Chapter 217 Soul Suppressing Linghai
The master of Linghaijing has a strange and unpredictable strength. In the face of such an opponent, Yang Jian dares not be careless at all. At the moment when the old man's figure disappeared, Yang Jian kicked the ground with his right foot and flew backwards. The gray-haired old man grabbed his right hand forward, tore the remnants of Yang Jian's left in place into pieces, and slowly dissipated in the air.
"What a fast speed!" The old man was shocked. He can't compare the speed of being able to leave a shadow in place!
Miso! Miso! Miso! Miso!
The old man jumped in the forest like a spiritual ape, and a few bounces jumped in front of Yang Jian again. He stretched out his hands forward, and two sharp arrow-like gas burst out of his hands. In an instant, he penetrated the void and came to Yang Jian's face.
Yang Jian was absorbed and stared at the two gass. At the last moment, his body tilted, and two breaths flew over his neck.
At the same time, Yang Jian did not passively defend. He shouted in his heart, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife swept out and swept over the old man's waist.
Bang!
I don't know that the gray-haired old man did not hide at all, allowing the three-pointed and two-edged knife to bombard his body. Hearing a loud noise, Yang Jian only felt that he seemed to have cut off the steel, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife was bounced out! Yang Jian, don't make your mouth numb, but on the contrary, the other party is unharmed!
"The spirit of the master of Linghaijing is so powerful! It's hard to break the secret soldiers!" Yang Jian withdrew with a knife and was extremely shocked.
"Hahahahaha, Huangkou, you're still not dead today!" The gray-haired old man laughed loudly, as if he had seen the scene of Yang Jian being killed by him.
At this moment, dozens of golden lights fell from the sky, and thirty-six battle flags were inserted around him with a bang.
"Tianguang Soul Flag? Humph, it's really a violent thing when the divine soldier falls into your hands. You'd better give it to me!" The old man's whole body is full of gas, and any object within three feet of him will be smashed by gas!
As he spoke, the armor appeared on his body, and his whole body was wrapped in a layer of earthy yellow armor.
"Ber it!" He shouted loudly, which made the void tremble. He leaned forward with his right hand and went straight to one of the Tianang soul flags. At this moment, Yang Jian's voice came from all around.
"Soul suppression array!"
With Yang Jian's voice falling to the ground, the thirty-six Tianang soul flag rumbled, blooming a dazzling golden light! The old man's right hand was shaken back by a soul-killing light, and his whole body was shocked and flew out backwards.
As soon as the soul suppression array comes out, the masters of Linghaijing will be suppressed!
The gray-haired old man is a local master, and his control over the land is unparalleled. After his body was shaken away by the light of the soul god, he waved his hands, and two earth guns appeared under the banner of two of Tianang Soul Town. More than three meters long earth guns burst out of the ground and bombarded two Tianguang soul flags from the roots.
However, the earth gun collapsed on the spot, and the Tianguang Zhenhun flag was motionless. Thirty-six Tianang soul flags are connected into one, and the old man can't move them at all.
The soul-suppressing array rumbled, and a strange breath flowed in the array. The suppression from the soul fell on the old man uncontrollably. Although he is a strong man in the spiritual sea, the soul has metamorphosis, and the strength of the soul is far greater than the ordinary master, he is still under the suppression of the soul.
"Old man, aren't you going to kill me? Let's see who kills whom today!" Yang Jian's sarcastic voice came from around.
"Damn! Do you think you can trap me with a soul formation? I will fight all over the world, and I will lose to you, a yellow-mouthed child!" The old man was furious, and the earthy yellow gas on his body rose to the sky, like a khaki gun piercing the sky. At the same time, the gas on his body turned into an iron sword and shot around.
Surrounded by a golden light curtain formed between the thirty-six Tianang soul flag, which looks like a golden iron wall, trapping the old man in it.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sharp sword hit the golden light curtain and made a violent roar. The sword collapsed on the spot, but the golden light curtain was unharmed.
The earthquake trembled, and the ice collapsed. The ice at the bottom of the thirty-six Tianang Soul Flag finally could not withstand repeated heavy blows and was completely shattered. However, the Tianguang Soul Flag is as if it were inserted into the void, standing still, not affected by the ground at all.
