Chapter 1337: Death Situation

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

Seeing the Yin-Yang Holy Sword slashing down rapidly from behind, Han Santong held on to the last bit of luck and roared in fear with all his strength. Thinking Rabbit

Bai Hucheng had no expression on his face, and had no intention of avoiding the attack of the Holy Sword. His figure fell, and his two hands heavily grasped Han Santong's head.

"No!"

A heart-wrenching scream sounded on the spot.

Blood and brains splattered everywhere, and Han Santong's headless body exploded, and he died.

Swish...

Bai Hucheng exhaled lightly, but at the same time, before he could turn around, the Yin-Yang Holy Sword was like a black and white spirit snake, piercing into his right shoulder fiercely, almost piercing half of Bai Hucheng's body.

Even if the tip of the Holy Sword was cut off, the power of the spiritual treasure was still unparalleled.

The huge pressure and explosion made Baihucheng retreat in panic. Blood runes on his body shone, dyeing large areas of space red.

"Success!"

Qingyun and the others did not feel any regret for the death of Han Santong. Seeing that Baihucheng was seriously injured, they all shouted in relief.

In their eyes, the warriors in the lower city were disdainful, but in fact they were not much different from ants. As long as they could defeat Baihucheng, the strong man, everything would be worth it.

In a moment, the five people rushed forward together.

Not far away, Baihucheng finally suppressed the violent power of the holy sword. Blood was flowing from one of his shoulders, but his figure was deep and majestic.

Sensing the approach of the five masters, Baihucheng slowly turned around, not frightened, but a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The five people of Qingyun shuddered, secretly feeling that something was not right. The sneer on the corner of the mouth of this semi-saint was too dazzling.

"What is he holding in his hand?!"

One of the men in black suddenly stopped, his voice trembling, and pointed at Baihucheng's left hand in fear.

There was a group of azure spiritual flowers, emitting a sparkling precious light. Although it was unclear what it was, it could sense the shocking coldness released by the spiritual flowers.

"Ice Soul Flower! It's Ice Soul Flower! Go!"

Qingyun shouted.

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

But it was too late. In this moment, an overwhelming chill exploded, and large pieces of blue ice crystals spread rapidly like the end of the world, dyeing the surrounding sky and earth into a dark blue color.

In the coldness of the sky, an extremely domineering "Ice Soul Madness" surged and raged, drowning the five people of Qingyun in a blink of an eye.

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

Ye Feng and Wu Ji, who were dozens of feet away, could not help but feel cold all over. The "Ice Soul Madness" released by the ice flower was fierce and violent, far more terrifying than the one entangled in Bai Hucheng's heart.

"The alien objects in the world are really... incredible!"

Looking at the five people who were quickly swallowed by the azure ice crystals, Ye Feng's heart was pounding wildly. Even Bai Hucheng, who was a semi-saint, had no way to deal with this kind of 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 used a special method to seal it up. At this moment, he was injured by the Lingbao Holy Sword and fell into a desperate situation, so he used this last resort.

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

Bang!

After the last blow, Bai Hucheng's Yuanli was completely dissipated and he fell heavily to the ground. He stretched out his hand with difficulty and retracted the Ice Soul Flower to seal it again, and the Ice Soul Madness stopped spreading.

The earth-shaking cold breath swept to the area in front of Ye Feng and Wu Ji.

"Are they dead?"

Wu Ji stared at the five masters who were frozen into ice sculptures by the blue light with wide eyes.

In a crystal clear ice sculpture, the five kings of the Qing family were frozen in it. The faces of the five people were full of horror and fear, and even the despair of approaching death could be seen in their pupils...

"It seems that they should all be dead. The ice spirit is hard to resist even for a half-saint. The elders of the Qing family are so different from Senior Bai in cultivation that it is obviously difficult for them to survive."

Ye Feng nodded weakly, his face glowing.

Bang!

However, before he finished speaking, the change happened again. The thick ice layer suddenly exploded from the inside out, and countless ice chips burst out, mixed with two embarrassed figures, shivering with cold and vomiting black blood.

The two men's faces twitched violently. Although their figures were in a mess, they did not seem to be eroded by the "Ice Soul Madness".

"How is it possible?"

"Even this sect master cannot resist the attack of the Ice Soul Flower, how could two kings escape it?"

Bai Hucheng staggered to his feet, with a look of doubt in his eyes.

His tone was full of disbelief.

Bai Hucheng was very clear about the power of the Ice Soul Flower. Being frozen into an ice sculpture by the Ice Soul Madness at close range, it was reasonable that he could not be immune.

"Hahaha... God will not let me go!"

"The Yin-Yang Holy Sword is not only sharp in attack, but also has a powerful defensive effect. The Yin-Yang two-qi shield that was activated actually offset the cold? Haha... Mr. Bai, it can be seen that your luck is about to end. Die!"

Qingyun survived the catastrophe and burst into laughter.

Suddenly, a cold murderous intent surged on his face. He activated a bloody light with his right hand, and with a pull, the Yin-Yang Holy Sword that had already cut into Bai Hucheng's shoulder instantly pierced Bai Hucheng's chest.

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

Under the extremely vicious curse, Qingyun rushed forward, his two fingers flying, and sealed the many acupoints and meridians on Baihucheng's body one by one.

"First break your dantian, then cut off your meridians. When you become a complete waste, let's see how arrogant you are."

The consecutive loss of four king-level powerhouses made Qingyun's heart bleed.

It is important to transform the martial veins, but it takes decades or even hundreds of years to cultivate a king-level, and countless elixirs and spirit stones are consumed.

Four people died at once, and even the Yin-Yang Holy Sword was cut off. Such a loss made it difficult for him to explain to the Qing family elders after returning to Kaiyuan City.

Taking Baihucheng, the half-saint, back might be able to offset the merits and demerits.

Clang!

Retracting the holy sword from Baihucheng's shoulder, Qingyun aimed at Baihucheng's dantian and was about to strike down.

"Little brother... I am incompetent and have caused you trouble..."

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 didn't see the long sword that was about to fall.

"Senior Bai..."

Ye Feng spoke with difficulty, his voice was sobbing, but he couldn't make any sound.

There was anger and murderous intent intertwined in his heart, and he fought desperately, but he was defeated in the end.

At this moment, only Wu Ji was not seriously injured, but with Wu Ji's cultivation strength, she would only die if she attacked, and it was impossible for her to resist the two kings for a breath.

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