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Chapter 385 Phantom Soul Gun

The appearance and disappearance of the dagger were so miraculous that the thirteenth elders sat upright and stared at Chen Ling's hand for a long time.

In this Dou Shi Continent, there are indeed no immortals. They are all martial arts practitioners. The most that those who practice martial arts can do is use their true energy to create a beam of light, or create a martial arts like a tiger head, a lion head, or a dragon body. However, those who can do it But there is no one who can move freely.

Also, the Zhenqi Tiger and Zhenqi Sword they played can only attack in a straight line, and it is impossible to attack casually with it.

This Chen Ling is only at the fifth level of the Ancient Martial Realm, so it is impossible for him to shoot such a sharp dagger.

His martial arts are really weird, something no one in Doushi Continent has ever seen before.

Seeing that Tang Xiao died, Gu Mu said again: "Which hall master, come forward to fight?"

A tall and strong man waved the spear in his hand and said, "He Biao wants to go up and try."

Gu Mu looked at it, nodded, and said: "This person's martial arts are weird, don't love to fight, if there is a flaw, kill him immediately with the Phantom Soul Gun!"

"My subordinate understands!"

He Biao walked up to Chen Ling, slammed his gun on the ground, and said, "Let me teach you what you're doing!"

"Please!" Chen Ling knew that it was just a fluke that he defeated Tang Xiao just now. This time, it might not be so easy to fight against He Biao.

Although He Biao's cultivation level is also at the eighth level of the ancient martial arts realm, his skill is a little higher than Tang Xiao's.

This person's eyes were more cruel than Tang Xiao's, and his calmness seemed that no one could distract him.

He Biao's famous stunt is the phantom soul gun, phantom soul gun, as the name suggests, is a kind of marksmanship that can make the opponent hallucinate.

Once this kind of marksmanship is used, the opponent will see many He Biao stabbing the opponent's vital points with guns from different angles.

There are many famous heroes who died under the phantom gun.

Chen Ling also knew a little about the Phantom Soul Gun, so he was already very nervous before the battle.

The cultivation base of the third level of Qi Condensation and the eighth level of Ancient Martial Realm are not bad, and the two of them can be regarded as masters with similar martial arts.

The battle between masters is often in an instant, so, in the middle of the battle, once there is an opportunity, Chen Ling will never miss it.

He Biao didn't want to miss it either, he didn't want to be the second Tang Xiao.

Chen Ling knew that the other party was good at marksmanship, so he squeezed out the Lingli knife in advance.

The spiritual power knife is a weapon that consumes a lot of spiritual power. Therefore, once you have made the spiritual power knife, you must end the battle in the shortest possible time. Otherwise, the spiritual power will be consumed too much, and you will undoubtedly die.

He Biao looks bloated and clumsy, but his movements are very dexterous.

The spear he used was light and vicious, like a poisonous snake, flying around Chen Ling's vital parts.

Although Chen Ling's Lingli Saber was very powerful and extremely sharp, its movements were blunt, and its moves and counter moves were always one beat slower than that of the Phantom Soul Gun.

He Biao attacked with ten moves, and Chen Ling could only attack with seven moves.

Later, Chen Ling could only use defense as offense, and kept retreating.

When He Biao forced Chen Ling back in front of a huge rock, he saw an opportunity and used his unique skill - phantom soul gun.

Suddenly one of the heads of the Phantom Soul Gun turned into hundreds, and He Biao also turned into hundreds.

Those hundreds of phantom guns all stabbed at Chen Ling's vitals.

Chen Ling didn't know how to dodge. At the critical moment, he simply didn't dodge and concentrated his spiritual power to hit He Biao at the back.

Chen Ling knew very well that his chance of success was only one percent. If he hit He Biao's real body, he would live. If he hit the phantom, he would die.

He Biao fell down, and his phantom quickly disappeared.

Chen Ling wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with his hands, his legs became weak from fright, and he was a little unsteady in standing.

This is a duel of life and death, and he is betting on one hundred percent luck.

Luckily he won.

He won, so he lived, and the one who lost had his throat pierced by spiritual power, so he died.

Before He Biao was about to die, his eyes were full of panic. He seemed to be in disbelief that his opponent was able to unleash such powerful zhenqi.

True Qi that can penetrate the throat needs at least one layer of Immortal Realm.

He Biao couldn't figure out the reason, so he died with regret.

The third level of Qi Condensation is enough for cultivating immortals, but those mortals still don't know the difference between spiritual power and real power.

This is the first time the people from the Blood Demon Palace have fought against the immortals, and many people are destined to die in this battle.

Gu Mu's face became like Gu Mu just like his name.

The faces of the other twelve elders were uglier than Gu Mu's.

The other 24 hall masters seemed to be locked in place, and their bronze faces seemed to be carved out by someone.

Chen Ling is just a small character in Heihuzhai. This small character is so small that he doesn't even have the qualifications to let a disciple of the Blood Demon Palace take action.

But now, he actually killed two hall masters, which is simply unbelievable.

A white-haired, pointed-headed elder sitting next to the ancient wood tightly grasped the corners of the chair, ruthlessly breaking the piece of wood.

"I'll go meet him."

Gu Mu shook his head and said, "No need! He just beat He Biao by luck."

Gu Mu sat up straight again, looked at Chen Ling who was being helped away, and said, "Which hall master will go up to fight again?"

The eyes of the 24 hall masters rolled at this moment. They looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward.

"Whoever goes out to fight and kills a person from Black Tiger Village, I will promote him to acting elder."

As soon as these words came out, an old man with white eyebrows came out with a judge's pen in his hand, and said, "Yue Wuqing is willing to fight."

Yue Wuqing's face was ruthless and cold just like his name.

As he stood there, a gust of wind blew all around, blowing away the fallen leaves on the ground.

Chai Meng said: "Yue Wuqing's Judgment Brush, known as Hades Judgment, has top-notch acupuncture skills and is also a murderous devil. His cultivation is between the ninth floor of the Ancient Martial Realm, who wants to try it?"

"I'll do it!" Standing on Chai Meng's right was a man with a dark face. His name was Zhou Xiaohei. He had just broken through the third level of Qi Condensation. The spiritual knife in his hand was still unsteady. He saw Chen Ling kill Chen Ling. The two hall masters themselves also wanted to go up and show off their power.

Zhou Xiaohei's face is not ordinary black, his blackness seems to be made of coal, especially when his eyes are not moving, you will definitely think that he is a statue.

Yue Qingqing sneered and said, "Let's take action!"

When he said his move, the judge's pen in his hand had already been struck.

The judge's pen danced wildly in front of Zhou Xiaohei like a poisonous snake, and his upper, middle and lower channels were all blocked by the judge's pen.

As long as Zhou Xiaohei has a little flaw, the judge's pen can kill Zhou Xiaohei.

(End of this chapter)