Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 213 Siege

Qiao Ye's words were like water dripping into a frying pan, and it was fried all at once!

"What an arrogant boy!" Bai Lingfeng snorted coldly: "Do you still want to defeat so many of us by yourself?"

Di Qiulong looked at Qiao Ye with gloomy eyes and said, "I have always heard that the Xuehai Academy is arrogant. Among the four major academies, the Xuehai Academy is the most domineering. Now it seems that it is not clear whether it is domineering or not, but the arrogance is true. Contemptuous, but, do you have the qualifications to be condescending?"

Qiao Ye was obviously outraged, but Qiao Ye didn't care at all, just stretched out his hand and ticked forward.

"So much nonsense." Qiao Ye said: "You guys can't get on!"

Everyone looked at each other, although there was anger in their hearts, but still the same thing, no one wanted to do it first and make wedding dresses for others.

However, there are always short-tempered and unbearable ones.

Zhang Zhun leaped forward, suddenly punched and said, "Just let me meet you!"

Zhang Zhunren gave the title of Vajra Divine Fist, and he is also a famous figure on the phoenix list. His reliance is a pair of flesh fists, which blasted forward, and his body was actually covered with a layer of golden light, like a golden body, and then, A golden fist from the boss slammed into Qiao Ye's face.

Qiao Ye didn't talk nonsense, and shot it directly with one palm.

Heavenly Martial Three Forms, Smashing the Heavenly Palm!

A big handprint was launched, which was several times larger than Zhang Zhun's golden fist. With a hard blow from the front, there was a crackling sound in the ring, and Zhang Zhun took a few steps back.

Someone said in amazement: "Isn't this the Tianwu third-style Smashing Palm? Isn't he from the Blood Sea Academy?"

Zhang Zhun was forced back by a palm, and he was annoyed. He jumped up again and said, "I don't care what academy he is, kill him!"

Zhang Zhun threw his fists continuously. This time, the golden fist marks were not one, but several punch marks, which were more domineering than before.

Qiao Ye looked indifferent and slapped again.

boom!

This time, the big handprint of the palm of the sky appeared directly on the top of Zhang Zhun's head, and the palm fell down and fell directly from the sky. .

Zhang Zhun struggled constantly, and then was surprised to find that he could not earn it.

The power of that Mahamudra is so fierce!

Qiao Ye looked around and said, "You're welcome, you can go together!"

The others looked at each other. Suddenly, someone suddenly drew his sword. With a clanging sound, a cold silver sword light appeared and fell towards Qiao Ye.

Qiao Ye was not in a hurry, stretched out his hand to open the Tsing Yi umbrella, and with a clang, the sword light was blocked by the umbrella surface of the Tsing Yi umbrella.

Someone started, and naturally someone followed suit. There was a strong wind whistling on Qiao Ye's side, and someone came with a knife and slashed at Qiao Ye.

Qiao Ye raised his hand at will, pulled out the thin sword from the green umbrella, and swept it to the side. With a clang, he blocked the sword.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Zhang Zhun, who was suppressed by the big mudra, raised his head and roared at this moment, and suddenly, he was covered with golden light.

"Martial spirit!" Zhang Zhun shouted, "Angry-eyed Arhat!"

In the golden light, the dharma image of an angry-looking Arhat was transformed, and then like a liquid, it continuously entered Zhang Zhun's body.

The emperor's eighth-rank possessed martial spirit and glared at Arhat.

Boom!

With a loud bang, Zhang Zhun punched, smashed the big mudra, and then shot into the sky.

The next moment, a punch hit.

As a civilian martial artist, although Zhang Zhun has the Vajra Fist technique passed down by his ancestors, his rank is not too high. After all, Zhang Zhun belongs to the type who has never been rich in his ancestors. Zhang Zhun can reach this stage, except for his own talent. , The most important thing is that the Vajra Divine Fist, which fits perfectly with Zhang Zhun's Martial Soul Angry-eyed Arhat, the two are added together, and the power is multiplied!

This is also what Ji Wuyuan said. It is better to match the martial arts with martial arts. Although Zhang Zhun's King Kong Fist is a martial arts, with a matching martial arts, it can also show super-level power.

At this moment, the golden fist print blasted out, expanded continuously, and fell from the air, just like a golden comet, crashing towards Qiao Ye.

Qiao Ye raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and then...

"Martial soul!" Qiao Ye shouted softly, "Dazzling Heaven and Demons!"

Qiao Ye is very clear that one can be confident, but not conceited. Fighting against Martial Spirit with the flesh is courting death. To fight against Martial Spirit, of course, Martial Spirit must be used!

The black smoke lingered around, Qiao Ye reached out and grabbed a handful in the black smoke, and then he drew a black spear out of the black smoke, and swung the halberd into the air.

Boom!

Gold and black, the two colors collided in the air, making a loud noise, and the attacks of the two exploded at the same time.

But at this moment...

"Martial spirit, thousands of birds pierce the forest!"

Someone followed Zhang Zhun and used his martial arts, and when he raised his head sharply, countless slap-sized phantom birds appeared, and began to pounce in the direction of Qiao Ye.

Qiao Ye didn't talk nonsense. He swung his halberd directly and slashed towards the rear. A large piece of black smoke flew up and kept moving forward, engulfing the birds. In the blink of an eye, those birds were drowned.

"You..." Qiao Ye dropped the halberd blade to the ground with a smile, then drew a circle around his body, and said with a smile, "No way!"

Some were furious, some looked gloomy, and some trembled in their hearts.

Joe Ye's circle means...

He hasn't moved yet!

Yes, Qiao Ye has been standing there all the time. Despite being besieged, Qiao Ye's feet have not moved too much from beginning to end.

This is blatant provocation!

"Boy, you are too crazy!" Someone shouted angrily: "Death!"

Qiao Ye tilted his head, raised his head slightly, stretched out his hand to stroke the hair in front of his forehead, and suddenly revealed a trace of ferocity in his eyes!

suddenly...

puff!

Qiao Ye still didn't move, but the black smoke all around suddenly poured in. The pupil of the man who jumped towards Qiao Ye suddenly shrank, and then...

The blood is scattered!

The black smoke swept past the man, like a sharp knife slashing across, and then the man's body was broken in two, and it fell straight from the air.

A pool of blood appeared, slowly spreading around.

"You defeated a martial artist of the seventh rank of Martial Madness, absorbed the power of Martial Soul, and obtained Martial Soul Value: 9500 points."

The sudden corpse made everyone's actions stagnate.

Douwangzhan is not a life-and-death battle. Although there are dead people in the previous Douwangzhan, they have never been so vicious. It is very rare to make a shot to kill people, and it is rare that a single blow will cut people in half.

"Is this something surprising?" Qiao Ye tilted his head, squinted his eyes into a slit, and said with a corner of his mouth, "When you decide to kill me, you should be ready to be killed by me as a matter of course. It's fair to prepare, isn't it?"

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