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(3rd Watch)

The wind is bleak, the rain is squeaky, the wind and rain are bleak.

The cold night wind, the bleak night rain, the killing intent.

On the originally lively alleyway, only the wind and rain were quiet, and the sound of battle sounded from time to time, and the windows and doors of the surrounding shops and houses were closed, and no one dared to poke their heads out to watch.

Yang Ming once again dodged the surprise attack of a water snake condensed by rain around him, and at the same time, with a right hand, the mysterious sword blocked the bird claw attack of the deacon of the Martial Spirit Hall disguised as the owner of the grocery store.

The bird's claws, smeared with a poisonous dark green, slashed fiercely across the narrow blade, rubbing into fierce sparks, making an unpleasant harsh sound like nails rubbing against a blackboard.

The erected yellow pupils revealed a hint of coldness, and the deacon of the Martial Spirit Hall exerted his waist hard, and his right foot kicked violently in mid-air, and the bird claws on his feet aimed directly at Yang Ming's neck.

Yang Ming's eyes moved, and bursts of golden ripples rippled behind him, the weapon martial soul collected before, the pink cover, the broken blade, and the green bamboo, flew out like bullets, and the excessive speed even pierced the night, emitting an extremely sharp whistling.

The most important thing is that these captured martial souls are not just shot as bullets, each weapon martial soul retains its own ability.

For example, if you take the pink hood that you are unhappy about, once you put it on your head, you will be controlled by it.

This deacon of the Martial Spirit Hall had obviously suffered this loss, and his arms full of feathers were about to shake up, wanting to avoid the past.

Yang Ming's eyes were sharp, and the corner of his eyes had been paying attention to the battle on Feng Baobao's side, seeing that she had not been able to break through the joint blockade of the twelve Soul Sect Soul Kings and Soul Emperors, he was secretly anxious in his heart.

Once the time drags on for too long, by the time the guards in Soto City react, if that Titled Douluo receives the news and rushes back from outside the city, he will probably be defeated today.

Immediately, a fierce look flashed in Yang Ming's eyes, and he didn't hesitate.

"Open the door, close the door, give birth door, hurt door, Du door, Jingmen, open it for me!!"

A surging soul power suddenly emerged from Yang Ming's body, if the previous soul power was compared to a gurgling stream, the current soul power was like a raging Yellow River!

Every time the eight-door Dunjia opens four, six, seven, and eight doors, there will be a qualitative change.

At the same time, the Eight Gates Dunjia is also a very test of basic skills, and the deeper the accumulated foundation, the strength obtained after opening will grow by leaps and bounds.

Yang Ming had opened four doors before, and his soul power had reached the level of more than fifty soul kings, but when he opened six gates, he had barely broken through to the level of soul emperors!

Seeing the soul power of the black-robed man in front of him skyrocketing, the deacon of the Martial Spirit Hall was stunned on the spot!

He obviously doesn't know what it means to be open!

At the same time, irrigated by Yang Ming's soul power at the level of Soul Emperor, Yu Ban's strength standing behind Yang Ming also soared, and Yu Ban's strength was linked to the soul power provided by Yang Ming, and at this time, it was obviously at the level of Soul Emperor.

Yu Ban shouted angrily, and his muscular arms waved a long long naginata, and the oblique knife light even cut the rain curtain in half!

In the event of a sudden change, not to mention that the deacon of the Wuhun Hall had no time to react at all, and even Bishop Beska, who had been paying attention to this side, had the folds on his face trembling slightly because he was too surprised, as disgusting as a caterpillar wriggling.

Poof!

The crescent-shaped light of the knife slashed coldly, and half of the corpse fell into a puddle of rain.

The turbid rain and hot blood rendered this place a solemn atmosphere.

Yang Ming's eyes flickered, and the blood-colored pupils reflected the old face of Bishop Beska, and the three-hook jade continued to rotate rapidly, almost transforming into a certain pattern.

Yang Ming faintly felt that as long as he killed Bishop Beska, his three-hook jade writing wheel eye would evolve into a kaleidoscope writing wheel eye!

The right foot stepped suddenly, and it was like an elephant stepping on the ground, leaving a deep footprint on the bluestone floor, and the person flew out like a swimming dragon.

Li Lianhua!

Halfway through, Yang Ming's black robe stirred up irregular fluctuations, exceeding the speed of sound, causing a series of phantoms to rise behind him, overlapping and overlapping, true and false.

Among the twelve Soul Sect Soul Kings Soul Emperors who originally intercepted Feng Baobao, some of them immediately performed martial soul skills.

However, Yang Ming's speed was too fast, and their soul skills fell short, and they couldn't hit people at all!

Bishop Besca stood silently at the entrance of the hospital, his cane a little forward.

At the same time, the seven soul rings under his feet spun one after another, blooming into three colors: yellow, purple, and black, which were different from the others who released them individually, they were like gears in a machine, they were connected as one.

Under the call of the hospital stairs, the rain puddles suddenly converged, and the water surface solidified and rose like a coffin, forming a large water wall ten meters long, three meters wide and fifteen meters high, which was cut across in front of the road that Yang Ming must pass.

Just like the deformed child with the martial soul of the earth wall, Bishop Beska's martial soul is also very strange, it is a martial soul called Ice Rain.

At the beginning of Ice Rain's awakening, he didn't have any attack ability, and even his control ability was general, which could be compared to a waste martial soul like Blue Silver Grass.

If it weren't for the Soul Palace's discernment and letting the young Beska enter the Soul Master Academy specially opened by the Soul Palace, I am afraid that he would not be able to become a soul master at all, and it would not even be possible for him to grow into a seventy-eighth-level soul saint-level powerhouse.

Kindness is like water.

The road ahead was blocked by a wall of water, and Yang Ming didn't care about exposing it, so he immediately used the soul technique of the King of Flame Demons to carry out a partial transformation, and the sleeves of his arms that poked out burned into ashes, as if blowing up a balloon, expanding into a thick flame arm like a load-bearing pillar at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Laugh at!

As if a red-hot soldering iron was placed in cold water, a large cloud of smoke billowed out, and the surface of the water wall bubbled up as violently as boiling water, and the body size shrank rapidly.

Yang Ming's martial soul Qinglian Earth Heart Fire, as well as the soul technique Fire Demon King, are very recognizable.

For Bishop Beska, who has always been concerned about Yang Ming's growth, he recognized the true identity of the black-robed man in front of him at a glance, and his cloudy eyes, which had always been calm and calm, subconsciously shrank slightly.

"It's you!"

"You're not dead yet?"

An exclamation revealed Bishop Beska's previous plans.

Obviously, Bishop Beska has been painstakingly looking for the murderer who destroyed the Martial Soul Main Hall recently, and he has no energy to care about the follow-up, perhaps in his opinion, the elite team he sent at the beginning to instigate the soul beasts to start a beast tide, and killing Yang Ming himself is a sure thing.

In the steaming steam, Yang Ming's figure passed through the wall of water, and his eyes burst with extremely vicious blood light.

"Today, you will definitely die!"