Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 138

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

Wang Ziqi roared angrily, and then rushed towards Qiao Ye. Among the Qingyu team, his relationship with Yin Wuxie was the best.

The next moment, Wang Ziqi came to Qiao Ye and quickly shot.

This guy's shot...

Also fast!

Left sword and right sword, Wang Ziqi is proficient in two weapons, and he integrates the two very well.

The knife is the cut, the sword is the stab, Wang Ziqi combined the two methods of attack, not only does not have a sense of disobedience, but also shows an abnormal flow of water.

Qiao Ye and Wang Ziqi met in almost an instant. Silver lights flew around them. Weapons collided and chirped. There was a sound of gold and iron colliding. .

In a short period of time, Qiao Ye and Wang Ziqi made dozens of moves. Suddenly, Wang Ziqi let out a low growl and jumped into the air, just as he dodged and jumped away.

The sound of a tiger roar shocked the surroundings, and the eight-eyed tiger king suddenly appeared behind Qiao Ye, roaring with his mouth open.

With the whistling sound, Qiao Ye immediately felt a burst of harsh sounds coming, and the sound even formed a golden ripple and pushed forward.

"Go away!"

With a low voice, Qiao Ye slammed the rapier in his hand, and the rain falling from the sky moved with the sword, hitting the eight-eyed tiger king directly, sending it flying.

On this side, Qiao Ye just lifted the eight-eyed tiger king, but Wang Ziqi killed him again, twisting his body in mid-air, and then the staggered swords fell towards the bottom, forming a cross of brilliance, which fell towards the bottom.

"rise!"

Qiao Ye didn't talk nonsense, he pointed his sword at the sky, and the rain in the sky moved again, turning into a huge water sword that broke through the sky and hit the sky.

Xiang Lingyu gritted his teeth and waved his hand violently towards the sky. The surrounding rain disappeared. Naturally, the rain sword shattered and disappeared without a trace.

Obviously Xiang Lingyu also understood that his spiritual ability was completely restrained by the Tsing Yi umbrella in Qiao Ye's hand. Continuing to persevere would not benefit him at all. On the contrary, he would turn his rain into Qiao Ye's weapon.

Qiao Ye watched the water sword that he condensed disappear, and didn't care, he directly stretched out his hand and waved, the black smoke lingered around the Tsing Yi umbrella thin sword in his hand, quickly condensed into the shape of a black halberd, and then slashed into the air.

Boom!

The black halberd collided with the falling cross brilliance, making a loud noise, and the surrounding ground exploded, rolling up countless dust.

After the blow, Qiao Ye was not reluctant to fight, and suddenly his body twisted and rushed out in the direction of Xiang Lingyu.

As the leader of the Qingyu team, Xiang Lingyu is undoubtedly the strongest one, but what about the one who cannot use his psychic abilities?

Then, Xiang Lingyu is the one who is holding back and is vulnerable.

If so, why not cut it!

Qiao Ye quickly came to Xiang Lingyu, the black halberd in his hand slashed forward, and he was about to succeed...

"Look at the fist!"

With a roar, Wang Ju suddenly rushed out from the side, and hit the front with a punch.

"Out of spirit!" Wang Ju roared, "Supreme fist light!"

Wang Ju's fist was not only fast, but also ruthless. The punch slammed out, and a huge white boxing shadow, one person tall, appeared and slammed toward Qiao Ye.

Boom!

The fist shadow collided with the black halberd, and then, the bursting air wave exploded before Qiao Ye and Wang Ju, pushing the two of them towards the rear at the same time.

"Boy, you are too naive." Wang Ju sneered: "Do you think you can succeed so easily?"

Qiao Ye spread his palms and shrugged, "I seem to have succeeded."

"what!"

The moment Qiao Ye said that, a miserable cry suddenly rang out.

Only then did everyone notice that Zhang Jiaxin fell to the ground, clutching his knees in pain, and his right leg was chopped off at the knee.

Qiao Ye's goal is not Xiang Lingyu, but...

Zhang Jiaxin!

Zhang Jiaxin's ability to summon the Eight-eyed Tiger King, if you look at it in terms of martial arts, it is a summoning type of martial arts, and the biggest disadvantage of summoning type of martial arts is...

the user himself!

The eight-eyed tiger king can be released to fight, but when the eight-eyed tiger king is released to fight, Zhang Jiaxin himself is in a state of defenselessness, and the summoning type of martial spirit cannot act on himself, or, in other words, There is no improvement in his own strength.

Therefore, in Wuyu, most of the summoning types are called team-type spirits, which are suitable for team battles. In this way, you can release your summons to fight, and at the same time have protection around you, you can play the biggest role.

Spirituality is similar to martial spirit, and such shortcomings are naturally the same!

Zhang Jiaxin needs to be protected, and the one responsible for protecting Zhang Jiaxin should be an innocent Yin soldier, but unfortunately...

Yin Wuxie is dead!

Snapped!

Qiao Ye stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Beside Zhang Jiaxin, the black smoke condensed, turned into a giant sword, and fell in Zhang Jiaxin's direction.

Wang Ju and Wang Ziqi roared at the same time, "Stop!"

Unfortunately, it's too late!

Wang Ziqi has been chasing Qiao Ye. In order to protect Xiang Lingyu, Wang Ju is also standing in front of Xiang Lingyu. Zhang Jiaxin's surroundings are empty at the moment, and even the eight-eyed tiger king is too late. back to help.

puff!

The blood splashed, and the giant black knife made of smoke swept across. Then, Zhang Jiaxin's head flew up, churning in the air, and then fell to the ground.

"You defeated a spiritual monk who was out of the ninth order of the spiritual realm, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 6500 points."

The three remaining members of the Qingyu team looked extremely gloomy and angry as they watched Zhang Jiaxin's head roll to the side.

Qiao Ye raised his head and said, "The second one!"

Xiang Lingyu gritted his teeth and said, "You are doomed, this hatred will never be shared!"

"The Martial Realm and the Spirit Realm are inherently inseparable. From the moment we meet, it means that no matter what method we use, no matter what method we use, even if we are seriously injured, as long as our heads can still move, we will try our best. Kill the opponent." Qiao Ye looked at the front indifferently and said, "The captain of the dignified Qingyu team, who doesn't even have this kind of consciousness, dares to walk on this battlefield?"

Xiang Lingyu gritted his teeth and waved his hand violently: "Kill me, don't worry about me, kill him for me!"

Wang Ziqi and Wang Ju, the charging partners, rushed forward again, flanking Qiao Ye from left to right and attacking at the same time.

Dang, Dang!

Qiao Ye danced with his halberd, swept left and right, blocking the attacks of the two.

"You said the same thing before, and then you both died."

Qiao Ye smiled and waved his halberd, and a cloud of black smoke passed by, forcing Wang Ju and Wang Ziqi to retreat.

Qiao Ye put the black halberd on the back, looked at Xiang Lingyu and said seriously: "I said, I didn't want to run away, but wanted to..."

Qiao Ye's words were half finished, his face showed a ferocious look, and he stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth.

"Kill you all!"

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