Ying Huang looked at Wang Ting, who was a little pale, but shook his head with a smile, and walked out slowly, staring at Wang Ting with his eyes. "Wang Ting, to be honest, I didn't regard you as my real opponent when I was in the Netherworld, and now, it is still the case. Heavenly Soul Imperial City may also let me face it, your Ghost King Mansion is not qualified enough!"

As he spoke, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually became cold.

Hearing this, Wang Ting's face immediately twitched slightly, and his eyes gradually became hideous, and then he snorted coldly and said, "Okay, then let me see who is not qualified today!"

As Wang Ting's clothes agitated, the majestic aura like the tide of the sea suddenly swept out, and in the next moment, his eyes were gloomy and shouted to several people behind him: "Let's go! Since they insist on looking for death, then kill them!"

The moment the shouts fell, he had already stormed out, his palms clenched, and a long sword as clear as ice emerged, and a fierce sword aura rose into the sky.

Behind him, the masters of the Ghost King's Mansion and the other Netherworld Realm strengths also had cold faces, and their bodies quickly swept forward, rushing towards Yinghuang.

On the other side, the captain of the Youcheng faction also looked at Zhu Ling fiercely, and sneered: "Little girl, since you have such a big mouth, then I want to see how you solved our team by yourself!"

What answered him was a mighty and fierce aura, and the soft whip in Zhu Ling's hand instantly tore through the sky and flew straight in front of him. The cold aura made his face suddenly stagnant, and as soon as he held the palm of his hand, a black iron spear appeared in front of him with a strong aura.

With a deep sound of "bells", the long whip struck violently on the iron spear, and between the flickering and splashing of sparks, a deep trace emerged.

The captain of the Youcheng faction saw the deep marks on the tip of the iron spear, and the corners of his eyes jumped, but before he could come back to his senses, a shadow had already swept forward like a ghost, and the whip shadow swept by, and it hit the iron spear again.

Immediately, he almost saw that the medium-grade spiritual weapon weighing thousands of catties in his hand was as fragile as tender tofu under the whip shadow, and it was directly swept into a scrap iron in an instant, and a whip shadow swept in front of the head of the captain of the Ghost City Sect, and the sharp breath that rippled out instantly left a shocking wisp of slender blood on his cheek.

His complexion finally changed drastically at this time, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes, and his figure quickly took a few steps back, and shouted: "Let's go up together!

Behind him, the other four members of the Youcheng faction's team immediately rushed out when they heard this, and surrounded the shadow.

Several majestic and powerful auras suddenly rose on the platform, sweeping away in mid-air like waves, and the originally clear sky instantly became hazy.

Wang Ting held a clear long sword, the long sword flashed with a cold luster, obviously a spiritual weapon of not low grade, sharp and sharp, as if it could cut through space, his cold gaze locked on Ying Huang, and in a flash, he appeared directly in front of the latter, and then a sword stabbed out.

"Ghost Slayer Sword Shadow!"

As he secretly drank in his heart, the surging sword qi in his hand suddenly surged, and the long sword directly turned into countless sword shadows, and the sword shadows were like rainbows, covering all the vital points around Ying Huang.

The shadow of the sword was reflected in the pupils of Yinghuang, and in his black eyes, the sharp color suddenly emerged, and then his palm suddenly clenched, and a black light emerged from his palm, which turned into a black heavy sword with a wide shape, the heavy sword was hideous, and the whole body was covered with black fine lines like dragon scales, and the tip of the sword was jagged, faintly showing the shape of the dragon's teeth devouring and biting, imitating the sharp dragon teeth to make the tip of the sword, which can be described as sharp and hideous to the extreme.

As soon as this black heavy sword appeared, a sinister aura came out, causing the space to shake slightly.

This black heavy sword, called "Long Que", is naturally one of the other trophies obtained by Ying Huang in the Treasure Palace, and the treasures in the Treasure Hall are naturally extraordinary, and this heavy sword is a genuine inferior artifact, and its power is extraordinary.

As soon as the dragon sword appeared in Ying Huang's hand, the sword body immediately shook, as if there was a dragon chant full of gloomy and evil spirits, and then Ying Huang's sword stabbed out, and the ripple-like black light waves roared out from the tip of the sword like a torrent, and the sword shadow that was about to attack Wang Ting's overwhelming attack was instantly wiped away.

