Chapter 537

The huge snow colored tentacle, suddenly slapped down, the terrible force, so that the air below, a piece of explosion, has not yet landed, the ground below, is the strength from the shock out of cracks.

"The 52nd stele is really terrible."

"Even some nine level spirit beasts can't bear the blow."

Listening to the comments around, Xin also sneers. Even if he can't kill Xiao Yang himself, as long as he can see the latter die, it's not a pleasure.

The snow-white tentacles are shrouded in all directions. The ice butterfly in the middle finally has an action. Its wings are slightly fanned, and the ice crystals around its body are flying out towards the surrounding area, which immediately splits rapidly, making that area occupied by dense ice crystals.

"Hum!"

The ice crystal vibrates wildly during the rotation. In a moment, it turns into cold ice discs of palm size. Sharp arcs revolve around the disc at high speed.

The huge snow-white tentacles, patted on countless ice disks, are directly cut into flying snow debris. The scene looks quite amazing.

"Hum!"

Under the rotating ice disc, the snow-white tentacles smashed little by little, and immediately hit the ground, but in the middle of each snow-white tentacle, there was a terrible hole.

It's the ice praying skill of ice butterfly!

"Baihu, come back!" Zong Dynasty was shocked. Bai He's most powerful spirit skill didn't even occupy the body of Yu bingdie, so it was easily broken!

If we go on fighting, it will be him who will die at last!

Xiao Yang sneered at the snow falling before his eyes.

Let alone miss, even if these tentacles, solid hit on the body of the Royal ice butterfly, it will not cause any damage. The attack of the Royal ice butterfly is amazing, but the defense is also abnormal!

How can this spirit beast hidden by master binglian be compared with ordinary spirit beast!

"Click!"

The ice disc is broken, and the ice butterfly looks at Bai Jue flying towards Zongchao. With a sudden wave of its wings, the sharp ice feathers make the latter's body be marked with bloodstains. One of them is to scratch the existing wound of Bai Jue dripping with blood.

At the moment of Bai He's wailing, the Royal ice butterfly's body flashed and swept to its rear. The shining ice wings, like an extremely sharp sword, cut Bai He's back hard.

"Bang!"

The pain of the hissing sound sounded, white Jue crashed into the ground, the original beautiful body, at this time is bloodstained, a broad wound, gurgling with blood.

The stone splashed from the ground hit her face, but Xin Yi's eyes didn't even blink. Her face was full of horror.

Zong Chao, failed?

Doesn't that mean that he is not Xiao Yang's opponent?

The bloody reality is in front of us, but Xin is always reluctant to believe it, and so are several people behind him.

The little man who has always been in the eyes of the people with only one hand can be wiped out, but he shows more powerful strength than himself. This huge blow makes the eyes of Xin Yi and others gradually have blood.

"Shua!"

A blow to split over white, Royal ice butterfly action did not stop, still shooting down.

The vitality of the Ninth level Lord level spirit beast is too strong. It's just that it's too far away from Baihe's life.

"Boy, don't push me!"

At this time, Zong Chao, with a ferocious face, suddenly took out a fruit from the empty boundary stone. The rhombic icicles were evenly distributed around the fruit, flashing sharp luster.

"It's bingjiguo!"

A cry of horror rang out from the crowd. Zong Chao's hands had such terrible fruits!

Similar to the fruits such as thunder blade fruit, ice pole fruit can produce huge impact when it explodes, but its power is far stronger than thunder blade fruit. Even some half step Nirvana level spirit beasts can be severely damaged!

Holding bingjiguo in his hand, Zongchao breathed heavily and looked very gloomy.

This Bingji fruit was bought by him at the price of 150 three grain scrolls in the nearby trading place. The purpose was to deal with some monsters in the ancient wasteland. But unexpectedly, a humble eighth level spirit Master asked him to take it out.

Looking at the Bingji fruit in Zongchao's hand, many people's eyes twinkled slightly, and immediately they looked at Xiao Yang.

Under such threats, Xiao Yang should give up his plan to kill Bai He.

However

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Xiao Yang did not move. He did not seem to see the ice in Zongchao's hand.

"Asshole, since you want to die, I'll help you!" In his eyes, the cold light flashed, and Zongchao threw bingjiguo into the sky. The next moment, a cold light of ice blue suddenly burst out.

"Boom!"

The surging energy comes from bingjiguo. The bodies of Xiao Yang and yubingdie are engulfed in an instant. During the storm, icicles shoot out at the same time. The rocks they touch are all cracked.While the sharp icicle was about to pierce the white oyster, Zong Chao held the latter in his palm and put the latter into the spirit gate. However, his eyes were extremely painful.

In his eyes, it's not cost-effective to kill a spirit beast of the eighth higher Lord level, but to use the card to protect his life.

"Boy, I will recover all the losses you have caused me from you!" Zong Chao bit his teeth fiercely.

"Dead?"

Compared with Zong Chao, who was in pain there, Xin Yi and others were obviously more nervous. If Xiao Yang didn't die, then those who died would be them!

The spirit power storm gradually dispersed, and the hearts of the people suddenly set off a storm.

Xiao Yang's body was still standing there, but his black robe was a little damaged. In front of him, the wings of ice butterfly stretched out like a broad shield to protect him.

Obviously, the impact of bingjiguo was completely carried down by yubingdie with his own body!

"Shua!"

Seeing such a scene, Zong Chao's face was startled. He could not help but feel distressed. He turned his body and swept away. It was only in the process of running and plundering that a thin thread of blood appeared quietly from his neck.

"Bang!"

The ice blade with blood was obliquely inserted into the ground. Zong Chao, who had no feeling, ran for hundreds of feet before his blood gushed out of the wound.

When Emperor Zong died, the number on the spirit tablet in Xiaoyang's empty boundary stone instantly became 52.

Looking at Zong Dynasty, the whole world was silent. However, those who were gloating at the disaster were afraid to show a similar look.

As for Xin Yi and others, their heels are weak, their faces are as pale as ashes, and a strong sense of despair fills their eyes.