Yang Fan secretly thought, no wonder Zhao Youjing didn't leave a bamboo flute, she thought she just loved the sound rhythm, but she didn't want this sound soul killing technique to be her combat method.

Yang Fan thought again, this Zhao Youjing's sound soul killing technique was a step higher than that Liu Yang. Liu Yang just relied on absorbing air and attaching his soul power to his voice to accumulate a roar, which suddenly caused a powerful impact. But Zhao Youjing skillfully controls the soul power, so that the soul power and music are magically combined to form a real technique!

Such a means can indeed be achieved only by shaping the body in the ninth layer.

As soon as this song sounded, more than a dozen goblins holding spears appeared in the sky, and they were already running towards Yang Fan one after another at this time.

Yang Fan concentrated on the battle, and the divine finger sword was two-pronged. The most he usually uses when cultivating the realm is the Divine Finger Sword, and now he has practiced the Divine Finger Sword to the point of great success, plus the Divine Finger Sword is not very physically consuming, he has a quick eye and a quick hand, and releases a corresponding amount of sword qi in a row, scattering all those rushing goblins.

Yang Fan clapped his hands, the more he fought, the more excited he became, and said, "Miss, come on." ”

Zhao Youjing smiled lightly and said, "Just now it was a song "Xiaoyu Broken Intestine Building", which was given to you to warm you up." Now I'll give you another song "Heavy Rain Broken Soul Street", I'm afraid it won't be able to cope with it with the Divine Finger Sword. ”

Zhao Youjing played the music again, and as soon as the song sounded this time, Zhao Youjing's whole temperament was completely deformed. It's no longer a fairy, but the banshee queen who is surrounded by ten thousand demons.

Waves of pale golden light burst out from his body, and wisps of soul power floated out of the bamboo flute at a speed ten times faster than before, turning into goblins the size of a head. Halfway through this song, hundreds of goblins were already stabbing at Yang Fan with spears in their hands.

Indeed, as Zhao Youjing said, unless Yang Fan can release ten sword qi at once, he can't cope with it by relying on the Divine Finger Sword.

Seeing this, Zhao Cheng sighed: "I said, Youjing is a genius in creating soul arts, and her clever combination of music and soul power is perfect." Although her sound soul killing technique does not reflect its high lethality for the time being, the odds of defeating opponents of the same level are already extremely high. And Yang Fan's cultivation is one level lower than her, and the more she is not an opponent. ”

Zhao Tie nodded, and said with envy and jealousy: "I really envy me." The juniors are all good, and they have their own strengths. Only my family is invincible, and there is only one mediocre. ”

Seeing this scene, Yang Shu didn't say anything, just silently watched the competition. He suddenly had a feeling in his heart that Yang Fan was not so easy to lose the competition.

Yang Fan couldn't hear the discussion of others, and although his expression was not panicked, it was already extremely solemn.

He resolutely gave up using the Divine Finger Sword to defend against the enemy, and hurriedly retreated, slapping his left palm on the willow tree beside him. His palm was attached to the soul power, and each palm fell on the trunk of the tree, and the branches and leaves on the tree shook and trembled, and the willow leaves fell one after another.

With a sweep of his right palm, he grabbed the fallen willow leaves in his hand, and then threw them at the rushing goblins, and suddenly the willow leaves covered with pale golden light scattered and rushed towards those goblins.

The willow leaves pierced the heart, and each willow leaf penetrated the hearts of every goblin, beating them back to their original shape, turning them into scattered soul power, dissipating into the air.

The number of willow leaves was not enough, so Yang Fan hit the trunk of the tree with his left palm, and then used his right palm to add soul power to the willow leaves and threw them at the goblins.

This was repeated until Zhao Youjing finished playing a tune, and no goblin approached Yang Fan's ten steps.

Zhao Youjing's "Heavy Rain Broken Soul Street" was cracked by Yang Fan in this way!

Zhao Tie shouted: "This kind of control of soul power is the ninth level of body shaping!"

Zhao Cheng was stunned, and the people standing beside him clearly felt that the old man's body was trembling. Trembling with excitement, trembling with excitement.

Finally, Zhao Cheng also burst out and shouted: "Xiao Fan, you are simply a monster!"

"Yes......" Zhao Tiedao: "Two months ago, he only achieved a great body under our noses." Right now...... It's actually the ninth weight of the body! Monster, it's indeed a monster!"

Zhao Cheng said: "No wonder he is so confident and sure, it seems that we underestimate him again." ”

"Hmm!" Zhao Yin, who had been silent, also spoke: "Yang Fan's ability to control soul power is obviously not a day or two after entering the ninth level. You Jing's soul technique is very creative, how can Yang Fan be bad? A person who has just entered the ninth level is already rare to use his soul power to drive the stone, and he actually uses his soul power to drive Liu Ye! What a talent. There is quiet, I'm afraid there will be difficulties. ”

After speaking, Zhao Yin turned his head and his gaze fell on Yang Shu's face.

In his heart, he began to speculate about the identities of Yang Shu and Yang Fan again.

What is the origin of these brothers?

Compared with the shock of Zhao Cheng and others, Yang Shu seemed calm and silent.

The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and he said in his heart: "Xiaofan, you really surprised me again, what is an exaggeration from you." ”

After receiving two songs from Zhao Youjing in a row, Yang Fan was no longer passively beaten, but began to take the initiative to attack, saying, "Miss, it's my turn now!"

The palms rubbed together in the air, as if they were holding a ball between their palms. Soon, a pale golden glow appeared in his palm, and this light quickly increased to the size of his head. Yang Fan tucked his palms to his waist and pushed them forward.

It's the "Soul Wave"!

Looking at this round-sized soul qi wave galloping towards Zhao Youjing, Zhao Tiedao: "This kid, I still blessed the soul qi wave with the dragon soul seal." ”

"Soul Qi Wave" is a powerful attack soul technique, and now it is blessed by Yang Fan, Zhao Youjing feels a huge pressure, but her face does not change at all, and her eyes are even more resolute.

A tune came out of her mouth again, but the tune was more intense than "Heavy Rain Broken Soul Street".

Countless goblins that had changed by soul power flew out of the bamboo flute, gathered in front of Zhao Youjing, and turned into a wall.

The soul qi wave hit this layer of wall, and the speed decreased, but it still approached Zhao Youjing.

The soul wave is like a blender, strangling the goblins one by one. When the wall is swept down by the soul qi wave, more goblins will fly out of the bamboo flute, forming a new layer of walls to resist the advance of the soul qi wave.

Zhao Youjing's sound soul killing technique had been converted into a defensive means, and it was absorbing Yang Fan's soul qi wave little by little.

But after all, Zhao Youjing didn't have the tenth weight of body shaping, and the soul power in her body that didn't produce soul power seeds couldn't keep up, and after Yang Fan's soul qi wave was consumed, she couldn't make ends meet.

And at this moment, Yang Fan had already appeared in front of her, and a set of phantom palms came over.

Hundreds of palm shadows, all of which have soul power attached.

Zhao Youjing's expression finally appeared frightened, and at the foot of her feet, two pale golden lotus flowers suddenly appeared under her feet, holding her whole person up.

It is Zhao Yin's best three-star soul technique "Lotus under the Feet"!

The two lotus flowers bloomed with bright light, and suddenly moved, dragging out two long tails of light, taking Zhao Youjing's body away.

Yang Fan's phantom palm was empty, but he didn't give up this excellent opportunity, turned his fingers into a sword, and pressed Zhao Youjing tightly.

At this time, Zhao Youjing's voice sounded.

"I throw in the towel!"