Cannon fodder's counterattack

it is good!

Ah Huan agreed to him!

A bright light immediately appeared in Han Lu's eyes, but as soon as the smile on his face rose, he once again felt the violent impact of the soul suppressed in the depths of his mind.

His excitement was instantly destroyed, his face darkened, he raised his hand and threw the Meteor God Pill into his mouth.

"Oh, now that I'm out, there's no chance of you controlling my body anymore!"

The moment the elixir slipped into his throat, he untied the shackles on his soul. Han Ziqi ran out shouting and sneered: "Hahaha, Han Lu, I didn't expect you to practice the Soul Confinement Technique!"

"This is a sorcery. If your friends or fellow apprentices find out about it, do you think they will kill you?"

"Aren't we allowed to use evil magic to deal with people like you?"

Han Lu sneered contemptuously and reminded him, "Besides, I not only know the art of soul confinement, but I also know the art of soul refining."

Soul refining!

"What are you going to do?!"

Han Ziqi noticed the sudden stinging pain on his soul, screamed in surprise, and quickly activated the soul-prisoning seal.

pain!

Han Lu's eyes flashed, and he immediately felt the absolute suppression coming from the depths of his soul. He snorted coldly and quickly activated the power of the Meteor God Pill.

The mind sinks into the mind.

Countless rays of dark light quickly rushed into his mind, surrounding Han Ziqi's soul.

In his mind, Han Ziqi's soul immediately transformed into a figure the size of a child's fist. Between the villain's eyebrows, a mysterious seal flashed with spiritual light, trying to break through the siege of dark light and attack Han Lu, who had also transformed into himself. 's soul.

Han Lu carefully hid in the corner of his mind, desperately resisting the absolute suppression of the Soul Prisoner Seal, while controlling the Meteor God Pill to slowly impact the Soul Prisoner Seal on Han Zi's abandoned soul.

Injuring the enemy one thousand and self-injuring eight hundred!

This tug-of-war only depends on who can persist longer, who will win the final victory.

Han Lu's whole body was soaked with cold sweat, his romantic peach blossom eyes were tightly closed, veins popped out on his forehead, and his handsome face was hidden in the dark and gloomy light, looking ferocious and terrifying.

Suddenly, his thin lips pursed into a straight line and gently raised into a sinister smile. He raised his hands slightly and formed a complicated spiritual seal weakly and with difficulty.

In an instant, a red-gold spiritual light shot out from the spiritual seal and rushed into his eyebrows.

Suddenly, the sitting body began to tremble violently.

"Come out...come out!"

He shouted sharply, and grabbed the center of his eyebrows with his right palm. An illusory figure burst out of his body in an instant and was thrown to one side by him.

"puff!"

Forcibly breaking away from the suppression of the prison soul mark still caused some damage to his soul, but it can be treated, so he has nothing to fear.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Han Ziqi, whose figure was becoming more and more unreal, and sneered disdainfully, "In the end, you still fell into my hands, why bother struggling."

"Oh, why are you struggling so hard?"

Han Ziqi lowered his eyebrows, turned around suddenly, grabbed Han Lu's collar, and stared at him with unwillingness and despair in his eyes, "Because I'm not willing to give in!"

He roared angrily, "I won't give in!"

"Why? We are the same person. Why can you live openly in the sun, with the protection of a powerful master family, and the love and support of your fellow apprentices? You can still... and you can pursue proudly and wantonly. Someone you like."

"But what about me? I live in this dark demonic world. For the first fifteen years, I had to endure the torture of my soul day and night. Do you know the pain of having your soul ripped into two halves?"

"You do not know!"

He threw Han Lu to the side, gave a wry smile, then slowly stretched his arms around his knees, buried his head deeply, and said desperately: "Do you think I want to struggle? I have no way out, no way out. Got it!"

The words fell quietly, and the place fell into silence.

Han Lu remained silent and just watched him vent.

After a moment, he glanced at the increasingly dense black air in the center of the giant formation, his eyes serious.

It's almost midnight, there's no time!

He flipped his palm and summoned the Fusheng Sword, "There is still another way, it depends on whether you can take it or not!"

Hearing this, Han Ziqi, who had lost hope of survival, was stunned for a moment. He looked up and saw nothing strange on his expressionless face.

"What do you want to say?"

"I said, I can also practice soul refining!" Han Lu looked directly at him with unwavering eyes, his eyes were calm, without sympathy or pity.

Soul refining?

Han Ziqi narrowed his eyes slightly and involuntarily looked at the Fusheng Sword suspended in mid-air, and an idea flashed in his mind.

"You're thinking......"

"Sword Spirit!" Han Lu interrupted him directly, "There is no time. I will only give you a chance to think about it. After one breath, if you are willing, I will refine you into the sword spirit of Fusheng Sword. If you are not willing, I will refine you into the sword spirit of Fusheng Sword." …I’ll just blow you away.”

"There will never be another person like Han Ziqi in the world!"

There is no such person as Han Ziqi!

Why!

Han Ziqi subconsciously clenched his fists and blurted out, "Practice!"

Hearing this, Han Lu raised his eyebrows, and a smile quietly appeared in his eyes, but he suppressed it instantly.

He casually made a magic formula, pointed forward, and the Fusheng Sword flew out and stopped on Han Ziqi's head.

But just as he was about to use the Soul Refining Technique, a voice sounded.

"and many more!"

He frowned and glanced at Han Ziqi.

Regret?

Han Ziqi met his questioning gaze, hesitated for a moment, coughed slightly in embarrassment, and asked, "Why did you help me?"

"I'm not helping you." Han Lu said sarcastically: "You have tried to kill me many times, and you still want me to help you?"

"It's just a responsibility!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly formed a spiritual seal, and immediately, countless golden spiritual lights surged toward Han Ziqi's illusory figure.

responsibility?

Han Ziqi snorted coldly, and just as he was about to retort, he saw a flash of light coming towards him.

Dog man, don’t leave any chance to prepare!

He cursed secretly, quickly closed his eyes and concentrated, guarding his soul, waiting for the familiar pain to hit.

But...it doesn't hurt? !

He opened his eyes in confusion, looked at Han Lu who was facing him with a solemn expression, raised his eyebrows, and there was a smile in his eyes that he was not even aware of.

Han Lu noticed Han Ziqi's gaze, and his eyes moved from Fushengjian to him luxuriously, and saw him leaning his chin leisurely, looking at him proudly.

Fault!

He rolled his eyes, turned his spiritual seal, and the golden spiritual light surrounding Han Ziqi slowly dragged him towards the Fusheng Sword.

Han Ziqi's illusory shadow gradually disappeared into the Fusheng Sword. The moment he completely overlapped with the Fusheng Sword, a bright light suddenly flashed on the sword.

A sharp golden sword light shot into the sky.