Soul Emperor Martial God

Chapter 608: Eight Kinds of Martial Arts

"Earth pole triple peak combat power." Xiao Yi looked at Bing Baiwu indifferently.

That's right, the current Bing Baiwu only has the peak combat power of the Earth's Third Layer.

Like other Tianjiao, he has almost exhausted his means.

The only difference is that he has not yet condensed the phantom of the martial soul.

Relying solely on the enhancement of the top-grade elemental weapon and the enhancement of the secret technique, there is already the peak combat power of the Earth's Extreme Triple Layer.

However, even if Bing Baiwu condensed the phantom of the martial soul, the combat power would not be able to break through the fourth level of the extreme realm.

After all, his Martial Soul is only of the blue rank.

The gap between the third level of the extreme realm and the fourth level of the extreme realm is the gap between the first level of the earth and the middle level of the earth.

If the gap between the peak of the first level of the earth and the second level of the earth, or the gap between the peak of the second level of the earth and the third level of the earth, his martial soul phantom would allow him to easily break through.

"What? Do you think I will be easily defeated by you like those three wastes?" Bing Baiwu looked at Xiao Yi's indifferent and contemptuous eyes, and couldn't help but feel angry.

A small bang.

A martial spirit phantom appeared behind Bing Baiwu.

His martial spirit is a giant ape of the ice attribute, extremely good at power.

However, it was exactly as Xiao Yi had guessed just now.

Bing Baiwu has condensed the phantom of the martial soul, and it is still only the peak combat power of the three extremes of the earth.

Of course, even if he is the same as the third-level peak combat power of the extreme earth, he is enough to easily crush the three people just now.

Really want to compare.

The current Bing Baiwu should be at the invincible level of the third peak of the Earth's Pole.

boom…

Bing Baiwu punched out.

On the fist, there is the sound of breaking the sky.

The purple flames surged in Xiao Yi's hands, and a surge of purple flames covered his fists.

Same punch.

Two fists banged, making a loud noise.

Xiao Yi was actually smashed back several meters, and Zi Yan collapsed on his fist.

Bing Baiwu, on the other hand, remained motionless, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Ziyan Yixiao, I said, you are not qualified to be mad in front of me." Bing Baiwu sneered.

"Heh." Xiao Yi smiled indifferently, "Hundred martial gloves are quite powerful."

What really caused his purple flames to be scattered slightly was the top-grade elemental weapon, the Hundred Martial Arts Gloves.

Hundreds of martial arts gloves, the style is somewhat like a glove.

But it feels thicker and more punchy.

However, it is also obvious that the true power of the top-grade Yuanqi Baiwu Gloves has not been fully exerted.

It is also the best way to do it. The three Tianjiao holding high-grade Yuanqi just now have the peak combat power of the extreme three.

Although Bing Baiwu was enough to crush the three people just now.

But with a top-grade elemental weapon in his hand, his combat power is always only at the peak combat power level of the third-layer extreme realm.

Mainly it is the top-grade elemental artifact, and it is definitely not something that can be completely controlled by a half-step extreme cultivation.

If you want to truly exert the power of a top-grade elemental weapon, you are afraid that you will have to go to the middle stage of the extreme earth, or even later.

Of course, the increase of the top-grade Yuanqi is always higher than that of the top-grade Yuanqi.

It's just that Bing Baiwu is only half a step to the extreme cultivation level, and this kind of 'higher' is not too high.

"Is there anything else you can do?" Xiao Yi asked lightly.

"You are courting death." Bing Baiwu's anger ignited instantly.

Xiao Yi's calm tone was undoubtedly the greatest contempt in his opinion.

Bing Baiwu, punched again.

This time, his fist suddenly felt a depressing heaviness.

"Oh? Martial arts power?" Xiao Yi smiled indifferently and punched out the same way.

This time, Xiao Yi specially condensed the purple flames on his fists even more solidly.

boom…

The two fists banged, and there was another roar.

This time, the two sides are at a stalemate.

