117. Catch turtles in urns
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(1st Update)
Sit and watch the black clouds and torrential rain, spraying the mountain in front of this solitary sunshine.
Suddenly the clouds and rain were overhead, but it was the night before the mountain.
The extreme heat, the extreme cold, under the collision with each other, after all, Ye Zhiqiu is better.
With the huge soul power of the fifty-third level Soul King, not long after the steaming smoke rose, it turned into a cumulus cloud and shrouded the sky, dripping down like a rainy season in July.
"Rustle, rustle......"
Raindrops hit the ground, splashing puddles.
The rain was cold, clammy and cold enough to penetrate the flesh beneath the skin.
The melon-eating crowd who originally surrounded the nearby theater was coldly wet by the rain and became a soup chicken, so weak that he sneezed immediately.
But this rain was almost within one meter of Yang Ming, and it was evaporated by the flame cloak shrouded in Yang Ming's body in an instant.
As the night fell, the burly body of the fire demon stood in the rain, and the scorching heat continued to spray through its body, and a thick fog was thick enough to reach out and not be able to see its fingers.
The flaming giant fist fell from the sky, like a meteor falling from the sky, wrapped in the power that made people look sideways.
Seeing that the giant fist of flames the size of the front of the truck was coming, Ye Zhiqiu sneered in his heart:
"If I were at the same level as you, maybe I would have avoided you by three points, but now I'm nearly twenty levels above you!"
Suddenly, a strange scene appeared.
But I saw that Ye Zhiqiu's neck shrank inward, and the whole head was like a turtle retracted into a turtle shell, just like a silky retract into the chest cavity, relying on the extremely hard turtle shell, he stubbornly resisted Yang Ming's attack!
The scorching aura on the Flame Giant Fist was constantly weakened by the Xuanshui Ice, and by the time Ye Zhiqiu's hard turtle shell arrived, the power was less than half of what it had been in its heyday, and it was only the strength of the wrap, which added a bit of strength because of the inertia of falling from the sky.
"Dang!"
Like the heavy sound of the morning bell and dusk drum, it kept echoing in the night rain, the sound was so unpleasant that the people were boiling in the blood, so that everyone subconsciously covered their ears to avoid eardrum shock.
Yang Ming withdrew his fist, and through the fog, he could clearly see Ye Zhiqiu's appearance at the moment, and he couldn't help frowning, of course, if he still had a frown now.
The turtle shell on Ye Zhiqiu's body did not move at all, and even Yang Ming's attack failed to leave even a little scar on his body.
Although Qinglian Earth Heart Fire is the best martial soul of the fire system, and the soul skill of the flame demon body is the best soul skill, but in the Douluo Continent, the gap in soul power is a gap that is visible to the naked eye.
Not to mention, the level difference between the two is almost to the extent of twenty levels!
Yang Ming was surprised in his heart, but he didn't know that the surprise in Ye Zhiqiu's heart was no less than Yang Ming's, and even worse.
A drop of hot sweat oozed from Ye Zhiqiu's forehead, his eyes flickered, and he secretly said in his heart that it was dangerous.
"What a terrifying flame martial soul, it's simply the nemesis of my Xuan Turtle martial soul!"
"Even if my Xuanshui Ice Freeze weakened his attack power, even if my turtle shell was isolated from most of the heat, but at that moment just now, it actually made me feel like I was soaking in a hot spring."
Ye Zhiqiu could imagine that if Yang Ming was at the same level as him, no, even if it was only a few levels lower than him, I am afraid that just now would be enough to cook him.
"Where is this Shrek Academy sacred, how could such a monster be cultivated?"
The thoughts in his heart turned sharply, and Ye Zhiqiu's movements did not stop at all.
Under the consumption of soul power at any cost, Xuanshui Ice Freeze continued to expand the area of solid ice, in order to squeeze Yang Ming's activity space, and at the same time, it was also weakening the thousands of degrees of heat from Yang Ming's body.
Taking advantage of the fact that Yang Ming's old power had gone and the new force was not born, Ye Zhiqiu poked his head out of his chest very much, opened his mouth and spit out, and a black cold current shot out like a sharp arrow, spraying towards Yang Ming on the spot.
The third soul skill, Xuanshui Stirring!
Nourished by the fifty-third level of soul power, this black cold current was fast and fast, tearing through the cold rain in the night, and immediately hit Yang Ming's Flame Demon Body.
"Poof!"
Yang Ming looked down and was surprised to find that the flames that were hit by the black cold current were quickly annihilated by the severe cold, and the area of annihilation continued to expand.
In order to eliminate the severe cold that penetrated his body, Yang Ming's body composed of Qinglian Earth Heart Fire continued to shrink, from the original height of about twenty meters to a height of four meters.
It is conceivable how strong Ye Zhiqiu's soul skill was just now!
"Isn't your soul power enough?"
"Open the door, close the door, give birth to the door, hurt the door, open!"
Among the eight Dunjia, open four, six, seven, and eight, which is equivalent to four different thresholds, and each time you cross a threshold, you will get a qualitative improvement.
Without waiting for Ye Zhiqiu to be happy, he saw that the flames on Yang Ming's body suddenly became a little stronger, although he did not continue to expand his size, but the fluctuation of soul power on his body showed that this was the soul power of the soul venerable level.
However, that's not all, the soul power continues to climb!
Until, barely reaching the soul power of the Soul Sect, it was difficult to stop.
Ye Zhiqiu's breath was suffocated, and the scene in front of him simply subverted his three views!
Obviously, it gives people the feeling that Yang Ming is still a great soul master, but the soul power fluctuations on his body far exceed the level!
Feeling the power that was constantly emerging from his body, Yang Ming took a deep breath.
Compared with when he opened the six doors at the age of six, opening the four doors now is already a category that can easily withstand pressure for Yang Ming.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and flames erupted.
Ye Zhiqiu didn't know why, and suddenly felt a throbbing sensation of numbness on the scalp.
Obviously, his level is higher than Yang Ming, but he has such a feeling for no reason.
But he is also really Gou, even if he is suspicious in his heart, he still chooses to hide in the turtle shell very heartily and be a turtle with a shrunken head.
However, this time is different.
Yang Ming stepped on the ghost shadow trail, and the five-meter-tall body of the flame demon was not dragged down by its size, and its speed was extremely amazing, and a phantom shadow crossed in the night rain, causing a burst of exclamations among the onlookers.
Clenching the big fire fist of the casserole, Yang Ming's eyes were full of cold light, with the strength and speed obtained after the opening of the four doors, it actually reached the point of twenty punches in one second, and the torrential rain pear blossom burst out like a rolling fist, directly submerging Ye Zhiqiu!
Bang bang!!
Even if Ye Zhiqiu was really reluctant, he stubbornly relied on his martial soul and soul skills to resist Yang Ming's boxing, but the force attached to the fist was exerted on the turtle shell, making Ye Zhiqiu in the turtle shell in an extremely bumpy and concussive environment.
Bang!
When Ye Zhiqiu's forehead bumped into the turtle shell, he was dizzy, and the moment his mind relaxed, his eyes suddenly lit up.
It turned out that his head was pulled out of Yang Ming's chest cavity by force.
Seeing Yang Ming close in front of him, Ye Zhiqiu smiled awkwardly and said:
"You're very handsome, what's your name?"
"Catch a turtle in an urn." Yang Ming said lightly.