Chapter 162 Teacher, save me! (First update, please subscribe!)
Together with a skeleton martial soul soul master that exploded from the ground, the five fallen soul masters killed countless people, but they had never seen a scene like today.
Is this the ultimate genius?
Their pupils shrank instantly, and they saw in horror that Fang Ling made a huge pirouette, and the sickle seemed to be dancing, drawing several magical purple stars in the air, accurately blocking attacks from all parties.
"Ah, can this be blocked? There are eyes on the back, right?"
"How is it possible that someone can do this?"
The soul power was greatly consumed, and the powerful spell-breaking energy consumed all long-range soul skills under the swing of the sickle blade, and also blocked the blood energy and resentful spirits invading from the opponent.
However, there were so many people fighting at the same time, and the long-handled war scythe was also trembling violently. The tenacity of up to Level 7 was somewhat unable to withstand it, and it creaked instantly.
The sickle blade trembled, and the handle became bent almost instantly.
The powerful force made him and Zhuqing fly away without any resistance.
Fang Ling endured most of the force, and a mouthful of blood burst out of his mouth in an instant.
He swallowed it forcefully and spun around in the air before landing on the ground again.
This was a sure-fire situation where six people were ambushing and killing him, but he still managed to temporarily escape with Zhuqing!
But this is not the end.
The five people did not hesitate and chased after Fang Ling the moment he escaped.
The ten-thousand-year soul ring of the Soul Emperor, ranked sixth in the Ten Thousand Soul Banners, shone brightly, and a black wind blew instantly on the street.
In an instant, countless resentful souls howled, rolled up a long dragon of evil black energy, and aimed at Fang Ling and fired it.
The previous aura could still be broken with the warrior's will, but this mental attack from the resentful soul could not. Fang Ling might be able to resist it, but Zhuqing could not.
The bloodthirsty werewolf with scarlet eyes began to be entangled in the wind, and he rushed forward.
Fang Ling finally saw the background of this werewolf soul king. The martial soul was the Wind Demon Wolf, and the human was a hybrid of the Wind Demon Wolf and a human.
The Fat Fatty Hateful Soul King was bouncing over.
He weighs at least five to six hundred kilograms thanks to the fat transplanted from somewhere on his body.
The fourth and fifth soul rings on his body lit up one after another, and the fat instantly became elastic. He jumped more than ten meters high, weighing at least five or six hundred kilograms, and fell down like a mountain.
Emerging from the ground, the martial soul was the soul king of the skeleton. The fifth purple soul ring exploded, causing all the bones in his body to emit a cold white light.
The sound of "whoosh" was heard along with an explosion, and thousands of bone blades were fired at Fang Ling and Zhu Zhuqing who had just stood firm.
The Blood Demon Soul Emperor moved relatively slowly. The fifth soul ring on his body lit up with black light, and as the magic lines shone, a long whip made of stinky blood that had turned from bright red to deep black was whipped towards Fang Ling from a distance.
The flying tip of the whip almost caused a sonic boom.
This is really unstoppable.
Even Fang Ling, faced with the siege of the remaining five people using their ten thousand-year soul skills, couldn't even think of taking them all if he used breaking techniques.
Dugu Bo, who was hanging far behind, was very calm, he was still waiting.
Fang Ling told him not to take action unless absolutely necessary.
If there is a big fish, if Dugu Bo, a titled Douluo, takes action rashly, he will be frightened away.
Now being surrounded and killed, it seems that the situation is critical, but in fact it is still under control.
Faced with so many soul skills that could not be blocked, Fang Ling did not even think about blocking. The only way to avoid this kind of attack was to avoid it.
But he couldn't hide alone, so he seemed to have given up resistance and hugged Zhuqing tightly, who was already possessed by the martial spirit.
"Give up? Do you want to be a mandarin duck with the same fate?"
The secretly hiding logistics soul master just had this idea in his mind, and suddenly realized something: "No, martial soul fusion skill!"
So that's the case, no wonder Fang Ling wants to offend the Xingluo royal family and also want to rob people. This is a martial soul fusion skill!
It's just that how could a member of the Xingluo Zhu family have a martial soul fusion skill with an outsider?
Shouldn't he form the Netherworld White Tiger with the Dai family?
No matter how hard they tried to explain it, the martial soul fusion skill was almost complete.
A deep gray light lit up from Fang Ling and Zhu Zhuqing.
This is a strange light, extremely pure and extremely clear.
There was no gray mist, it was just the leakage of power that could not be perfectly controlled when using martial soul fusion.
The narcissus jade muscles and bones increased the degree of fusion between the two. Under the burst of brilliance, a gray-robed figure appeared in everyone's eyes with just a flash.
The pale hand held a crescent-shaped, huge, gray matte battle scythe.
There is a deep meaning of death on the sickle blade.
Even if the five people who attacked were all fallen soul masters who had killed countless people, they were full of murderous intent at this moment, and they could still feel a biting chill coming from the origin of life.
The appearance of this sense of death had a particularly great impact on the Soul Emperor of the Ten Thousand Soul Banners. The long black energy dragons instantly dispersed, and countless resentful souls struggled to escape, refusing to come close to him no matter what.
Of course Fang Ling saw this scene. The ultimate death restrained the resentful soul. This person was no longer important. He ignored him and disappeared suddenly.
While dodging the attack, he flashed behind the Blood Demon Soul Emperor in an instant.
Born with a thirst for blood, his body is covered with demonic patterns. This kind of martial spirit is unknown to Fang Ling. He is called a blood demon based on the thick smell of blood.
But having more blood means that the Blood Demon Soul Emperor has extremely strong vitality.
And this happens to be extremely restrained by the power of death, which is even more brutal than what it restrains normal people.
The Blood Demon Soul Emperor noticed the shadow behind him, his sixth soul ring shone, and his body lit up with an even more dazzling bright red blood light. His skin broke and he breathed, and countless blood spurted out from the body surface, almost as if it was going to explode.
He rushed forward and tried to turn around, but the long death scythe cut down mercilessly.
The ultimate death attribute derived from the high power of death reduced all resistance of the blood demon.
The bright red blood light was broken instantly, the power of death shone, the thick arm was broken directly, and a human head fell to the ground in an instant.
Blood Demon Soul Emperor, die!
Fang Ling can now swing four swords. After killing the blood demon and absorbing the effect of Level 2, his soul power has recovered a lot.
Because there were very few injuries, the recovery of the meridians of the left calf and left foot was not judged as injuries. He even thought that this specialty was only useful in the killing city, but unexpectedly it had a big impact on the release of the martial soul fusion skill Shadow Death Scythe. use.
Werewolf Soul King, die!
Skeleton Soul King, die!
Hated Soul King, die!
"Even if the meridians have not recovered, with Zhuqing in one hand, I, Fang Ling, can still be invincible in the world!"
He felt a little proud.
The Shadow Death Scythe shuttles through the void, bringing deep death to people.
Still having the soul power of two swords, Fang Ling shuttled behind the Soul Emperor of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner who was about to escape. Just as he was about to chop it down, an alarm signal suddenly appeared, and a rotten flesh hand that was still leaking pus was poked out of the void.
Eight soul rings, Contra!
How could there be such a powerful fallen soul master?
What to eat at Wuhun Palace?
Fang Ling was horrified. The rotating knife and the palm slit his palm from the side, imbuing him with the ultimate power of death, and then he jumped away in the air.
Fortunately, the Shadow Death Scythe was so elusive that he was not caught.
After jumping twice in a row, leaving the last bit of soul power, Fang Ling shouted: "Teacher, save me!"
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