"Chongbing martial arts." Xiao Yi said lightly to himself.

Yes, just now, Bing Baiwu's fist was covered with the martial power of the heavy ice martial arts.

Chongbing martial arts, Xiao Yi had seen it before when he fought Bing Chengtian.

The level of martial arts itself is only second-rate.

But that kind of heavy, accumulated weight is quite impactful.

"It's not over yet." Bing Baiwu snorted coldly,

Another punch.

At this moment, Bing Baiwu's fist seemed to be turned into a sharp blade, and his breath was piercing.

Hiss.

The purple flame wrapped around Xiao Yi's fist was cut open.

"The Ice Road of the Wind." Xiao Yi frowned.

"Drink." Bing Baiwu's figure suddenly changed.

The next second, strangely appeared beside Xiao Yi.

Another punch slammed out, and the wind and snow filled the air, like a dragon traveling in the wind and snow.

Xiao Yi quickly turned sideways and blocked it with a punch.

The moment when his fist touched Bing Baiwu's fist.

The flame wrapped around his fist began to be covered by some frost.

"The Way of Wind and Snow." Xiao Yi's brows furrowed slightly.

"Ice shadows are heavy." Bing Baiwu suddenly shouted.

His fist turned into a phantom.

In the next second, a continuous blow like a violent storm slammed into Xiao Yi.

"Ice Shadow Martial Arts." Xiao Yi's face flashed a trace of solemnity, and the flame on his fist shattered instantly.

Even in this boxing shadow, he was accidentally punched and flew straight.

"Hmph, Yi Xiao, you lost." Bing Baiwu sneered.

In the hands of Bing Baiwu, a long spear suddenly condensed.

Bing Baiwu, holding a spear, dodged and stabbed Xiao Yi, who was blown away.

"I'll see how you block my shot and take your life." The bloodthirsty light in Bing Baiwu's eyes flashed past.

The long spear stabbed Xiao Yi directly.

"Ice Spear Road." Xiao Yi muttered to himself indifferently.

The body, with a movement that is difficult for ordinary people to understand, can be twisted and avoided the spear.

Immediately, with a reflexive grab, the flame-wrapped palm grasped the spear.

"Dismiss." A low voice sighed.

The flames ran wild in an instant, raging on the spear.

In an instant, the long spear froze and disintegrated.

"Go away." Xiao Yi let out a low voice, and the purple flame in his hand turned into a golden flame.

A huge flaming fist slammed out, sending Bing Baiwu flying.

After Xiao Yi fell to the ground and stood firm, he smiled lightly.

"It turns out that it is indeed Bing Baiwu." Xiao Yi looked at Bing Baiwu with a little seriousness.

Bing Baiwu, the successor of the main hall of Bingwu.

In addition to being a genius demon hunter, this person is also a martial arts madman.

Rumor has it that he is a fellow practitioner of hundreds of martial arts, and his aptitude is amazing.

However, according to Xiao Yi's knowledge, there are only eight kinds of martial arts that he has truly achieved.

These eight kinds of martial arts are all at the half-step Earth level.

Just a sliver, it will reach 10%.

Just now, Bing Baiwu's attack changed from the very beginning.

Each punch is blessed with different martial arts power.

Eight kinds of ice martial arts, or thick, or sharp, or strange, or like a broken bamboo... all in one go, it is hard to prevent.

"Now, do you think you are still qualified to despise me?" The bloodthirsty light in Bing Baiwu's eyes became more intense.

Xiao Yi's eyes were still indifferent, "Is there any other means?"

"If you don't, you can lose."

"Bastard, it's too deceiving." The bloodthirsty light in Bing Baiwu's eyes suddenly soared to the extreme.

That kind of bloodthirsty, as if it can really drip blood.

That bloodthirsty suddenly turned into an indifferent and crazy killing intent.

Bing Baiwu, punched again.

This time, his fist changed again.

On the fist, a strange blood glow, mixed with martial arts power, is amazing.

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