Soul Emperor Martial God
Chapter 932: Sacred

Chapter 932: Sacred

Cang...

Xiao Yi's sword drew a hundred meters mark on the dilapidated martial arts stage before it could be stopped.

The burst of momentum made him unstoppable in an instant.

"Puff." Xiao Yi spouted out a mouthful of blood.

After that momentum blasted him into the air, it ravaged the audience.

Afterwards, the aura hit his whole body, and an overwhelming force of oppressive force pressed against him from all directions.

It made him vomit blood instantly.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, secretly wondering.

The kind of pressure that almost blocked all areas and burst out at the same time was extremely strange.

Xiao Yi guessed that it was a way of water.

But obviously, Wang Xinghe doesn't have a half-water aura.

In addition to that mysterious palm technique, there is an unpredictable breath.

The Seventh Heavenly Pole Cultivation Base had such combat power, this Wang Xinghe was indeed powerful.

It's no wonder that he can become the legendary Tianjiao of Star Swap City, even the second and third-ranked sons of the Mo family and Lu Qingran dare not look at him.

Even Lu Qingran couldn't hold on for several rounds in his hands.

"This is your strongest combat power?" Xiao Yi asked lightly.

Wang Xinghe smiled contemptuously, "What? Do you think you can beat me?"

Xiao Yi said indifferently, "I am waiting for your answer."

Wang Xinghe narrowed his eyes, "No, but you are not qualified to see my strongest strength."

"No, it should be said that no one can ever let me out of my strength."

Xiao Yi nodded when he heard the words, "Go ahead."

From the beginning, he didn't care about this battle.

When to end the battle depends only on how long he wants the battle to last.

However, he still wanted to see what Wang Xinghe had.

As an opponent, Wang Xinghe Tianji's seven-fold cultivation base, the strength displayed today is far inferior to some peerless evildoers.

Whoosh... Wang Xinghe moved again.

There are still heavy palms.

But at this moment, his momentum is already much stronger than before.

As the figure passed, the air trembled and even collapsed.

The palm wind hit, it was still light and silent, but under that terrifying aura, it seemed to contain a force of destruction.

"Although I don't know where your self-confidence comes from." Wang Xinghe's expression changed, becoming extremely hideous.

"But I want to know how many moves you can support in my hands in the end."

boom

The biting palm wind blasted, Xiao Yi blocked it with his sword, and was immediately repulsed under this palm.

Xiao Yi's eyes became cold, and the burning of the small world's vitality in his body increased again.

Boom...boom...boom...

The confrontation of the palm and the sword once again stalemate.

Xiao Yi easily took over Wang Xinghe's palm.

The shadow of the sword is heavy, and the shadow of the palm is heavy.

Every second, the two clashes no less than a hundred times.

Less than 10% of all spectators in the game can really see the two of them fighting.

But even these people who can see the battle clearly show horror on their faces.

The strength of the two young Tianjiao on the competition stage now has exceeded their expectations.

However, their horror became more and more serious.

Because the level of combat on the stage is constantly soaring.

"Be stronger." Xiao Yi said indifferently while blocking Wang Xinghe's palm.

Wang Xinghe's face was savage, and his momentum was soaring.

Similarly, Xiao Yi's momentum is soaring.

A minute later, Wang Xinghe's soaring momentum suddenly stopped.

This proves that his strength has reached the limit.

Xiao Yi's momentum soared, and stopped there.

"Your strongest strength has appeared." Xiao Yi said indifferently, "Then, I can end the battle."

Whoosh... This time, it was Xiao Yi who moved first.

The Blizzard Sword in his hand was like a shock, breaking the limit of space in an instant.

In a flash, the sharp point of the sword had reached Wang Xinghe's throat.

Wang Xinghe's pupils shrank, his steps backed away, and he opened the distance from the tip of the sword.

Afterwards, both palms came out and banged towards Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi's expression remained unchanged, and the Blizzard sword in his hand changed from stabbing to slashing.

Heavy and unparalleled sword power, heavy strikes.

Wang Xinghe's resisting palms were instantly cracked and blood overflowed.

Boom...boom...boom...

Within one second, Xiao Yi split three swords in succession.

In the first sword, Wang Xinghe split his hands and blood flowed.

With the second sword, Wang Xinghe's hands were blasted down, unable to resist.

The third sword smashed Wang Xinghe's chest heavily, blasting Wang Xinghe a hundred meters away.

"Puff." When Wang Xinghe fell on the ground, he had vomited blood and his face was embarrassed.

"how is this possible."

Wang Xinghe glanced at his blood-stained hands, a little lost, "With you, it is impossible to force me to this point."

Wang Xinghe's lost face lasted for a few seconds.

Suddenly, it became hideous again.

"No..." Wang Xinghe narrowed his eyes, "You will only lose in the end."

"The first place on the day of the change of stars can only be me."

When the voice fell, Wang Xinghe shot instantly.

The biting palm wind attacked Xiao Yi again.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi frowned.

In his perception, the current Wang Xinghe's momentum has not increased.

That being the case, he knows that he is invincible, so he wants to attack?

Xiao Yi didn't think much about it, and cut it out with a sword.

If nothing happens, this sword will directly blast Wang Xinghe and seriously wound it as before.

However, when Wang Xinghe came in front of him, Xiao Yi's sword struck him...

A surging momentum broke out on Wang Xinghe in an instant.

Xiao Yi's sword blasted Wang Xinghe's body, and instantly bounced back under this momentum, but was blasted away heavily.

"Puff." Xiao Yi spit out blood after standing firm.

"Sub Sacred Artifact?" Xiao Yi stared at Wang Xinghe coldly.

As one of the three families of Star Swap City, Wang Xinghe, the strongest Tianjiao of the Wang family, will naturally have a sub-sacred artifact.

Moreover, as a treasure that can increase the strength of even the Promise Saint Realm powerhouse, the Subsacred Artifact also greatly increases the power of the Celestial Realm powerhouse.

This is also the reason why Tianjiao forbids the use of weapons above the Supreme Elementary Weapons on the day of the Star Swap.

"Wang Xinghe, you are violating the rules of the competition." Li Fengxing and the others were furious.

On the martial arts stage, Wang Xinghe turned a deaf ear, and shot instantly.

There was a dazzling bracelet on his wrist.

It is this bracelet that gives Wang Xinghe stronger combat power.

Wang Xinghe's palms were once again more powerful than before.

"Asshole, dare you." Li Fengxing shouted.

Wang Xinghe ignored it, but gave a grinning smile.

Both palms came out together, bringing out a stream of air.

The air flow is like several long rivers, coming fiercely.

The momentum alone has already suppressed Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the attacking palms coldly.

"Xiao Yi, you are dead, this first one will only belong to me." Wang Xinghe's hideous expression carried inexplicable madness.

The terrifying palms blasted towards Xiao Yi's head again and again.

"Xiao Yi..." Li Fengxing and others shouted loudly in the spectator stand.

"Young Master Xiao Yi." Cheng Suyan moved to the competition platform.

Just at this time, a momentum broke out on Xiao Yi.

The double palms and several long rivers that Wang Xinghe hit, instantly collapsed.

A cloud of nothingness, ferocious white mist, appeared out of thin air.

A **** sickle was placed on Wang Xinghe's neck coldly.

"You lost." Xiao Yi looked at Wang Xinghe indifferently at the Wang Xinghe, which was only one meter away from him.

At the same time, in the spectator stand, everyone looked at the things in Xiao Yi's hands, their expressions instantly changed.

"That...that is... the sacred instrument, the real sacred instrument."

"That terrible breath is definitely a holy artifact."

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