Two crazy breaths made the atmosphere on the stage extremely depressing.

The man in Tsing Yi, who seemed to have lost his mind and only had his instinct left, seemed to feel the hidden ferocity under Ye Wen's pitch-black armor, and let out a sharp and terrible howl from his mouth, and suddenly a storm like a hurricane blew around him.

An unhealthy flush stained the pale face of the man in Tsing Yi, the man in Tsing Yi's arm shook violently, the clothes on his body were torn apart, and the aura floating between heaven and earth was pulled by the fluctuations of Dao power, like a whirlpool gathered on the tip of the blood-colored sword.

The blood-red liquid that kept dripping down the ground looked even more dazzling in the sunlight, leaving traces of flow on the ground like molten lava from a volcanic crater, and there were bubbles floating up one after another.

The arms of the man in Tsing Yi became as slender as withered branches, as if the blood in his hands had been sucked dry by some kind of force, and the bones of his ten fingers erupted with a thunderclap sound, as if a pair of hands leaning out from the underworld were pinching and bursting the small people.

The sound of the last section grew louder and louder, and then it suddenly stopped abruptly, and at that moment, a violent and monstrous blood qi gushed out from between his ten fingers, passing through the hilt of the sword he was holding, from the viscous blade to the end of the sword, and then turning into a churning ball of blood-colored flames with grimaces.

Rumble!

A frenzied blood spurted out from between the fingers, and the ground began to collapse and burn, and a deep red crack that seemed to be filled with molten slurry suddenly appeared.

Ye Wen's pupils narrowed slightly, even if he was conceited that he was no longer invincible in the Sixfold Realm, he also felt the horror of this blood-colored color, the entire big platform was shrouded in blood, the aura of heaven and earth was frantically colliding, and countless jade bricks on the floor were shaken and cracked, and even except for the whistling of the blood sword, no other sound could be heard at all.

At this moment, the people of Tsing Yi have completely controlled the space here. Such a terrifying technique, I am afraid that only the sevenfold extreme or above can be able to do it, but this Tsing Yi man is inspired by the sixfold peak realm.

Such a sword, even if it is a superior person such as Xiahou Tianyi, I am afraid that I don't dare to say that I can retreat with my whole body, it seems that the person in Tsing Yi who has entered the state of ghost transformation is so terrifying.

This is no longer an ordinary concept of transcending the level, but a terrifying force that has crossed a large level and seems to break through the limit at any time.

Ye Wen lowered his head and coughed, his face seemed to be unhealthy red, and the corners of his lips overflowed with blood, and with the flow of this thread, he raised his head and looked at the blood, and the breath in his body suddenly rose wildly, and the runes on the black armor were unprecedentedly bright, emitting a black light like night.

And under the black light, there is a white and translucent snow.

His eyes were very calm, not like he was facing a catastrophe of life and death, as if he was staring at an intoxicating scene, which made people unable to take their eyes off, and a cold wind suddenly appeared around him, and then he raised his hand without warning, clenched the hilt of his sword and stabbed out the blood that rushed straight ahead.

A cold current burst out from the ground below the end of the sword, instantly freezing a huge wall of ice, standing straight in front of the blood-colored sword, blocking the path of the terrifying sword.

Rumble!

The Dao power fluctuations that were no less than the sevenfold peak clash swept out, the ground that shook the gravel seemed to roll up a whirlpool, and the powerful cold current fire waves were frantically churning and expanding, as if they were fighting for territory.

A terrifying force came from the front end of the sword, and Ye Wen only felt as if he had blocked the crater that was erupting wildly, and countless smoke and dust were frantically hitting the ice wall with the flames.

The ice wall is about to collapse.

From where the tip of the blood-colored flame sword pressed against the ice wall, countless cracks spread out in a spiral pattern, and the sound of crackling was endless.

Ye Wen's body suddenly had a few more bloody wounds, which were the traces of the flow of power that vibrated in the air, containing almost demon-like malice, just scratching by, as if he was haunted by a powerful ghost, opening his bloody mouth and biting wildly.

Thick blood water flowed down from the corners of his lips, and the small bloodshot had been completely submerged, but Ye Wen's expression was still very calm, as if he was not in a deep predicament, as if the touch in front of him would not completely break through the collapsing ice wall.

One by one, the flames were slashed down, bounced to the ground, and quickly burned on the rubble, as if they would never be extinguished, like ghost fire, and the ice wall seemed to be ready to burst open at any time, but it continued to support and seemed to be able to continue to block.

The incomparable blood sword pierced into the surface of the ice wall, running through the cracks, but soon stopped advancing, as if falling into a swamp, and like falling into a large web woven by a spider, and the lines that burst out no longer looked like cracks, but the web lines waiting for the prey.

The pale face of the man in Tsing Yi was distorted, and only his almost bestial instinct remained, as if he finally realized that he was gradually losing control of the blood sword, and the power that suddenly burst out of his body had begun to decline.

A ghostly howl burst out from his pale lips, and with a crazy sound, the blood-colored sword also vibrated and roared, like a howling crane, making people's hearts palpitate, and seemed to be able to inspire the deepest fear in the hearts of human beings.

The sound sounded, and the blood sword was no longer a sword, but blood.

The bubbling blood gushed out like a river bursting its embankment, and it came out with the shock of the blocked ice in front of it, and instantly intertwined a series of sinuous blood snakes behind the ice wall, and it turned out to be a soft whip in the sky, shaking the whip shadow in the crazy swing, and it was actually flashing out of the range of resistance from the left and right, carrying a blazing breath towards Ye Wen Roll behind the ice wall.

The sword whip breaks through the air, even if the body of the high-level monk is much stronger than that of mortals, but it can't resist the whip shadow that condenses the fierce Dao power, and may be able to support a short time, but once it is entangled by many whip shadows, it will become a fish on the chopping board at that time, and it will be slaughtered by others.

How could Ye Wen allow such a thing to happen.

His eyes lit up, his palm clenched the hilt of the sword fiercely, as if he wanted to strengthen his strength a little, and the whole figure suddenly leaned back again, and the entire ice wall suddenly moved a few inches.

With this action, the countless blood whips that attacked pulled a little distance between him and him, and the distance that was enough to fill in just this moment was the key to reversing the danger, and I saw that the ice sword in his hand also exploded, and the cold current hit the ice wall, and then it shook back.

The white cold current was rushing wildly, as if with consciousness, rushing towards the blood whips that rolled from all directions, blood and snow intertwined in mid-air, and carried out the most dangerous grappling in silence, and the white shadows exploded in the air, enveloping the blood shadows, and then dissipating into nothingness.

At the same time, the ice wall, which had lost its spiritual control, finally collapsed with a bang, as if an iceberg on a glacier was sinking, shattering into churning ice and snowflakes with a rumbling sound.

And in the poignant picture of the collapse, a blood-colored figure suddenly crashed out of it, and the ice mist rolled the figure and scattered from both sides.