I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 105 Killing

The surging mana repaired Tu Shanjun's ghost body through the soul banner.

"Roar!"

Tu Shanjun roared, and the horns of his forehead grew slightly longer.

The loose crimson hair is hunting wildly.

Fasha merged into his body, and traces of scarlet lines appeared on his blue-black body.

The purple-black oval rough nails are fully grown into sharp shapes.

The seven-foot body was actually half a head taller, and the muscles in the body swelled, swimming and tightening tightly to hug the bones.

There was a touch of blood in the scarlet eyes.

The solemn green face is like a ghost.

This is the result of Wen Yue spitting out the blood essence containing his own background on the soul streamer.

Cui Guang spat out a mouthful of blood.

But the headless ghost body of the three tigers behind him did not fall down.

The blood from the head and neck completely melted into the ghost's hands, and the withered skin covered the body while sealing the scars on the neck.

The headless ghost came with a punch.

Cui Guang resisted with his sword in astonishment, and was thrown several feet away with a punch.

But these are innocuous minor wounds to him, only the penetrating wound on his chest is the most fatal.

The evil ghost in the later stage of Qi training took the opportunity to seriously injure him.

Whenever he breathed, he could feel severe pain, it was the wound that was tearing and bleeding.

He understood that one of his lungs must be broken, and now he can cough up the pieces of internal organs.

The headless ghost body gained momentum and quickly pressed forward.

The ghost hand punched Cui Guang's body that he wanted to move.

Tu Shanjun did not give him any chance to breathe, as long as Cui Guang can be dealt with, the rest are not his all-in-one enemies.

Cui Guang has been seriously injured, and Tu Shanjun is now stronger than he was in his heyday. The situation between the two seems to be reversed again.

It's just that what Tu Shanjun is most worried about is whether Wen Yue will run out of life and die before he kills Cui Guang.

Judging from the state just now, Wen Yue has at least spit out the foundation of life span of 30 years.

"kill!"

Tu Shanjun shouted angrily, dived down, and got closer.

The boxing technique is powerful, and the fist as big as a casserole is like a violent storm. Cui Guang cannot avoid it at all.

Bang bang.

When Cui Guang was staggering, Tu Shanjun grabbed Cui Guang's hair, clenched his fist and slammed it on his face.

Punch after punch.

Powerful and heavy but fast and fierce, stable as a pile.

Cui Guangpi, who was punched by ghost hands, was torn apart and bloody.

Tu Shanjun's fists dissipated the baleful energy, and also wore away his own flesh and blood condensed with the baleful energy.

He must do his best to deal with the monks in the late stage of Qi training.

Even though the opponent now looks like he has been completely stepped into the quagmire and cannot struggle to get out.

"Ho...ho"

Cui Guang unconsciously spat out blood mixed with fragments of teeth.

He felt that his strength was draining, and the mana in his body was consumed very quickly.

Between life and death, he didn't feel the great terror, but he felt that his body was so heavy that it made people want to have a good sleep.

He can't die yet, the lives of his juniors are all on his shoulders.

If he died like this, the juniors would definitely be killed by the evil spirits.

The sound was getting closer, getting closer.

"I want, take them."

"go back."

Cui Guang thought so, opened his eyes suddenly, and spit out a mouthful of blood that covered his face.

"Reverse Blast Blood Technique."

The blood in the body suddenly vaporized from the liquid state, intertwined with the mana in the body.

His broken body was driven again.

"kill."

Cui Guang roared.

Who in this world has never broken their responsibilities and promises.

Who can easily give up their own lives?

The same is true for Tu Shanjun, he cannot be defeated.

Even if he knew he was invincible, he still had to do his best.

"kill!"

One person and one ghost, regardless of their own injuries, Cui Guang's long sword slashed at Tu Shanjun's body, and Tu Shanjun's fist landed precisely on Cui Guang's head.

Red and black blood pooled on the ground.

Now Wen Yue no longer thinks about other things at all, even if he dies here today, these four people will die with him.

There are three hundred evil spirits standing in the soul banner, turning into an army formation and rushing to kill them.

Lin Hui took the red boiling blood pill, consuming pieces of spirit stones, thinking that he would be able to get rid of the entanglement of Zhu Lin and the white-faced evil ghost, but unexpectedly, he was surrounded by more ghost soldiers in a blink of an eye.

Wanting to break free from the siege, I found myself sinking deeper and deeper.

Brother Compass took out the Nawu Talisman and swallowed the healing elixir. His mana and physical strength had recovered by [-]%.

Now is not the time to be upset about failure, he should kill the white-haired demon cultivator.

Wen Yue got up holding the soul flag, his devastated body glowed with abnormal vitality under the urging of Fasha.

And the abnormal fifth level of Qi training.

"Pay for my junior brother's life." Brother Compass leaped forward, his blood-soaked and trembling hands barely forming seals.

"die."

"boom."

The long sword was swept across by the soul flag, and then the soul flag smashed on the head of the compass monk.

The material of the top-grade magic weapon is already extraordinary, let alone smashed it solidly.

Brother Compass's eyes suddenly became bloodshot, and his black and white eyes were completely soaked in blood. His body fell to the ground stiffly, his body twitched, the side of his head sank, and the ground beneath him was stained red with blood.

Without the urging of mana, the magic weapon long sword fell to the ground.

One more person died, and the pressure in the arena was completely transferred to Lin Hui who had taken the Boiling Blood Pill.

He took two steps back in fright, his eyes full of disbelief.

They came here full of confidence, and even used Wen Yue's father-in-law as a bait to set up a conspiracy to lure Wen Yue to come.

Even monks in the late stage of Qi training should die here.

But they were wrong.

Wen Yue was not a monk in the late stage of Qi training, but two juniors who died here.

Now Senior Brother Cui has burned his own life.

Lin Hui was very scared.

He doesn't want to die.

So he turned and ran.

He only had panic and survival thoughts in his mind, and even lost one of his shoes.

Before the small formation, Lin Hui swung his sword and slashed the small formation.

This is a small and shallow formation that confuses mortals and blocks the battlefield. It cannot be called subtle at all.

He was running ahead, and the evil spirits were chasing him behind him.

However, a tall figure blocked in front of him.

Lin Hui looked up.

Just as he saw the scarlet eyes of the evil spirit looking down at him, the violent aura spread over his face, his body was bloody, not a single piece of good flesh could be seen, and one horn of his forehead was broken, and his frantic red hair was knotted due to the blood.

But this ghost's eyes are so bright.

Inexplicably terrifying.

Looking at the evil ghost's hands, Lin Hui couldn't help but widen his eyes, and shouted in despair: "Senior Brother Cui!"

Tu Shanjun grabbed Cui Guang's head and dragged Cui Guang's broken body.

Cui Guang had been exhaling more air than inhaling, perhaps because he heard his junior brother's shout, he forced his eyes that had been swollen into meat balls to look at Lin Hui, and said, "run away."

Lin Hui took a few steps back. He couldn't believe that the senior brother who had always been so strong in his heart would be held in the hands of the evil spirit and dragged forward like a rag.

Tu Shanjun repeated Cui Guang's words: "None of you can leave today."

"I'll fight you." Lin Hui roared angrily.

Bang.

He hit the front door with a punch, grabbed Lin Hui's neck with a claw, and lifted him into the air.

A bang.

Tu Shanjun grabbed Lin Hui's spine directly, and the lifeless corpse slumped limply, like a wrung-out towel resting on Tu Shanjun's hands.

The living soul was also captured by Tu Shanjun.

(End of this chapter)