Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 164

"Can you escape?"

Three or four miles away, Ling Xiao finally caught up with the boss of the Biyan clan and stopped him halfway.

This place is still in the deep mountains of barren people, no one can see it.

Ling Xiao can finally fight without any scruples.

In the previous battles, he was still somewhat restrained, because he was afraid that others would see his cards.

But now, facing the boss of the Biyan clan alone, he had to go all out to resolve the battle in a short time.

"Little bastard, do you really think you can stop me alone?"

The boss of the Biyan tribe said so, but in his heart he was terrified.

What is the origin of this kid, and his speed is no worse than martial masters in the early or even middle stages of the seventh level of martial arts.

And that attack, not only with many tricks, but also extremely terrifying.

Especially that finger just now, which almost destroyed his consciousness.

"If you can't stop it, you'll know if you try."

Ling Xiao smiled faintly, holding the Bingli sword in his hand, and pointed at the boss of the Biyan clan.

"Double shadow swordsmanship - four shadows with one sword!"

Ling Xiao knew very well that although the boss of the Biyan tribe was at the end of his battle now, the centipede was dead but not stiff.

He was worried that the opponent would have a near-death blow, so it was the most sensible way to use the double image sword technique to wear down the opponent's fighting spirit and deplete the opponent's true energy.

Right now, he really has no way to kill this guy with one move.

It was because of Ling Yixue's remnant soul that the finger of horror was able to succeed.

If you want to succeed again, it will not be easy.

As soon as the double shadow swordsmanship came out, one person turned into four people, and surrounded the boss of the Biyan clan to kill them.

The most annoying thing for the boss of the Biyan tribe is this kind of attack, because he can't judge the opponent's body, so it is impossible to condense the true essence in one place, so he can only deal with it hastily.

The hammer of thunder in his hand kept waving, and Ling Xiao's four figures were constantly repelled.

But come back after knocking back.

After going back and forth like this, the escape speed of the boss of the Biyan tribe also became much slower.

It took a long time to move forward less than ten feet away.

"It can't be so exhausting, it must be resolved quickly!"

The boss of the Biyan clan knew what Ling Xiao was thinking, and he could feel that there were still people chasing after him in this direction.

If he continued to delay, he would really capsize in the gutter today and die in the hands of this sixth-level martial artisan.

Such a way to die is too useless.

"Thunderstorm boom!"

Suddenly, the boss of the Biyan clan let out an angry roar, his true essence burned wildly, and the hammer of thunder in his hand smashed right in front of him.

boom!
With a loud bang, the two figures directly in front of them were blown away.

Then, taking advantage of the momentum at this moment, the boss of the Biyan tribe accelerated and rushed out at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"Is this your near-death blow? It's really powerful!"

Ling Xiao was not frightened by this attack. The reason why he used the double image sword technique was to force the opponent out of this move.

Now the boss of the Blue Eyes tribe is in a state of crazily burning his true energy, and his speed has reached its peak.

But this is like a flash in the pan and a flash in the pan, and it cannot last for a long time.

Ling Xiao was waiting for this opportunity.

A phantom of a ghost ship appeared at his feet.

With Xiangyunbu, his speed has almost doubled.

Even though it is still not as fast as the boss of the Biyan tribe, but it will not be pulled too far away.

As long as the opponent's breath weakens, it will be easy to catch up.

In fact, the help of this ghost ship's remnant soul in attack is not as great as the help in speed.

According to legend, in the ancient times, many of those human warriors relied on their own martial souls to travel.

Not to mention the green dragon and white tiger, martial spirits like ghost ship and fairy palace are also very suitable for traveling.

Of course, on the way, Ling Xiao still didn't forget to weaken the strength of the boss of the Biyan tribe.

whoosh-

A sword light shot out from behind him, caught up with the boss of the Bi-yan tribe with a very strange trajectory, and then pierced the body-protecting essence of the boss of the Bi-yan tribe.

At this time, the boss of the Biyan tribe used almost zero real energy for defense, and most of the real energy was used for body skills. Because of this, he could easily succeed in attacking the powerful sword control technique.

"what!"

In the middle of the air, the boss of the Biyan tribe was pierced through the thigh by the sword light, and the originally fast speed suddenly appeared and came to a standstill.

The most frightening thing was that the flying sword was actually entwined with soul power. Although it wasn't as scary as Finger of Terror, it still put a huge burden on his soul.

At the critical moment, the boss of the Biyan tribe bit the tip of his tongue. The pain made him feel refreshed again.

"You little bastard who deserves to be hacked into pieces, I will never let you go, definitely!"

The blue-eyed boss now has only one belief.

That is escape!
As long as he gets out of trouble this time, he will make Ling Xiao feel the pain and humiliation blessed by him thousands of times.

Perhaps because they paid too much attention to each other, neither Ling Xiao nor the boss of the Biyan tribe noticed that in the forest parallel to them, there was an extremely fast figure walking side by side.

"Are you stimulating the potential in your body by self-mutilation? I want to see how long you can last!"

Standing on the ghost ship, Ling Xiao whizzed past the forest, feeling like a ghost.

From the eyes of the boss of the Biyan tribe, it was as if he was being followed by a ghost, and he couldn't escape no matter what.

Finally, the speed of the blue-eyed boss is getting slower and slower.

There was despair in his eyes.

But in an instant, this look of despair turned into a look of ruthlessness.

He took out something from the storage ring.

Among the thousands of races, the blue-eyed tribe is most famous for its mechanism technique.

Most of the warriors of the Blue Eyes know how to use puppets and other things.

The thing in the hands of the boss of the Biyan tribe is a mysterious mechanism called "Breaking Air Strike".

This thing looks like just a tube, and there is nothing special about it from the outside.

But those who are familiar with it will know that the internal structure of this air-breaking attack is very complicated, and the attack power can be obtained by filling spirit stones.

The more spirit stones filled, the greater the power of the instant attack.

Of course, according to its quality, the power of this thing has an upper limit.

In the hands of the boss of the Biyan tribe, the air-breaker is only equivalent to a high-quality treasure, and it is fully loaded with 100 yuan of low-grade spirit stones.

The attack power can reach the peak of the seventh level of Wumai with a full blow.

The reason why he has been useless is because the spirit stones are too precious, and he only has less than 200 yuan of low-grade spirit stones in his body, which can only be used once.

But at this moment, he knew that there was no hope of escape, and there was no use in keeping this thing, so he took it out without hesitation.

While escaping, fill up the spirit stone.

When all the low-grade spirit stones worth 100 yuan were filled, something like an inscription on the ornately carved tube shone brightly.

He thought Ling Xiao couldn't see all this.

But he didn't know that Ling Xiao was always in the state of trance, and he saw all his small movements in his eyes.

Although Ling Xiao didn't know what the bobbin in the hands of the boss of the Biyan clan was and what it was used for, but intuitively, he felt something was wrong.

"It's better to strike first!"

Ling Xiao didn't intend to avoid it, as long as he killed the boss of the Biyan tribe before he used the tube, no matter what the opponent had in hand, it wouldn't make much sense.

(End of this chapter)