Soul Emperor Martial God

It was still in that huge glorious ice palace square.

The Ice Palace disciples made registration and records, and the Ice Palace elder appeared to explain the rules of the third round.

The only difference is that behind Xiao Yi and his party, there is a strong swordsman.

The warriors of all parties participating in the Ice Rim Conference, except for a small number of solo warriors.

The rest are accompanied by powerful people of their own.

I have to say that the Jianzong strong, standing with the strong of other forces, is not inferior at all, but is full of power.

Except for the words of the two extreme powerhouses, Palace Master and Snow Blade Master.

Jianzong strong can be placed in the ranks of the same level as the first palace, one discipline and two religions.

Closer to home.

Grand Elder Ice Palace said loudly, "Do you have any doubts?"

"If not, the third round of the Ice Fate Conference, the Sacred Fruit Fate will begin soon."

No one said anything.

The elders of the Ice Palace nodded, then shouted, "Get up."

As soon as the voice fell, the ground trembled.

The strong from all sides, quickly retreat.

Not long after, a huge piece of ice rose from the ground.

The giant of ice surpassed the Ice Palace Square and probably occupies more than half of the entire Evernight Ice Palace.

The ice is square, crystal clear and extremely smooth.

This is actually a competition ground made of ice.

At the same time, wind and snow surged around the ice competition ground.

After the wind and snow blow by, the spectator seats appeared out of thin air.

The spectator seats are naturally made of ice.

Looking around, this is simply an amazing masterpiece of an ice sculpture master.

In the third round, the fate of calling the holy fruit is naturally related to all kinds of precious holy fruit.

The third round is the final round of the Ice Rim Conference.

This will determine the ownership of the "Ice Heart Sacred Fruit", and it will also be the round that all participants will gain the most.

The chance of this round will be determined by the strength of the warrior himself.

One thousand and five hundred participants will decide the winners and losers in this ice competition and determine the ranking.

It is also the final ranking of the Ice Edge Conference.

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At this time, a crowd of participants stood on the ice competition field.

All around the spectator seats were also full of strong men from various forces.

Grand Elder Ice Palace, standing volley in the air, said loudly, "Are there doubts, or unclear about the third round of rules?"

No one asked.

The Grand Elder Bing Palace nodded and said, "None, you guys make a little preparation. After a cup of tea, it will officially begin."

The third round is an armed struggle, and the rules are quite crude and simple.

One thousand and five hundred people are fighting in the martial arts arena.

The battle lasted until only one person remained on the stage.

The entire martial arts field occupies dozens of miles and is huge enough.

The ranking depends on the order of failure.

Death, conceding defeat, and leaving the confines of the competition are all failures.

The first loser is the last one, and so on.

In this competition stage, the person who persists to the end is the first.

It is also the first place in this ice margin conference.

At this time, Xiao Yi and his party were chatting casually on the competition stage.

With enough confidence in your own strength, you don't need to prepare anything.

Han Cang, Feng Huayue and others suddenly walked over.

"Oh, you guys are very confident." Han Cangyin smiled predictably.

"Strong, naturally confident." Zhong Wuyou sneered.

Immediately, he stretched out his finger and nodded the person next to him.

"Xiao Yi, Bai Bingxue, Ling Yu, Lin Jin, Liu Yanran, um, Ye Ming, you can count as one."

When Zhong Wuyou pointed to Ye Ming, his fingers paused.

Then, arrogantly said, "A total of seven people, and the top seven in the third round will belong to us."

"You..." Han Cang and the others, their expressions turned cold, and then they all smiled jokingly.

"Be proud, let you be arrogant for a while."

"Top seven? Huh, believe it or not, will you be in the bottom seven?"

"Hahahaha." Zhong Wuyou laughed wildly, "Grandson, don't be afraid that the wind will flash your tongue."

"I will settle the accounts for the first two rounds with you later."

...

A cup of tea time passed in a flash.

"Fighting, start!" Bing Palace Grand Elder shouted loudly.

The voice fell.

The battle started instantly.

"Xiao Yi, dare to fight?" Han Cang and Feng Huayue snorted coldly.

Han Cang, Mu Bing, Feng Huayue, and three Tianjiao from the Extreme Cold Land, a total of six people, joined forces to attack Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi had expected it a long time ago, and his figure flashed, rising from the sky.

Although not afraid of these six people, Xiao Yi didn't want his own battle to affect Zhong Wuyou and others.

They have their own battle.

Swish...wish...wish...

It was almost when Xiao Yi was standing high in the sky.

The six people immediately surrounded him.

Frozen flames, sword energy, cold palm wind... attacked one after another, quickly hitting him.

Xiao Yi didn't pay any attention to it, and casually shot out sword energy.

With his strength, killing these six people in seconds is easy.

But something unexpected happened suddenly.

Xiao Yi's sword energy was instantly shattered by the attacks of these six people.

Afterwards, Bing Yan, Dao Qi and other attacks hit Xiao Yi without hindrance.

Bang...bang...bang...six loud noises in a row.

Xiao Yi was drowned in an explosion of energy.

"Hahahaha." Han Cang laughed a few times, "Xiao Yi, today my son wants you to die."

After the explosion, Xiao Yi was revealed inside.

At this moment, Xiao Yi was unscathed in the slightest, dressed as a young man, floating in the wind and snow, extremely chic.

"Peak combat power?" Xiao Yi frowned.

Yes, at this moment, Han Cang and the six others are actually peak combat power.

Because of this, the sword aura that he sent out just now was broken by their attack.

However, this is not a very cold sea.

The secret method of these six people can never have such a big increase.

"The Marrow of Ice." Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes and reacted.

He obviously felt the pure breath of the Marrow of Ice on these six people.

At the same time, it is accompanied by an amazing extreme cold power.

"So that's it." Xiao Yi realized instantly.

These six people have absorbed a lot of the Marrow of Ice.

However, they were not used to transform into vitality and increase cultivation.

Instead, the pure power of the Marrow of Ice is directly used as the source of power to cast the ‘secret method’.

The pure power of the Marrow of Ice exploded in an instant, allowing their ‘secret method’ to exert its maximum effect.

It also gave them peak combat power for a short time.

However, this method is too extravagant.

Once their ‘secret method’ consumes the Marrow of Ice, their combat power will return to its original state.

And the cultivation base will not increase in any way.

"It seems that 500 catties of the Marrow of Ice, I still want less." Xiao Yi's eyes were cold.

"Haha." Han Cang sneered, "Xiao Yi, I said that this round, the first seven from the bottom, will be yours."

"Huh?" Xiao Yi frowned.

Look down, look down.

There, 1,500 warriors did not fight each other at all.

Instead, he was besieging Zhong Wuyou and other six people.

"You teamed up?" Xiao Yi's face was cold.

"I only found out now, it's too late." There was a flash of resentment in Han Cang's eyes.

Six people, six peak combat power, shot instantly.

In the distance, around the spectator stand.

The powerful people from all sides seem to have predicted the situation on the Wutai platform.

One by one, they laughed playfully.

A series of sardonic gazes gathered on the strongman of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect.

Obviously, everyone is waiting for the Sky Splitting Sword Sect to make a fool of.

Waiting to see this martial arts sacred place, ranked bottom in this ice margin conference.

The spectator seat of the strong swordsman is here.

The sovereign and the elders were cold and silent.

The Grand Elder glanced at the ridiculed people around him with disdain and sneered.

"A group of fools, let alone the 1,500 warriors on stage."

"It's just that you, the famous and powerful people who add up together, are not enough for Xiao Yi kid to kill."

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