Soul Emperor Martial God

On the competition stage, the referee explained the rules to the two.

Wait for the explanation.

The referee asked, "Are there any doubts? If not, this competition can begin."

Xiao Yi and Bing Wujiang shook their heads at the same time.

The referee nodded, then his figure flashed, and Yukong flew high.

This means that the battle can begin.

Xiao Yi's face was calm and did not move.

Bing Wujiang, his face was also indifferent, but this indifferent, with a hint of bitterness.

"To be honest, I am not sure to beat you." Bing Wujiang said lightly.

"In the second round of the battle, you can defeat 25 teams, I am not surprised."

"But Jin Bupo, the Tianjiao who can be as famous as me, was also defeated by your hands, which really surprised me."

"Especially, with the cooperation of 25 teams, defeat them."

Bing Wujiang said as he looked at Xiao Yi, "You don't seem to be in a hurry to shoot."

Xiao Yi was expressionless and silent.

"Yes." Bing Wujiang laughed at himself, "With your strength, you must be sure of it now."

"After all, you are a strong man who can kill even my Ice Martial State Envoy."

"It is not difficult to win against me."

Bing Wujiang stood with his hand holding his hand, and said without haste, as if he was laughing at himself, as if he was telling something ordinary.

"However, no matter what, I still have to fight it."

"Warrior, always need an unyielding heart to fight."

"Heh." Xiao Yi finally opened his mouth and smiled faintly.

"Are you finished? I'm not finished, I can let you continue."

"After all, the hand you hide behind, the attack in your hand, seems to have not formed yet."

"Huh?" Bing Wujiang's expression suddenly changed.

"You've found out a long time ago." Bing Wujiang's indifferent expression turned into icy cold, staring at Xiao Yi coldly.

Xiao Yi smiled indifferently.

He had long discovered that Bing Wujiang was chattering endlessly, just brewing an attack.

But he didn't mind.

To be honest, he didn't care about this round of competition.

Even this kind of battle can't even make him do his best.

He just didn't want to win too easily.

The ice at this moment is boundless, silent.

With the hands behind him, in the palms of his hands, a small white vortex kept turning and slowly growing.

The white whirlpool exudes the ultimate cold breath.

In the whirlpool, small things like smoke and dust are gorgeous and dazzling.

That is ‘ice dust’.

The so-called ice dust, a kind of extreme ice thing.

Waiting for the leisure place, will not appear.

Even in the Bingwu Kingdom and other icy and snowy countries, it is not common.

Only in some of the coldest and most dangerous places will it appear.

A small grain of ice dust, the size of a grain of sand, contains wind and snow power that is more than a small wind and snow.

If the amount of these ice dust is large enough, endless ice dust will be formed.

Bing Wujiang's martial soul is ‘Endless Ice Dust’.

Endless Ice Dust, as a martial soul, ranks among the blue pinnacle grades, quite powerful.

At the same time, this is also a special type of martial soul.

If only talking about strength, Bing Wu Bian is definitely better than Jin Bu breaking.

Although Jin Bupo's Wuhun was also a blue pinnacle grade, it was slightly weaker than endless ice dust.

According to historical records, in the history of the Bingwu Kingdom, there was an extremely severe ice storm attack.

More than half of the entire kingdom was'submerged'.

That kind of monstrous might, the extreme powers of Bingwu Nation could not resist everything.

It can be imagined to be terrifying and powerful.

Of course, Bing Wujiang is far from having such strength and might now.

But as the talent of this grand event, his strength can definitely be ranked above the top five.

Closer to home.

A few minutes later, Bing Wujiang stretched out his right hand.

In his hand, that ice dust vortex already exudes a terrifying aura.

"Xiao Yi, you will regret giving me enough preparation time." Bing Wujiang said coldly.

"Go ahead," Xiao Yi said lightly.

"Huh, arrogant." Bing Wujiang yelled coldly.

The ice dust vortex in his hand suddenly increased, and it was ten meters long and wide.

"Die." Bing Wujiang attacked Xiao Yi directly.

The Blizzard sword in Xiao Yi's hand appeared out of thin air.

Gently block.

Snorted.

The collision of the ice dust vortex and the Blizzard sword made a sneer and harsh sound.

"Good strength." Xiao Yi said slightly.

In the ice dust vortex, the weight of countless ice dust superimposed is quite amazing.

"Xiao Yi, you don't even use martial arts, so big?" Bing Wujiang's eyes were cold.

"Okay, very good, just hold the sword to resist, then it will be swallowed by my ice dust vortex."

Bing Wujiang yelled and pushed hard with his right hand.

The ten-meter-wide vortex of ice dust passed through the Blizzard Sword and completely enveloped Xiao Yi.

"Humph." Bing Wujiang's eyes flashed killing intent.

"Even if it is to enshrine those extreme triple martial artists, they dare not be wrapped in my ice dust vortex..."

Before Bing Wujiang's words were finished, he shrank in pain.

Because his ice dust vortex has suddenly disappeared.

A cold sound like a sword surge hit him instantly.

"Not good." Bing Wujiang was startled and quickly resisted.

Pedal... pedal... pedal...

Bing Wujiang retreated nine steps in a row before stabilizing his figure, and a trace of blood overflowed in his mouth.

Ahead, Xiao Yi's face was cold.

"Sure enough," Bing Wujiang said coldly, but his fighting spirit remained unchanged.

The next second, both hands came out.

Two ice dust vortexes were condensed together.

His hands, with gloves, exuded amazing aura.

It is the ‘ice storm glove’, the treasure of the Ice Martial Kingdom heritage, and it ranks among the top-ranking elements.

Its power is far stronger than the "unbreakable golden gun".

With the blessing of Yuan Qi, the growth rate of the two vortices is extremely alarming.

But in one minute, the size of the two vortexes was over tens of meters.

"Hey." Bing Wujiang yelled, and struck out with both hands.

The two vortexes floated in mid-air and then merged.

After a few minutes passed, the ice dust vortex after fusion suddenly grew to hundreds of meters in size.

"Have you reached the limit?" Xiao Yi muttered to himself as he looked at the ice dust vortex.

The ice dust vortex finally stopped growing when it was three hundred meters in size.

For a long time, Xiao Yi looked indifferent.

But in the eyes of Bing Wujiang, this is the greatest contempt for him.

"Go." Bing Wujiang floated in the air, holding the huge ice dust vortex in one hand, and gave a cold cry.

"Xiao Yi, don't look down on people."

Bing Wujiang's figure swiftly attacked Xiao Yi at a rapid speed.

Behind him, a huge whirlpool of ice dust came over the sky.

As it fell, the whirlpool was still growing.

"When I am immortal, you are just a trembling ant at the feet of my prince."

Bing Wujiang gritted his teeth, the huge vortex eventually grew to 500 meters, and it was hard to grow any more.

Xiao Yi's eyes narrowed, and the Blizzard Sword in his hand was swung heavily.

"Ice Cracking Sky Slash."

A blizzard vortex, condensed on the tip of the sword.

The next second, the sword tip collided with the ice dust vortex.

There was a loud bang.

The ice dust vortex was instantly shattered.

Ice dust filled the sky, filled the sky above the competition stage.

When all the ice dust fell, it had already filled the surrounding area for a dozen miles.

The ice dust vortex just now was obviously compressed to the extreme by Bing Wujiang.

The ice dust, scattered all over the place, is crystal clear and gorgeous, and will not disappear for a long time.

On the competition stage, Xiao Yi stood with a sword, slightly embarrassed, but was not injured.

In the distance, Bing Wujiang's body vomiting blood fell to the ground, no longer able to fight.

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