Gang!
The old man slowly pulled out the iron sword behind him!
The iron sword is three feet and three inches long, and the earthy yellow light on the surface flashes, with an amazing murderous atmosphere! This is a magic soldier who has drunk the blood of countless masters. The murderous spirit on it alone is enough to make ordinary masters collapse!
The iron sword trembled in the old man's hand, as if eager for blood to water, and burst into amazing magic.
Due to the suppression of the soul-suppressing array, the old man's strength can only play half of his heyday. It's like a tiger with a tooth pulled out. Although the fierce power is still there, Yang Jian no longer pays attention to it.
In the array, Yang Jian's figure slowly emerged. He wants to meet the master of Linghaijing for a while! Yang Jian believes that more Linghaijing masters will come to kill himself in the future. Now let's learn about the strength of Linghaijing masters first, so as to prepare for future enemies!
"You are looking for death!" The gray-haired old man's eyes flashed fiercely, and the iron sword in his hand was like a fierce poisonous snake, which stabbed Yang Jian.
Yang Jian raised his knife and shook the iron sword aside.
"Old man, who asked you to kill me?" Yang Jian sneered.
"There are too many people who want to kill you, and many people don't want the Holy Body to grow up! Therefore, it doesn't make any difference to you to know which force I come from." The old man said coldly.
"That's right, then you don't have to live anymore." Yang Jian smiled, like a smiling god of death, and waved the sickle of death to the old man.
Yang Jian's dark golden divine light soared to the sky, like a golden god of war, with unparalleled combat power. The attack power of the original power of Muxing is not strong, so Yang Jian chose to use the power of the original power of Jinxing to resist the enemy.
And the gray-haired old man is not weak at all. Although he is suppressed by the soul-suppression array, he still has infinite combat power. The earthy yellow mountains fell from the sky and hit Yang Jian fiercely.
The ice surface was completely smashed. If it hadn't been for the Tianguang Soul Flag, the two would have fallen into the ice pit at this time.
Woth!
The old man waved his hand and cut out a sword. The sharp sword spirit was like a khaki, and he wanted to cut Yang Jian's sword into two pieces. Yang Jian carried out the set of fairy art of "Vertical Golden Light", which was faster than the old man's imagination, and all his attacks failed one by one.
! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yang Jian incarnated ten thousand golden lights, and his shadows were everywhere in the array. The three-pointed and two-edged knife attacked the old man from different directions. Although the old man resisted it with an iron sword one by one, he was also shocked and trembled all over, and the iron sword in his hand was almost blown away.
"Yellow-mouthed child, it's too compelling!" The old man roared repeatedly, and at the same time, his body flashed to dodge Yang Jian's attack. But Yang Jian's speed was so fast that he couldn't dodge at all. A raindrop-like attack fell on him!
"Old man, if you want to kill me, I'm too pushy? That's ridiculous!" Yang Jian's sneer came from all around. The three-pointed and two-edged knife is deadly, and I want to split the old man into pieces!
"The first magic!" Yang Jian shouted angrily in his heart, and the first magic was suddenly launched.
The gray-haired old man suddenly felt that his whole body was out of control in an instant. Although it was only a short moment, Yang Jian's sword had swept in!
Poo!
There is no way to avoid it!
The gray-haired old man was cut in the waist by Yang Jian, and blood surged out like a spring!
"The master of Linghaijing will not die so easily and destroy his soul!" Wu Xingzhu reminded Yang Jian in his mind.
Sure enough, the old man's upper body, which had been cut off, suddenly exploded, and a black figure rose to the sky to escape from the array.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Can you escape?" Yang Jian sneered and launched a soul-suppressing attack in an instant. But when he saw a soul-killing light rising into the sky, he bombarded the soul into dust all over the sky with a bang!
Thirty-six Tianguang Zhenhunqi slowly dissipated, and Yang Jian took a long breath. The master battle with Linghaijing is tantamount to fighting with ten masters in the later stage of the secret realm at the same time, and this is only a master of Linghaijing who can only exert half of his strength. If he was a master of Linghaijing in his heyday, Yang Jian was not an opponent.
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