Thanks to the lessons learned from Lingtian and Bibi Dong, when they saw that Lingtian was about to fight with Xue Jin again, everyone in Wuhun Palace immediately put aside their previous suspicions and the two groups of soul masters tacitly resisted together.

Qian Renxue doesn't have to worry.

Lingtian's barrier is entirely made up of divine power. As long as he is fine, no one can hurt her.

The energy aftermath is still spreading out in all directions.

Violent energy ripples swept all around in an instant, setting off waves of smoke and dust.

Pillars, vegetation, tiles, etc. were torn into pieces by the energy aftermath almost instantly, turning into fine dust and floating in the air.

If everyone in Wuhun Hall hadn't reacted in time, many of them would have ended up like this.

The stalemate continues.

'Kacha!'

Suddenly there was a crisp cracking sound.

In Xue Jin's unbelievable eyes, the blood-colored spear that had been enhanced by Rakshasa's divine power suddenly stumbled during the collision with the Bing Ji Sword, and then broke into two pieces amid the cry of the blood python!

The giant frost dragon roared and bit the blood python in one bite.

Suddenly the blood flowed out.

Bloody mist rose from the broken gun, then was completely solidified by the power of frost.

It turned into blood-colored ice crystals and fell to the ground.

"What?!"

Xue Jin staggered backward violently, his angry eyes full of horror!

How is that possible!

Was he actually defeated?

Lingtian breaks his attack?

This was his strongest blow, but now he was knocked away by Ling Tian with his martial soul sword?

How strong is this guy!

The red eyes paused, and Xue Jin, who was originally driven by anger, regained his composure.

However, there is no time for it to react now.

In an instant.

After destroying the blood python, the giant frost dragon rushed towards Xue Jin without slowing down. Before the ice dragon arrived, the air of frost had already enveloped it. The biting coldness condensed ice marks, as if it would freeze the entire space.

generally.

Xue Jin's body was now covered with a thin layer of ice.

"not good!"

Xue Jin's face tightened, realizing that the situation was not good.

"The grudge between us should end. If you lose... then go die."

The words just fell.

But before he could react, the giant frost dragon suddenly crashed into Xue Jin.

There was a loud "boom" sound, and the ice dragon exploded on Xue Jin's chest, splashing countless blood-red ice shards.

Bright red blood was mixed with it.

But it was far from over, as the Bingji sword that followed followed him through the chest with a 'puff' sound.

A ray of golden light flashed across the Bing Ji Sword at this moment, which was the power from the Golden Dragon King.

A touch of bright red blood spilled.

At the same time, it also penetrated his heart.

It's still beating.

But every time it beats, blood will rush out along the sword.

Bright red blood flowed along the tip of the sword.

Tick ​​tock tick...

"Lost, defeated?"

A sense of ice followed the Bingji Sword, starting from the wound. The icy chill quickly spread throughout the body, and the blood was condensed into blood-red ice crystals before it even dripped from the tip of the sword.

This moment seems like time has stopped.

'thump!'

'thump!'

The heart beats dozens of times faster than usual.

The power of ice surged out and was about to freeze its heart.

The vitality of the heart is disappearing little by little.

The flowing bright red blood has been frozen into dark brown solidification, and the heart is gradually covered with frost from the inside out.

For humans, as long as they have not yet become gods, the heart is the most important part of a soul master.

Xue Jin's heart is now pierced by the spirit sky, and even with the presence of Rakshasa spiritual thoughts, there is nothing he can do.

"Cough...I...cough cough..."

Xue Jin lowered his head with difficulty, blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

His face has turned extremely pale.

The Rakshasa mark that had just condensed deep in the center of his eyebrows dimmed again.

He looked in disbelief at the long sword stuck in his chest and his heart that was already wrapped in ice.

Xue Jin raised his hands with great effort, grasped the edge of the Bingji Sword, and tried to pull it out from his body, but even if Lingtian didn't use his strength, he couldn't do it now.

There was pain, unwillingness and disbelief in his eyes.

Xue Jin couldn't understand.

Why was he so easily defeated by Lingtian? He had obviously exerted all his strength, but why couldn't he successfully catch even one of Lingtian's swords?

"Pfft..."

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

The bright red blood was mixed with a lot of ice.

The power of frost has completely eroded his body.

Xue Jin's clear eyes gradually became distracted, until they began to become dull.

His strong physique kept him erect.

Sometimes having a high level of soul power is not necessarily a good thing.

Just like Xue Jin now.

If an ordinary soul master had been pierced through the heart, he would have died long ago.

But Xue Jin can now clearly feel that his life force is passing quickly.

The most tortured thing is the helplessness of watching oneself approach death step by step, but being unable to change anything.

Severe pain stimulates the brain.

But soon his senses became duller and duller, and in the end he couldn't feel the pain at all.

"How...could..."

"In this way...I...won't fall...here...no..."

Xue Jin's lips moved.

The sound was also intermittent and indistinguishable.

"ah!"

His voice stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

The power of frost has froze Xue Jin into an ice statue from the inside out.

Only the weak vitality is still struggling.

The Lord of the Killing Palace, who once looked down upon all the heroes, was now unable to even utter a complete sentence.

Xue Jin, who wanted to break through the gods, would now fall at the last step before becoming a god. Who could have imagined how ironic this scene is to Xue Jin?

"..."

Seeing Xue Jin's end, Lingtian looked indifferent.
To be continued...