Chapter 507: Seizing the Weapon
“What are you doing? Use soul skills!”
The flag-bearer said angrily.
However, the two shield-holders who were struggling to support did not even have the strength to refute, but they secretly cursed in their hearts:
"We are already using it, but this guy The palm of his hand is simply harder than steel, and the force of the shield's shock has been suppressed.
Also, why is Wuhun not very obedient in front of this person?"
The martial soul of the shield holder is called Xuan Yan Heavy Shield. In order to resist Quan Yi's huge power, they have used three soul skills in succession.
Repulsion, blazing heat, and impact force, three characteristics have been added to the shield. However, Quan Yi is like an iron wall, completely reflecting the effect of the soul skill.
Power is mutual. If you fail to influence the other party, you will suffer the backlash of power.
More importantly, they tried to take the martial spirit back into their bodies. When they were regrouping, their connection with the martial spirit was inexplicably interrupted for a moment, causing them to be unable to control the martial spirit according to their own wishes.
"Shoot an arrow!"
The flag bearer waved the flag, and despite the panic, he gave the order accurately.
Seeing Quan Yi appear in such a way, even though they were very frightened, the two archers instinctively launched the third soul skill, the spiral flame arrow.
The double bows were fully drawn again, but this time the arrows condensed on the bows were thicker than the last time, and the arrows were spinning rapidly.
The sound of a bow string breaking through the air sounded, and the spiral flame arrow turned into two red lights and shot toward Quan Yi.
The hot arrows have stronger penetrating power due to their rotation.
Different from the previous attack, this time it is a single-target attack skill.
Moreover, with the increase of auxiliary skills, even the Soul Sect does not dare to treat him casually.
Quan Yi's pupils shrank, and he locked the two arrows. Although they were faster than the gun wielder, they were still not as fast as Quan Yi.
He turned his body slightly to one side and made a movement that could just pass through the gap between the two arrows. However, as his body made slight adjustments, the rapidly flying arrows began to fly in response to his movements. made minor adjustments.
Skills locked.
This is a soul skill that can be tracked. While making a judgment, Quan Yi put his hands on the shield, like a vaulting horse in gymnastics, and turned his body forward.
In the air, he grabbed the upper edges of the two shields and swung the two giant shields.
"Sorry, lend me this shield for a moment."
When the bodies of the two shield-holders soared into the air following the shield, Quan Yi's voice could be faintly heard in their ears.
At the same time, the feeling of losing contact with Wuhun came again, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted by the feeling of weightlessness and the pain of falling to the ground.
Izumi and his team carried shields, each weighing about a thousand kilograms.
In Quan Yi's hands, the strong wind resistance that the broad shield was supposed to withstand seemed to have lost its effect, and he accurately hit the two spiral arrows at a speed slightly faster than the red arrows.
“Bang!”
The fire and metal collided together, instantly bursting into sparks all over the sky. The condensed fire element arrows were just like the molten iron used in the blacksmithing process. Patted back to themselves.
This sure-hit attack not only did not cause damage to Quan Yi, but instead allowed them to bear their own attack.
Izumi looked at the two shield-holders who were lying on their backs and were thrown heavily to the ground. He found that they had fainted due to the shock, and immediately passed through Mars and ran towards the two archers.
They collided with Mars, and the burning sensation and bright light forced them to close their eyes.
Quan raised the knife with one hand and knocked the two unsuspecting people unconscious.
The fire gradually extinguished, and the sword-bearing guards guarding the flag drew their swords forward. The swords were fierce and murderous, and the swordsmen's bravery was vividly displayed by them. The two swordsmen cooperated very well. One slashed vertically, the other slashed horizontally. The two swords burning with blazing fire completely cut off the space for Izumi to dodge.
However, when Izumi faced the light of the sword with both hands, the momentum of the fire blade stopped abruptly, and Izumi took the blade with his bare hands again.
The two swordsmen held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, but no matter how hard they exerted themselves or how hot the flames were, Quan Yi's four fingers holding the blade remained motionless.
They instantly understood why the shield-bearer knelt down in front of Izumi without any resistance.
Izumi turned his wrist, and the blade broke free from the hands of the two swordsmen in an instant. Izumi held the blade, used the handle as a blade, and slashed at their masters.
"No, the martial spirit must be taken back."
Although they had thoughts in their hearts, the reality was not what they expected. The martial spirit that was part of the body was not under their control at this moment.
"Boom, boom!"
The handle of the knife hit the neck, and the last two guards guarding the battle flag collapsed.
Just when everyone thought everything was over, a long shadow stood in front of Quan Yi.
The auxiliary system and control system soul master who was supposed to be protected hit Quan Yi in the head with his big flag.
The dark, thick metal flagpole looks longer, thicker and heavier than ordinary stick-type martial arts.
No wonder the flag bearer is so tall. To swing such a heavy object, you must have strong strength.
However, this is also in line with the characteristics of the flag-carrying soldiers in the army. The battle flag is the representative of the general. As long as the military flag is seen, the soldiers have the motivation to charge.
Therefore, flag-bearing soldiers require a combination of force, courage, and military skills. Now it seems that this auxiliary soul master, who is easily overlooked, is the core of this team.
Quan Yi smiled calmly, took advantage of the situation with the palm of his right hand, deflected the power of the heavy stick to his side, and then twisted the flagpole with force, causing the flag bearer to let go of his battle flag.
"The power is good, but without the blessing of soul skills, the offensive power of the flagpole cannot be fully exerted."
If the battle flag is developed in the direction of a strong attack system, it may be possible to The attack power of this martial spirit has been increased several times.
However, Quan Yi also agrees with the training method of Mars Academy.
Adding an attack spirit ring can only train the Zhanqi Martial Spirit into an ordinary attack-type spirit master. On the contrary, this is killing the potential of the Zhanqi Martial Spirit.
The War Flag Spirit can amplify thousands of people on the battlefield. The power of thousands of people gathered together is definitely stronger than amplifying himself.
Quan Yi looked at the tall red flag standing next to him, showing an unconcealed look of nostalgia.
The muscular flag-bearer looked at Quan Yi, whose physical fitness was even more exaggerated than his, with a look of horror in his eyes.
At an extremely close range, he deeply understood the 'ferocious beast' aura emanating from Quan Yi.
Although he has never seen a hundred thousand year soul beast, he feels that this is what it would feel like if a hundred thousand year soul beast stood in front of him.
The battle flag was taken away, and the boost in morale that made him so excited completely dissipated, and the suppressed fear once again crowded his mind, making him unable to move.
With such a strong sense of crisis, he didn't even realize that his martial soul had been 'taken' away by Quan Yi.
Quan Yi handed the flagpole to the flag bearer, smiled and asked: "The martial spirit is very good, what is your name?"
The flag bearer subconsciously replied: "My name is Zeng Gong”
(End of this chapter)