Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Wang B辽 also felt surprised.    

His punch actually did not kill the person, but only seriously injured him.    

"Are you a Body Refining Martial Cultivator?" Wang B辽 was very surprised. The other party was actually a Martial Cultivator who cultivated in both the Martial Tao and the Dao.    

The other party was very young. Young also meant that he had less time to cultivate than others. He actually cultivated two kinds of Martial Tao at the same time, which meant that he was a genius.    

"Gifted." Wang B辽 looked at the young Martial Cultivator and said indifferently, "You have the right to let me know your name. Remember that the person who killed you is Wang B辽. What is your name?"    

Wang B辽 looked at the Martial Cultivator high and mighty.    

Although the other party was a genius, so what if he was a genius? If his Martial Tao realm did not break through to Half-Zhizun, he was just an ant.    

"My name is Xi Yi!" The Martial Cultivator told Wang B辽 his name. He stood up with difficulty and held the long sword in his hand.    

Even if he knew that he could not block Wang B辽's next attack, Xi Yi had to die with dignity.    

Seeing Xi Yi stand up, Wang B辽's face was filled with a smile.    

The thing he liked the most was to kill geniuses.    

After all, he was not a genius when he did not fuse with that drop of blood.    

He was very envious of those geniuses, but it was useless. Talent was something that was already destined to be born.    

He was not a genius, and his cultivation speed was far from being comparable to those geniuses.    

He could only envy them, and at the same time, he also hated them in his heart.    

So what if he was a genius?    

He would still die under his sword.    

While Wang Bilan was fighting with Xi Yi, the black fog around Wang Bilan's body kept attacking the human Martial Cultivators.    

As the black fog fell, the speed of the attack also became faster and faster.    

If Xi Yi could defeat Wang Bilan, it would definitely raise the morale of the Martial Cultivators, but if Xi Yi lost, there was no suspense at all. The morale of the Martial Cultivators was very low.    

A large number of Martial Cultivators died, and countless Martial Cultivators were fleeing outside.    

When the defense formation of Xian City was broken, their outcome was already set.    

More and more Martial Cultivators died, and at the same time, the blood pool that Wang Bilan summoned was also refining the souls of the Martial Cultivators at an extremely fast speed.    

The souls of the human Martial Cultivators were refined, and the black fog became even denser.    

And the corpses of the Martial Cultivators were also devoured by the blood pool, and the aura of the blood pool became even more terrifying.    

"You refined their souls?" Xi Yi looked at the black fog in the sky that had become even denser, and looked at Wang Bilan in disbelief.    

He did not expect that the other party actually had the means to refine the souls of people.    

Didn't that mean that after he died, he would also be refined by Wang Bilan's soul, and be imprisoned by Wang Bilan's side forever, fighting for him?    

Xi Yi could not accept this outcome.    

He knew that he was not Wang Bilan's opponent, and was already prepared to die.    

However, he did not want his soul to be imprisoned after his death. He even helped his enemy kill his own kind.    

But now, he had no other way.    

Even if he committed suicide now, it would not change the result.    

“Wang Bilan!” Xiao Yi roared, and he threw the sword in his hand with all his strength.    

This was a full-power attack, and he attacked with hatred. All of his strength was gathered in the long sword.    

After throwing out this sword, Xiao Yi collapsed to the ground.    

He could not even move his fingers.    

Xiao Yi’s attack caught Wang Bilan’s attention. Originally, he did not care, but for a moment, he actually felt the threat of death from Xiao Yi’s long sword. This was unbelievable.