any spiritual treasure that is stained with the aura of the holy realm will definitely be much more powerful than the heavenly spiritual weapon. He has experienced this in the Endless Sea.

The holy weapon and spiritual treasure used by Qingyun and the other five people, the Yin-Yang Holy Sword, is obviously more powerful than the demon clan holy weapon last time.

Not only is it mainly used for attack, but it can also provide some defense. The black and white area around the sword is extremely solid, like a small barrier, protecting one side.

"Cut!"

"Kill!"

The cold shouts of killing sounded at the same time, and both sides each hit their strongest blow.

The Yin-Yang Holy Sword slashed down from a distance, drawing out thousands of phantoms, and the power it exuded made the heaven and earth freeze.

Buzz!

The black sword light was like a mountain, like a steel wall, rolling down, shaking up a wave of earth nearly a hundred feet high, trying to knock Baihucheng out of the sky.

The white sword energy was extremely sharp, and the piercing murderous intent was radical and endless, like a lightning that tore through the void, and it suddenly arrived in front of Baihucheng and chopped down vertically.

At the same time, the killing state of mind inspired by the White Tiger Sacred Art was also raised to the peak by Baihucheng. At this time, his whole body of Yuanli was no longer reserved, and his blood was burning.

The Yuanli borrowed from Ye Feng had long been used up, and his Dantian was dry like a desert, with not a drop left.

At this moment, the half of the sky where he lived was only filled with rolling smoke and blood, spreading to the sky.

Boom!

Without waiting for the sword light to come, Baihucheng had already shot over and punched.

Like the scorching sun rushing down from the sky, the dazzling flames emitted by the burning blood and essence blatantly connected with the black and white giant swords.

Boom!

The dull explosion was like a surging drum. I don't know how many tens of thousands of pounds of force poured into Bai Hucheng, making his bones all over his body crackle. However, he did not retreat a single step. He waved his radiant fist and sent sword beams flying into the air.

The clanging sound was endless!

The sound of the sword was like the sound of gold and jade, clear and exciting, and deafening.

Blood splattered in all directions. Bai Hucheng blocked the attack of the spirit treasure with the supreme law, but the black and white sword penetrated his arm and pierced out from the shoulder.

"Quick! Cut him in two!"

Qingyun screamed loudly, his heart was like a storm. The blood-remaining Bai Hucheng was a pervert. Who knew what would happen under the desperate attack?

The five people sprayed blood at the same time. The two breaths in the black and white holy swords surged wildly, and the sword beams and swords swept across, trying to cut off Bai Hucheng's upper body.

"Who can bully me?!"

Bai Hucheng roared like thunder in a dry land. He suddenly grabbed the Yin-Yang Holy Sword with both hands and broke it fiercely. A section of the sword blade broke with a sound.

"Kill!"

The killing sound shook the sky. The broken sword blade also cut his arm, but he was unaware of it. He took a step of a hundred feet and appeared directly beside Han Santong.

"Han, our sect has a blood debt of tens of thousands of lives. Let's start with you... Today, our sect master wants you to pay the blood debt with blood!"

The boundless killing intent surged in the sky and the earth, and punched Han Santong.

"Bai Hucheng...you, you are exhausted, I am not afraid of you!"

How could Han Santong have thought that Bai Hucheng would have time to kill him after fighting with the masters of the Qing family?

After shouting a fierce but weak voice, he tried his best to resist. A thick death aura rushed out of his body, and a green lantern appeared on his palm, and then was crushed by Han Santong.

Hula!

The burning souls ignited the dead air that rushed out. From behind him, a huge green lantern phantom rose up, and the miserable flames shot out, burning the void hundreds of feet red.

Facing Bai Hucheng's fierce attack, Han Santong directly sacrificed his martial soul... the Heavenly Ghost Lantern.

A martial soul that was enough to absorb countless ghosts.

I don't know how many warriors were killed by Han Santong and then their souls were captured and refined, becoming ghosts who helped the tiger.

However, he ignored one point. Bai Hucheng, who was close to him, was suddenly stunned. Among the burning souls, there were clearly the shadows of several White Tiger Sect masters.

The former genius became a ghost in the hands of his enemies.

The hatred that could not be dissolved intertwined into a monstrous murderous intent. He angrily attacked, his hands became claws, and the artistic conception laws were lingering, and he grabbed the huge green lantern.

"Elder Qingyun, hurry up... and make a move!"

Han Santong roared at the top of his lungs, and a dark green flame poured down on his head, turning Baihucheng into ashes, while calling on Qingyun and others to help.

The old man had one foot in the coffin, but in fact, he was most afraid of death. Otherwise, he would not have practiced evil methods and absorbed the vitality of warriors to stay alive.

Qingyun and others would naturally not miss this opportunity. The broken Yin-Yang Holy Sword circled slightly in the air and fell down again like lightning.

Snap!

Baihucheng did not seem to care about the giant sword that fell in the air. He grabbed it hard, and the Sky Ghost Lamp exploded out of thin air. How could Han Santong be Baihucheng's opponent?

He could not catch a single move under Baihucheng's burst of the White Tiger Holy Art.

Even if Baihucheng could only burst out a little power at present, he could not compete. At this moment, they realized the gap between the late King Realm and the Half Saint.

It is not just Yuanli that can make up for it...