It is important to know that although the spirit of martial arts may seem unreal and light, it can serve as a vehicle of soul power and ability only if it reaches the state of martial arts. How can it be so fragile? Any martial arts spirit is a strong existence. The soul power condensed by the body and spirit is far greater than the flesh and blood monks of the body themselves, just like a warrior monk, their strength will be at least higher than the eight stars, but even so, in front of them, it is still like tofu, easy to break.

An action repels a person, and Xiao Wuyou immediately uses his body to persecute another soul.

"Don't use those fancy moves to enhance Soul Mode. At this time, Duan Ling's voice came from a distance.

Listening to Duan Ling's words, Wu Hun's master immediately blushed. He saw a yellow light on his arm like a giant of the earth, and it was blocking his chest.

"Ding!" The golden song sounded, and the soul of the earth giant was turned upside down. Except for a shallow sword mark on his arm, which was not split in half like the previous bull spirit.

To reach the realm of martial arts, it is not easy to kill a monk who wants to fight in the realm of martial arts unless the difference in strength is too great. After Little Friend detonates a chaotic battle body, although he can crush the Earth Giants, it will not be easy to deal with each other in one fell swoop.

Before Little Friendless's sword slashed into the soul of the cow, everyone was shocked. But when he saw that as long as he strengthened the soul mode, Xiao Wuwu couldn't be as strong as before. Thinking of this, he suddenly calmed down a lot. When he looked at Xiao Wuyou again, his eyes burned again.

"The warrior has only fifteen days. Even if you go to the heavens again, how can you compete with thirty warriors?"

This was the thought in people's minds at the time. After the mood stabilized, the monks controlled Wu Hun again and rushed towards Xiao Wuyou. However, this time they became very careful, and all the soul patterns were awakened.

Hear a wide variety of voices. Little oil-free is like a god of war. He had twenty-seven generals. He was even braver in the war. However, these 27 people are not ordinary people. As long as they cooperate with each other, they remain indestructible. With the exception of three of them, who were seriously injured for a period of time, the others were unharmed.

Because they were able to form a team of 30 people, they didn't want to kill Xiao Wuwu directly here, but to capture him again after exhausting his soul power. After all, in addition to rewards and fragments of divine tools, other opportunities still need to be separated from the living little friendless.

Duan Ling and the other two people watched the fierce battle with interest not far away. Despite their smiles, they had to sigh and say, "It's something unique." "It's true that Xiao Wuyou is not a fake name. One person monopolized 27 young military general brothers, and there were not many failures. For this, he is proud of himself. ”

"Haha, this is exactly what Brother Wu Duan wants. The stronger he is, the more worthy of our capture. Beside Duan Ling, a man said with a sneer.

While being jealous, the power of Little Goyou makes them even more excited, because it shows that as long as you know everything about Little Goyou, he can be as strong as Little Goyou, or even stronger.

The fighting continues, Duan Ling and his three soldiers are still not involved in the fighting, and the 27 people have also suffered casualties.

Three monks were killed by Xiao Wuyou with a sword, and another seven monks were seriously injured, so only 20 were still fighting there.

In the hands of twenty-seven warrior kings, three people could be killed and seven people could be seriously injured. Although the highest cultivation of the twenty-seven Martial Kings was only the Eighteenth Heaven, the Fifteenth Heaven Cultivator could still do this. Xiao Wuyou's strength is enough to shock and be inexplicable. The advantage of one body and three gods became more and more terrifying as the realm deepened.

However, after ten people withdrew from the war, the number of new casualties never increased. One person fights twenty-seven major princes alone, and the little five friends dare to do it. If it had been another person, he would have given up his weapon a long time ago, but Xiao Wuyou had no intention of giving up, and with the ability of the immortal soul, Yue Zhan became more and more brave. The whole person came down to earth like a god in heaven, and he terrified.

Sadly, even greater forces and achievements remain. Fifteen days of achievement can be fought to the present. Xiao Wuyou is proud of himself. But it would be foolish to say that he wanted to annihilate all 27 military princes. These martial marquis were not ordinary martial marquis in the army of the princes. They were all disciples of the Meteor Palace. They are much better than ordinary military princes.

If the power of the soul is quickly consumed, even if the indomitable emotion inspired by the immortal soul is even stronger, without the support of the soul power, it will be like a duckweed without roots, and in the end it can only go with the flow.

After three more disciples of the Meteorite Palace were seriously injured, Xiao Wuyou's face turned pale. Although he straightened up, his white robe had turned blood-red, and the violent fluctuations in his soul power had also become very light. It can be said that Xiao Wuyou has reached the time when the oil runs out and dries.

Seeing the appearance of Xiao Wuyou, Duan Ling smiled even more happily. It turned out that he thought that according to his estimation of Xiao Wuyou, he could only hold Zhu Xiang for half the time at most. Two or three people were seriously wounded, and then he went up to heaven. Now, though, he can kill 3 people and seriously injure 9, which excites him while watching the fight.

"It's the power of one body and three souls. As long as I know this secret, I will become the leader of the Southern Wastelands. ”

Duan Ling shook her body and said, but quickly recovered. He said to the two equally excited monks next to him, "Well, it's time to start." ”

In fact, these two people wanted to do it themselves for a long time. When they heard Duan Ling's words, they couldn't hold back. They rushed to Xiao Uyu like a sharp arrow and shouted excitedly: "Little Uyou, your experience is all mine!"

Seeing the two twenty-five-day monks of the martial army rushing towards him, the little martial artist who was standing in mid-air showed a wry smile: "Fifteen days of cultivation is still a bit reluctant. ”

It is a miracle that 30 enemies in battle, including 3 25-pound enemies, can inflict 12 casualties. However, Duan Ling apparently killed Xiao's little hope. It can be said that from the very beginning of the war, Duan Ling was determined to win and would never allow any accidents.

Little Wuyou naturally knows. Seeing the disciple who rushed to the meteorite pavilion with a wry smile, he definitely looked unique.

Duan Ling didn't rush to Xiao Wuyou, but he was still standing where he was. When he saw the change in Xiao Wuyou's expression, a sense of foreboding ignited in his heart. He immediately shouted, "He wants to explode, stop him!"

However, Duan Ling's words were still very slow. The rainbow light shone on Xiao's carefree body. In the next moment, the whole person turned into a ball of light, and it exploded. The aura of terror rolled out in all directions, like the energy that fainted the sky and destroyed the earth, devouring everything in the world.

"Ah!!h

The light suddenly engulfed everyone except Duan Ling, and the screams were gradually muffled by the sound of explosions that shook the heavens and the earth.

After a long time, the lights gradually dimmed, and the battlefield was a mess.

Of the 29 people, except for the 2 25-year-old martial artists, only 8 survived, and the others and the little martial friends disappeared between heaven and earth. However, the Wu army of 225 was not much better. While their lives were saved, how much strength could they have left behind under the wounded and exhausted exterior.

Duan Ling's face was gloomy, and her fists rang out. He didn't expect that.