Although Song Xiaoxing used the spirit rune, a protective light appeared, protecting everyone, and the protective light would also emit Dao sword qi, these sword qi were extremely powerful and could cause great damage to the remnant soul.

But Song Xiaoxing's complexion did not become happy because of this, but became more and more ugly.

Because, he ignored the fact that there were too many remnant souls, and the sword qi emitted from the protective light slashed ten remnant souls, and hundreds of remnant souls immediately pounced.

This...... It's not a good kill!

Moreover, what he was most worried about was that the power on the protective light was limited, and if he continued to kill like this, he was afraid that it would not be enough to break through at all.

"Let's shoot together! This protective light, the remnant soul can't enter, but we can control the flying sword to go out and kill all the remnant souls that are close!"

Song Xiaoxing was silent for a moment, and immediately said, at present, there is only such a way to reduce the consumption of protective light as much as possible.

Hearing this, all the martial artists immediately turned on the True Yuan, controlled the flying sword, flew out of the protective light, and began to slash the remnant soul.

Remote-controlled flying swords to kill the enemy are extremely draining, and the powerhouses of the martial arts realm generally rarely use it, but at this time, they have no way at all.

Soon, a large number of remnant souls died tragically under the swords of Song Xiaoxing and others, but looking up, the remnant souls were still endless.

Yang Tian walked out of the army of remnant souls, and when he saw this scene, he was a little unbearable, but as soon as he thought of what the disciples of the Flying Sword Sect had done, as well as the situation when Song Xiaoxing was chasing and killing him, he suddenly let go of his unbearable and looked at it coldly.

Song Xiaoxing's background exceeded his expectations, but what can this be?

With so many remnant souls, there will always be a moment when the power of the protective light is exhausted, and when the time comes, what can you do?

"Senior Brother Song, let's go on like this, it's not a way!" After killing for a long time, one of the martial artists spoke.

Song Xiaoxing frowned, why didn't he see it? There are too many remnant souls, I'm afraid that these martial artists who follow him will have to be explained here.

However, after all, they are all his followers, and he is not willing to give up so easily.

"Damn! Huo Ziyan, it's all your fault!" Song Xiaoxing scolded in his heart.

Time passed, and the protective light transformed by the spirit rune gradually dimmed, and seeing that it continued like this, it would definitely not last for ten breaths.

The disciples of the Flying Sword Sect all looked miserable, and even a few of them seemed to know that they were going to die, and there was a trace of resentment in their eyes when they looked at Song Xiaoxing.

If it weren't for Song Xiaoxing, how could they have stepped into this meteorite land? How could they have broken into the depths of the meteorite land and encountered so many remnant souls?

Yang Tian stood in the distance, he didn't make a move, recuperating his strength, in his opinion, the disciples of the Flying Sword Sect were slightly stronger than the disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect, at least in the moment of crisis, they had not done anything to abandon their companions.

However, just after more than ten breaths, the protective light suddenly shattered, and at the moment of shattering, several warriors flew out directly with blood.

What is amazing is that the companions around them suddenly attacked at the moment of shattering.

Even Song Xiaoxing, at this time, pierced a follower with a sword, throwing out his corpse, and soon, all the remnant souls rushed towards those martial artists who were spurting blood.

Song Xiaoxing, as well as a few followers, looked at each other, and they all saw each other's dodging intentions, after all, betraying their companions is not a glorious thing.

"Let's go!"

Song Xiaoxing put away the pity in his heart and wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to escape.

He and the few followers around him, the long sword in their hands, wielded it impenetrable, and all the remnant souls that pounced on him collapsed one after another under the light of their swords.

Yang Tian stood in the distance, unmoved, a large number of remnant souls can consume the strength of the other party, why not?

Soon, Song Xiaoxing led the remaining followers to attack more than thirty miles, and at this time, the martial artists who were still following behind him were reduced a little, and there were only three left.

Now, there are only four warriors who survive.

Behind them, more remnants pounced.

Song Xiaoxing's face was pale, his eyes showed fear, he glanced at the three of them, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I want to live!"

When his words came out, Song Xiaoxing's body suddenly emitted a powerful aura, this aura, earth-shattering, seemed to have surpassed the cultivation of the martial arts realm ninefold, and at the same time, an illusory sword shadow drilled out of his body, this sword shadow was far more powerful than when it was summoned before.

"Your Sword Soul ......"

When Song Xiaoxing summoned the Sword Soul, one of his followers was immediately shocked, as if he had thought of something terrible.

"That's right, my sword soul belongs to the inheritance martial soul, inherited from the ancestors, and its power is not something I can control!" As he spoke, the light on the sword soul flashed, and the three followers in front of him immediately spurted blood and fell down unwillingly.

The remnant soul that pounced on him smelled the strong smell of blood, and he became even more crazy.

Immediately, Song Xiaoxing didn't look at the three people who fell, but stepped on the sword soul and broke through the air.

At the moment of flying, countless sword shadows were scattered on the sword soul, wrapping Song Xiaoxing, and from a distance, it seemed to be a hedgehog.

Wherever Song Xiaoxing passed, there were suddenly many remnant souls, appearing from the air, and grabbing them, but before the illusory big hand fell, it was shattered by the scattered sword shadows.

After just a few breaths, Song Xiaoxing's figure was gone.

"That sword soul turned out to be Song Xiaoxing's martial soul, and it was also a martial soul inherited from his ancestors!" Yang Tian's eyes flashed, and he knew more about martial souls.

In the Great Wilderness World, there are many martial artists who will awaken the power of the bloodline, and when the bloodline concentration is enough, the martial soul can be condensed.

But there are also some martial artists who can directly inherit the martial soul, and this kind of martial soul belongs to the inheritance of the martial soul.

There are two kinds of martial souls, it is impossible to say who is good and who is bad, but after all, the inheritance of martial souls is much rarer, and it is difficult to keep your martial soul intact.

After a while, the three martial artists who fell to the ground had turned into white bones, and all the martial spirits were suddenly confused, no longer advancing, but wandering at will.

Yang Tian glanced at it, at this time, if he led the remnant soul to chase after him, it would be too time-consuming.

Walked over gently, put away all the things that the three of them had fallen, and along the way, more than 20 martial artists, all of whom were devoured by the remnant souls, the things left behind fell into Yang Tian's black ring.

"Huo Ziyan, Song Xiaoxing, at this time, there must not be much true yuan in your body, right?" Yang Tian looked up into the distance, the light in his eyes flickering.

"So, now start the hunting plan, I want your dog's life!"

(End of chapter)