Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 222 I just got serious

Click, click!

The ground was constantly broken, and then the broken stones were pulled by the strong suction, and countless stones rose from the ground continuously.

"Qiao Ye, you should be honored!" Xian Yuran grinned: "You have successfully angered me, and you have been honored because of this, so that I am willing to kill you personally!"

As Xian Yuran spoke, he slammed his hands together, and the flying gravel flew towards Qiao Ye.

"Lingbo Twisting Art!"

Seeing Qiao Ye dodging sideways and dodging the gravel again, Xian Yuran snorted again, and the flying rock immediately began to fold back and crashed into Qiao Ye's back!

Lingbo Swirl Technique, a very powerful and strange exercise, comes from the Shenmen Dojo. The initial training is only eighth grade, and the second grade can be obtained by completeness. The strange thing about this exercise is that ordinary exercises are all Bombardment, and this practice method is to reverse the flow of qi to form a reverse attack, one in and one out, which is extremely difficult to prevent.

Since he couldn't dodge, Qiao Ye didn't dodge either. With a low voice, he stepped on the ground!

Boom!

The ground under his feet was smashed by Qiao Ye, and the next moment, the muscles of Qiao Ye's whole body tightened, and the gravel kept hitting Qiao Ye's body, and then smashed into pieces, as if hitting a wall.

Xian Yuran shouted in a low voice, "I see how long you can last!"

Xian Yuran shouted again, and the surrounding ground collapsed, bulging up one by one, and splashing gravel hit, Qiao Ye twisted his body sharply, and slammed it out with a palm.

Heavenly Martial Three Forms, Smashing the Heavenly Palm!

A huge handprint was condensed in the air and slapped down towards the bottom. After one blow, the gravel was directly ground into powder.

But at this moment...

Xian Yuran had already come to Qiao Ye and threw a punch at Qiao Ye.

Qiao Ye didn't retreat, and he also punched his backhand.

boom!

The fists of the two collided in the air, making a dull sound. However, it felt very strange. The two fists collided, and Qiao Ye did not feel a violent collision. On the contrary, when the fists doubled, Qiao Ye found that his fist seemed to be stuck, and as soon as Xian Yuran retracted his arm, Qiao Ye was dragged over.

The next moment, Xian Yuran raised his leg and swept across, hitting Qiao Ye's lower abdomen with one foot, kicking Qiao Ye backwards.

Qiao Ye looked at his belly, hooked the corner of his mouth, looked at Xian Yuran and said, "I take back what I just said, you are still qualified to let me fight you a dozen times."

Although I am not ashamed of Xian Yuran's acting style, Xian Yuran's strength is indeed not weak, or we should put it another way, even if Xian Yuran has a deep background and a powerful background, if he is a waste, he will not get it either. With so many favors, it is precisely because Xian Yuran has shown enough talent and strength, that he can be so arrogant, to be favored all the time, and to bully others.

"I don't know how to repent when I die!" Xian Yuran snorted coldly, and said again: "Destroy you!"

Xian Yuran once again punched Qiao Ye, and the Lingbo Spinning Art was activated again. When Qiao Ye raised his fist to fight back, the fist seemed to hit the cotton, and the power was completely dissolved. The Lingbo Whirlwind Art was absorbed again.

Xian Yuran smiled grimly and raised his legs again, almost the same picture as before.

but……

boom!

Xian Yuran swept across Qiao Ye's waist again, but this time, Qiao Ye didn't move, and took a hard blow from Xian Yuran.

"Finished?" Qiao Ye cracked his mouth and said, "It's my turn!"

boom!

Qiao Ye suddenly punched, punching directly at Xian Yuran's face!

The speed of Qiao Ye's punches was obviously a few points faster than before. Xian Yuran didn't even have a chance to activate the Lingbo Spinning Technique, so he was punched in the face by Qiao Ye, and the moment he exited towards the back, Qiao Yeshuang As soon as his legs were curled up, he stepped on it hard, and his body rushed forward like a cheetah that was preying on it.

boom!

Qiao Ye kicked Zhong Xian Yuran's chest with a kick. Xian Yuran's footing was unsteady, so he stepped back again, showing a little staggering, and finally stood up. When he looked up, he found that Qiao Ye was killing him again.

Attacks like a storm, one after another, did not give Xian Yuran any chance to breathe.

Watching Qiao Ye lift his legs to sweep, Xian Yuran gritted his teeth and raised his arms. Although he blocked Qiao Ye's attack, Xian Yuran was unable to resist the attacking force. His legs softened and he knelt directly on the ground. With his shoulders against his arms, he was barely able to be blasted out.

Qiao Ye looked down at Xian Yuran and said, "I just got serious, so you can't do it anymore?"

Xian Yuran's handsome face was completely distorted at this moment. With such a noble identity, how could he ever kneel before anyone.

Xian Yuran felt a deep humiliation, and even more angry, hysterically shouted: "I want to kill you, I must kill you!"

As Xian Yuran spoke, his body was full of light, and a surging vitality suddenly burst out from Xian Yuran's body.

"Martial soul!" Xian Yuran shouted angrily, "Blood-stained thorns!"

Earth Ming-level eighth-grade martial spirit, blood-stained thorns!

Boom, boom, boom!

The surrounding ground trembled violently again, and along with the trembling of the ground, cracks appeared one after another, appearing crisscrossed around the two of them.

The next moment, from the cracks in the ground, blood-colored thorns and vines continued to drill out, each of which was more than ten meters long and covered with ferocious spikes. Joe Ye stabbed in the direction.

Qiao Ye immediately jumped towards the back, and two thorn vines crossed in front of Qiao Ye, hitting the ground, smashing the ground.

Xian Yuran got up from the ground and shouted fiercely at Qiao Ye, "Kill me!"

Almost in an instant, a dozen blood-colored thorns and rattans rushed into the air at the same time, swaying from side to side, and then like living creatures, they came from all directions and hit Qiao Ye directly.

"call!"

Qiao Ye opened his mouth, and two strands of black smoke floated away from the corner of his mouth. Behind Qiao Ye, the black smoke condensed into a huge black cloak, which flew with the wind!

At the moment when the thorns and vines fell, Qiao Ye grabbed the black cloak and swept forward.

The black cloak was like a sharp blade, and after swept forward, it directly cut off the dozen or so thorns and vines!

but……

Useless!

Those thorns and vines kept surging, and where they were cut off, they soon grew again and continued to fall in the direction of Qiao Ye.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sound of the earth crumbling sounded continuously, and a large piece of sand and dust flew into the air, covering the four fields.

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