Douluo's hope on the full moon

107 King to King

"Hanjiang!" Qingshuang noticed the violent fluctuations in Xuehanjiang's sea of ​​consciousness, frowned and said, "Your mood swings are very unstable now! Be sober!"

"No. I'm very sober now." Xue Hanjiang's cold white fingers hooked the silver string of Yuan Yue's hopeful bow: "I know exactly what I want most now."

The silver-white deer body of Qingshuang walked back and forth under the tree in the Xuehanjiang Sea of ​​Consciousness, revealing an extremely rare uneasiness.

After a long time, looking at the constantly surging lake beside him, he seemed to think of the scene of getting along with Xuehanjiang in the past few months.

Although Qingshuang has not known Xue Hanjiang for too long, she also knows that although this man is young, he is always more rational and stable than others. Such a rare emotional outburst may have touched some part of his sadness. place.

Forget it, even if I am myself, it is impossible to be impulsive forever, let alone a young and energetic young man?
Qingshuang sighed, and compromised: "Hanjiang, since you have made up your mind, I will not stop you, but you have to promise me to ensure your own safety, and don't be stingy to use the deer god's blessing when necessary."

Xue Hanjiang raised his eyebrows in surprise, but didn't say anything.

On the contrary, Qingshuang began to analyze the battle situation after making a decision: "The spirit power of these evil soul masters who are still alive is generally low, and even because the power comes too quickly, the state of mind can't keep up. Soul masters are not as good, if you want to deal with them, you can mainly start from this aspect."

"Spiritual power? Understood." Xue Hanjiang nodded, revised his battle plan in the shortest possible time, and at the same time shot a soul impact with a very wide range from the center of his eyebrows.

Soul impact is the preferred attack skill of most soul masters who are good at mental power. One of the soul skills that Qingshuang brought to Xue Hanjiang is mental power control. Of course, this most common skill can also be used.

It's just that Xue Hanjiang's soul impact was greatly enhanced by the head soul bone, and the original invisible material effect was better than the surprise soul impact evolved into a huge range of soul blade.

Sweeping directly through the blood mist with an unavoidable speed and attack range, the five people hiding in the blood mist obviously noticed it when the soul blade entered the range of the blood mist, but it's a pity that they were killed before they could dodge. The soul blade hits.

The effect of this soul blade was very good, but it almost emptied one-fifth of Xue Hanjiang's mental power.

The few people in the blood mist let out a muffled grunt, their heads ached as if they had been hit by a sledgehammer, their ears were buzzing, not to mention dizzy, even scarlet nosebleeds flowed from their nostrils.

In severe cases, I felt my stomach churning, and streams of white foam flowed out from under the face towel.

In fact, not to mention that the spiritual power of the following evil soul masters is far inferior to Xue Hanjiang, even if they are on par with Xue Hanjiang in terms of spiritual power, so what?

It is unimaginable that the soul bone can increase the strength of the soul master, let alone the million-year-old head soul bone that can reduce the mental power consumption and increase the effect?
After several evil soul masters suffered heavy injuries, they naturally couldn't maintain the blood mist maze. The infant spirit returned to the Senleng banner in the old second hand along with the dark wind, and the bloody smell in the air was the bloody sword attached to the boss's hand again. superior.

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The blood mist dissipated, and Xue Hanjiang discovered that most of the trees in the place where the blood mist once covered had been corroded, and even if only a few spots were stained, they all looked withered and dying.

The boss put the knife on his shoulder and wiped away the nosebleed with a face towel nonchalantly.

The strange thing is that the soul blade didn't seem to cause any substantial damage to him just now, but his companions have lost their fighting power at this moment.

Qingshuang fell silent after seeing the results of the battle.

To be honest, if it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he would have wanted to smoke Xue Hanjiang.

This person is really reckless, he has the spiritual power close to that of a soul sage, but he can only display the level of a soul sect.

And the level of the Soul Sect is what Qingshuang forced Xue Hanjiang to practice before!
As long as Fan Xuehanjiang has more control over his spiritual power, these evil soul masters who are only in the realm of the Soul Master Soul Sect will not be alive and kicking.

Ah, so mad at the deer.

Qingshuang pulled out one of her own hairs, and said bitterly while recording on it: "After we deal with these evil soul masters, we must find a way to tie Xue Hanjiang into the sea of ​​consciousness and exercise our mental power control! !!"

Xue Hanjiang was looking at the boss of the evil soul master. For some reason, there was a sudden chill behind his back. He thought it was some small trick from the people below, but he saw that all the people below were rolling their eyes and foaming. , and became a little uncertain.

"Boy, I admit that we underestimated you too much." The boss looked up at Xue Hanjiang standing on the tree, and grinned after a long time: "Hehe, but it seems that I am not the only one who is looking around."

Xue Hanjiang drew the bow again, and on the bowstring was a pitch-black arrow: "Say, who sent you here?"

The boss looked up indifferently, and laughed at himself: "Is it important to say or not to say? It's only a matter of death, I don't believe you will let me go."

"Indeed." Xue Hanjiang let go of the bowstring expressionlessly, and aimed the arrow between the boss's eyebrows.

But the expected picture did not appear. The boss stabbed the blood-colored sword into the ground with one hand while shooting the arrow in Xuehanjiang. What was creepy was that the boss's knife was actually inserted into the body of the little evil soul master whose soul was shocked.

If Xue Hanjiang remembered correctly, this little evil soul master was the last seventh in the ranking.

Xue Hanjiang was only shocked for a moment, but this moment was enough for the boss to complete all the things he had to do.

The blood on the bloody broadsword devoured the old seven who was still in love with his brother in an instant into a skinny skeleton, and the blood beads that returned to the boss acted like a shield, pulling the arrow's attack trajectory evenly. off target.

For the first time, the Wuying Arrow, which can explode and accelerate in the second stage in the air, met the opponent who restrained it head-on.

"Hmph, boy, I will use your head as a sacrifice to my dearest brother." The boss who was blessed by the blood beads trembled, and then stopped in place like a carton.

Xue Hanjiang not only lost the slightest bit of joy after seeing the boss pause, but the alarm bells in his heart rang out. It was almost a conditioned reflex to urge the wind wolf to bite the left leg bone, and the whole person turned into a blue shadow and quickly left the place where he was just now. branches.

The moment Xue Hanjiang left, the boss's bloody saber slashed down in the air, and the tree was easily cut open.

Xue Hanjiang frowned and looked at the boss who was covered by the flying leaves, and pursed his lips: "Sure enough, evil soul masters cannot be viewed by the standards of ordinary soul masters."

Qingshuang reminded in a low voice: "He is here."

"Hee hee hee." The boss came out from the flying leaves, held the knife flat in his right hand, and the black mask on his face disappeared at some point, and a bloodthirsty grin could be seen just in time.

After seeing Xue Hanjiang's ugly expression, the boss laughed even brighter, and even raised his left hand and put it under his nose to sniff it, and he said sincerely thankful: "Hey, it's a good thing you ran away , otherwise it would be split in half by me—that would be such a pity."

　I'm so sleepy, I can't write anymore, let's write another chapter at night (the working dog is crying)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)