Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 1225 Assassin

"Then let's fight quickly!"

Qiao Ye looked around, there were thirteen people in total, and after one died, there were twelve left!

Qiao Ye didn't want to delay with these guys for too long. Seeing the other party approaching him again, he suddenly closed his eyes and opened them again.

Almost instantly, the breath on Qiao Ye's body suddenly changed!

Countless spirits and spirits appeared behind Qiao Ye, flowing, sketching, and quickly forming a myriad spirit map!

The next moment, Qiao Ye stretched out his hand and swiped towards the front, and a brilliance appeared in front of Qiao Ye.

The spirit map of all magic, the mirror of all things!

Mirror Hua Vientiane (Domain Ability): A mirror illuminates Kyushu, and Vientiane is in it.

Almost in an instant, a white radiance appeared around Qiao Ye, spreading rapidly towards the surroundings, like floating ripples, forming a circle.

The area that the light swept across, the domain range was divided at the first time, and then...

In the white brilliance, mirrors suddenly appeared!

Those mirrors are made of crystal, and each side is in an irregular state. There are about a dozen sides. Some are standing on the ground, some are floating in the air, some are straight, and some are inclined. of.

Qiao Ye hooked the corner of his mouth, the other party surrounded him, and then...

Surrounded by yourself!

Qiao Ye stood still, two sword lights suddenly flashed past and came to Qiao Ye, but Qiao Ye didn't mean to dodge at all, letting the two sword lights hit him.

Then……

Clap!

In the next instant, Qiao Ye's body was torn apart like smashed glass.

Where did the two sword lights hit Qiao Ye, but a crystal mirror!

As the mirrors scattered, sword light suddenly shot out from the mirror surface, densely packed, and as many broken mirror surfaces, there were as many sword lights, and they frantically pushed towards the surroundings.

The two men in linen standing at the forefront instantly widened their eyes, a blood hole appeared in their throats, and the bright red blood kept flowing from the wound.

Plop, plop!

The next moment, the two men in linen fell to the ground, and their bodies disappeared quickly like an illusory bubble.

The other men in sackcloth stepped back towards the surroundings, but at this time...

In a long mirror, Qiao Ye's figure suddenly appeared.

Qiao Ye suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed one person's neck. Before the other party could react, a wisp of black smoke condensed in Qiao Ye's palm, turned into a small knife, and pierced directly into the temple of the sackclothed man.

"Just you, but also assassins? The means of assassination are also not good, isn't it just swarming up!"

Qiao Ye's voice sounded, but it came from all directions.

In the surrounding mirrors, Qiao Ye's figure appeared at the same time, and each of them seemed to be printed by the mirror, but everyone knew that one of them must be Qiao Ye's deity.

Those men in linen kept looking around, vigilant, searching, trying to find out Qiao Ye's body.

Then……

puff!

The sound of tearing flesh suddenly sounded.

A sackcloth man's eyes widened, and a large amount of blood floated from his back, and then the whole person fell to the ground, gradually losing his life, and his body gradually disappeared.

"over there!"

Someone shouted loudly, then moved in the direction of the corpse and swept out with a sword.

Whoa!

After that sword, Qiao Ye's figure disappeared again, and what was shattered by that sword was a mirror again.

Those linen-clothed men learned to be smart, and when the mirror shattered, they immediately jumped toward the rear.

However, in the broken mirror, the imaginary attack did not appear, and then...

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on the faces of those men in sackcloth.

Because, they suddenly discovered that as they stepped back, they were surrounded by dense mirrors around them, and those mirrors were actually movable.

at the same time……

Qiao Ye appeared on the periphery of the mirror, smiled savagely, and slapped a mirror with his palm.

It's sizzling!

An electric current appeared from Qiao Ye's palm, directly into the mirror.

In the next moment, currents began to flow in all the mirrors, flying constantly, and then lasing from the mirrors, constantly crisscrossing and intertwining, like a huge net, covering the men in linen. .

The screams rang out in an endless stream!

After a short while, there was no more alive in front of Qiao Ye, only a pile of scorched corpses were left, and then gradually dissipated.

Qiao Ye sighed in relief.

This group of linen clothes is not very powerful, and the cultivation base is probably at the level of just entering the emperor's realm.

The most powerful thing is the team of thirteen people, the cooperation that comes from the intimate tacit understanding.

This type of guy is very difficult to deal with. It is the opponent's forte to defeat the strong with the weak, and it is also possible to win the more with less, which is also the characteristic of combined strikes.

Then, Qiao Ye used the most rude method to prevent the opponent from attacking together.

That is……

I don't even give you a target, let's see how you fight together!

No matter how powerful the cooperation is, you need to have a goal to play it!

at the same time……

In the teahouse, the storyteller finished a paragraph, picked up the tea bowl and asked Xiao Er to add water, and drank a sip of hot tea to moisten his throat.

One of the dinner guests shouted: "Sir, tell me one more!"

"Well, um!" Someone coaxed: "Speak up!"

The storyteller smiled, opened his folding fan and said, "Then let me tell you one more, the battle of the imperial capital between Mozun Wuyuetian and Wuzun Xiao Feng!"

"Speaking of Wuyuetian and Xiao Feng, although one of them is from the Demon Realm and the other is from the Martial Realm, their fathers have a **** feud. Both Wuyuetian's parents died at the hands of Xiao Feng's father, and Xiao Feng wanted to avenge his parents' death. Enemy, once killed Wuyuetian's wife."

"The hatred between the two is getting deeper and deeper, and finally decided to fight to the death in the Imperial Capital City, and this battle should have been an evenly matched battle, but no one thought that Mozun Wuyuetian actually cultivated his demonization state to the third form……"

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Qiao Ye crossed the bridge, stood at the intersection, looked forward, then slowly narrowed his eyes, reached out and touched Xiao Ji's head.

"Little Ji!" Qiao Ye said with a smile: "You go and sit aside for a while, I'll be fine in a while."

Xiao Ji nodded obediently, then looked forward.

Qiao Ye's eyes crossed the crowd and fell on a man.

The man was dressed in black, his skin was very white, and his fair skin was a little morbid. It was no longer a normal skin color, but a wink like snow.

When Qiao Ye looked at the other party, Qiao Ye knew that the other party was also looking at him.

Although the street was still full of pedestrians, it seemed that there were only two people on the street.

Then……

The sky is snowing!

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