The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

Mu Bai seemed to be breathing stagnantly, staring fixedly at the ten thousand thunder arrows shot from the sky, his back felt cold, this was the full blow of a holy master!That power is enough to destroy half of the imperial city.

Tang Sheng let out a cold snort, and the sword spirit hovering above his head swelled dozens of times again, reaching a length of nearly 500 meters, and flew directly towards the thousands of lightning arrow spirits.

boom -

A series of dense explosions sounded, and the space seemed to be shattered by the impact of a powerful force, revealing countless terrifying twisted black holes.

blink of an eye.

Then I saw that the ten thousand lightning arrow souls were crushed by the green sword light, turned into countless fragments, and disappeared in mid-air.

"Pfft!"

The red-haired middle-aged man spat out a stream of dark red blood, and his face became extremely pale.

This strongest move, Ten Thousand Arrows Killing the God, poured all his soul power and mind power into it, and it was easily broken by Tang Sheng at this time, and he himself was also greatly affected, with serious internal injuries.

In the blink of an eye in the red-haired middle-aged man, a green light of death shot towards him, directly piercing his eyebrows.

The blood spurted violently, and the red-haired middle-aged man kept his eyes wide open. To the end of his life, he couldn't believe that with his strength, he would be instantly killed by someone.

"Anyone who commits an inch against me is asking for death, hehe."

The original smile returned to Tang Sheng's face, and with one big mouthful, he retracted his good fortune fighting spirit into his body.

Mu Bai looked at Tang Sheng's back with a shocked face, and felt his throat dry for a while, and quickly swallowed a stream of boiling water. He couldn't believe that Tang Sheng killed a holy master without any effort.

After Tang Sheng turned his head and glanced at Mu Bai, he suddenly stepped up to the red-haired middle-aged corpse, stretched out his right palm, and a swirling black vortex appeared in the palm of his hand, full of infinite suction, and suddenly the middle-aged A milky white light was sucked out of the body.

This light is about the size of a fist. It is a red-haired middle-aged fighting spirit. It seems to have consciousness. There is no chance of escape.

"It's not in vain to accept a middle-level saint-level fighting spirit." Tang Sheng narrowed his eyes and smiled, and suddenly a dark red gourd flew out of the sleeve of his right hand, and took away the fighting spirit in his hand. into the gourd.