The sword shadow was filled with evil aura, as if it had torn through the space, and a little cold light suddenly pierced through the surging sword shadow of the clear long sword, and went straight to Wang Ting's throat.

The cold mang was approaching, Wang Ting's face also changed slightly, obviously aware of the amazing lethality of the dragon sword in Yinghuang's hand, and immediately his body was stunned, and the clear long sword in his hand came out quickly, and on the sword body, there seemed to be blood flowing, bringing up a bloody light, and it was incomparably accurate on a wisp of cold light.

"Bloody Sword Slash!"

The two swords collided, and immediately sparks sputtered, and the fierce and incomparable wind spread, and the space around the two seemed to ripple, and the violent breath turned into a hurricane, sweeping away from the place where the two swords clashed.

Wang Ting's palm holding the long sword trembled violently, forcing him to mobilize a large amount of aura to barely stabilize it, and he looked at Ying Huang's hideous face, and immediately became much more solemn.

After the actual fight, he could feel the feeling of oppression coming from Ying Huang's body, that kind of terrifying power like an ancient giant beast, which was definitely not something that ordinary people with the strength of the early stage of the Netherworld could have.

"Damn, it's so powerful!" Wang Ting gritted his teeth, frowned and shouted, "Wang Jian, do it!"

Just as Wang Ting's shouts fell, a figure suddenly appeared from behind Ying Huang, it was another person in the team of the Ghost King's Mansion whose strength had reached the peak of the Netherworld, he was like a lightning flint, suddenly appeared behind Ying Huang, his hands clenched into fists, and immediately slapped away angrily at Ying Huang's vest without hesitation.

I only heard a "boom" explosion, and when the palm wind whistled, the surrounding air suddenly exploded under great pressure.

This Wang Jian is obviously not an idle character, and as soon as he seizes the opportunity, he is a fierce killer move, trying to join forces with Wang Ting and quickly defeat Ying Huang.

The rolling thunderous palm wind swept in an instant after itself, but Ying Huang's eyes were cold, he didn't look at it, and he punched out with his backhand, only to see that above his arm, the black light was beating violently, and between his five fingers it was like a black mist circling endlessly, and that kind of power was enough to shatter the heavens and the earth!

Ying Huang punched out, directly with Wang Jian's fists, the two touched, and at that moment it was like a landslide cracking, and the terrifying power ripples visible to the naked eye rippled open.

In the midst of the huge roar, Wang Jian's complexion changed suddenly, and the terrifying power that came from the Shadow Huang Fist was instantly pressed towards it like an incomparably tall mountain, and the most terrifying thing was that he could clearly sense that the terrifying fluctuations coming from the opponent's fist that had not yet come close were extremely strong, to that extent, even his physical strength close to the Heavenly Netherworld could not be compared.

"This can't be, how did his physical body cultivate, how could it be so strong?!"

A trace of horror suddenly flashed across Wang Jian's face, and he was suddenly cowardly in his heart, and he immediately wanted to retreat backwards.

At the moment when his body just moved, the corners of Ying Huang's mouth were slightly upturned, and he smiled, and his fist suddenly burst out.

"Hmph! I just want to leave now, it's too late!"

As his fists quickly touched Wang Jian's fists, Wang Jianshi felt a sharp pain gushing out from his wrists, and a terrifying force poured out, his body was involuntarily directly blasted out by a punch dozens of feet away, and the arm showed a terrible bruise from the wrist to the shoulder, and the sharp pain spread from the arm in an instant, and the two hands seemed to be abolished in an instant.

This scene suddenly caused an uproar on this platform, and the other teams who were paying attention to the battle circle on the side all showed surprise, who would have thought that Ying Huang, who seemed to be just the early stage of the underworld, was actually in the middle of one enemy and two, and one punch was a strong blow to Wang Jian Shengsheng and retreated, and also caused the other party to suffer a heavy blow directly.

This kind of strength, let alone the pinnacle of the Earth Netherworld, even if it is a person in the early stage of the Heavenly Netherworld, I am afraid it will be difficult to do it!