Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 233

Yan Shizheng is rushing towards Qiao Ye, or in other words, he has almost rushed to Qiao Ye.

But at this moment, Yan Shizheng felt a trace of inexplicable fear hit his heart, but stopped abruptly instead of walking through the black smoke!

At the moment when Yan Shizheng retreated...

The black smoke was as sharp as a knife, and when it swept toward the surroundings, the ring was like being chopped by a knife and an axe, and large cracks appeared, which looked shocking.

Yan Shizheng's forehead was also dripping with cold sweat. If it wasn't for the perception of danger that made him stop in time, Yan Shizheng felt that he might have gotten cold now. In , he was absolutely cut into a pile of corpses.

On the other side, entering the martial spirit state, Qiao Ye directly stretched out his hand, raised a black halberd from the black smoke, and waved it hard towards the front, the black smoke that surrounded Qiao Ye immediately surged like a wave, moving towards It flew out in front.

"Defend!"

Yan Shizheng let out a low voice, the "speed" character spell in the Liuru talisman dimmed again, and instead the "defense" character spell began to flicker.

Dang, Dang, Dang!

In the next instant, black smoke surged from all around Yan Shizheng, and when it touched Yan Shizheng's body, a crisp metal symphony sounded immediately, like a sharp blade cutting iron.

Yan Shizheng said fiercely: "You want to kill me just because of you? Are you worthy!"

When Yan Shizheng was talking, the Liuru spell was switched again, this time it became a bouncing spell.

boom!

Yan Shizheng slammed one foot on the ground, and then the whole person rushed out into the air.

Since it is impossible to attack from all around Qiao Ye, then from the air!

Qiao Ye looked up and smiled: "It's the same from above!"

Qiao Ye stretched out his finger and hooked, and then, in front of Qiao Ye, as if something suddenly exploded, there was a loud noise, and the surrounding black smoke rushed in quickly. After gathering in front of Qiao Ye, a sudden It rose from the ground and turned into a plume of smoke that shot straight into the sky.

Yan Shizheng gritted his teeth and shouted at Qiao Ye: "Do you really think I dare not take it hard!"

Yan Shizheng let out a low roar, switched the Liuru Talisman to defense again, and then fell directly from the air!

The rushing black smoke condensed and took shape, and quickly turned into a pitch-black magic dragon, with ferocious dragon claws and shining dragon scales, rushing towards Yan Shizheng with fangs and claws.

Boom!

In the sky, the falling Yan Shizheng collided with the magic dragon, making a loud noise.

A circle of invisible fluctuations pushed away all around, and the buildings around the arena trembled involuntarily.

"what!"

Yan Shizheng roared, and with a forceful tear with both hands, he actually tore apart the demon dragon formed by the condensed smoke, and then dived downward.

But at this moment...

boom!

Qiao Ye slammed on the ground and jumped out into the air.

Demon blood!

Black smoke lingered around, and a suit of armor covered Qiao Ye's body.

It was dark as night, with lion mouth guards on both sides of the shoulders, a dragon head on the top of the boots, and an unknown evil beast on the chest, with a **** mouth, looking extremely ferocious.

Qiao Ye reached out and grabbed the black spear in his palm.

The two met in the air and slashed forward vigorously. Yan Shizheng raised his fist and slammed it down.

Boom!

The sound of a violent collision sounded, and then, the pushing air wave knocked the two people down from the air.

Boom, boom!

Stepping on the ground, Qiao Ye and Yan Shizheng fell back to the ring at the same time. After smashing a piece of the ring, they rushed forward again.

Boom, boom, boom!

Qiao Ye kept dancing the halberd, and Yan Shizheng greeted him with both fists, colliding with the black halberd constantly.

The two collided continuously, and every hit would shake out violent fluctuations. Every time they stepped on, the ring would burst into pieces.

"You can't kill me!" Yan Shizheng roared: "If you can't break the Liuru Talisman, don't try to kill me!"

Boom!

Yan Shizheng roared angrily and punched out again, defending with the black halberd in Qiao Ye's hand again.

Qiao Ye narrowed his eyes and did not answer Yan Shizheng.

However, the Martial Spirit of the Heavenly Selection Rank is indeed no trivial matter. Yan Shizheng's Martial Spirit is obviously only Rank 8, but because it is of the Rank 7, it is completely at the level of the Rank 7 Martial Spirit, even infinitely close to the Rank 6.

At least, it was the first time Qiao Ye saw that someone could carry his own demons head on.

"Then..." Qiao Ye looked at Yan Shizheng and said, "As long as my martial spirit becomes stronger!"

Yan Shizheng said with a look of disdain: "How to become stronger? Blow it out by bragging..."

Yan Shizheng stopped halfway through his words, because...

Boom!

The ring under Qiao Ye's feet cracked again, and it exploded directly, forming a deep pit down, and the black smoke surged up and rushed towards the sky.

The area covered by the black smoke became larger, more metaphorical, and more manic.

Qiao Ye raised the black halberd and smashed it forward with force: "Netherworld Demon Realm!"

Almost in an instant, black smoke spread out towards the surroundings, covering a space, and then the shadows of the mountains appeared one by one, slowly taking shape, white human bones were everywhere, and huge black iron chains hung all over the stone mountains. , Skulls strung on chains, exuding a deep feeling.

If the world does not allow me, I will fall into the devil!

At the top of the stone mountain, ten bright red characters were written like blood, revealing a strange feeling.

"what!"

Qiao Ye opened his arms, raised his head and screamed!

Yan Shizheng's eyes stared at the boss, and a look of fear finally appeared on his face.

Qiao Ye's energy was still rising, and the power revealed by the martial spirit was extremely terrifying, and it actually became stronger again.

The next moment, Qiao Ye waved his halberd.

The ground in front suddenly burst, and a gust of wind blew towards the front. Yan Shizheng gritted his teeth and crossed his arms, bearing the constant impact of flying stones.

Yan Shizheng felt a severe pain!

This made Yan Shizheng extremely shocked!

In the defensive state of the Liuru Talisman, Yan Shizheng's body is like solid gold and iron, the sword is hard to hurt, let alone feels pain, and Yan Shizheng feels pain, which naturally means that it is different from the previous attack, Qiao Ye's attack this time was effective against Yan Shizheng.

After a while, the gravel fell to the ground, and the strong wind dissipated.

Qiao Ye slammed his halberd across, his eyes were blood red because of the congestion, he stared firmly at Yan Shizheng and said, "It's almost time for the outcome, let's see if I can kill you or you can kill me. !"

boom!

At the moment when the words fell, Qiao Ye stepped on the ground, and after smashing the ground, he forced Yan Shizheng again.

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