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(5th Watch)

There was a rain of flowers at night, and twenty-four trade winds.

The night rain that had gradually stopped, after Bishop Besca used the true body of the martial spirit, returned to the pouring momentum, as if the rain master had opened a big hole in the sky, and poured all the rain in the surrounding area for hundreds of miles.

Bishop Beska's seventh soul technique, Ice Rain True Body, in addition to being able to use the first to sixth soul skills without restrictions, can also mobilize the power of rain within a certain range, and his martial soul ability has been greatly improved.

If it were in a desert Gobi where there was little rain, Bishop Beska would basically be abolished, and the Ice Rain Martial Spirit would be useless at all.

But tonight, this night of pouring rain, is simply a stage tailor-made for Bishop Besca.

Even if Yang Ming opened the six gates of the Eight Gates Dunjia and the speed exceeded the speed of sound, the rain with a cold breath in the sky could not be avoided, and no matter where he went, he would be attacked by the rain from all directions.

No matter how strong Yang Ming's Martial Soul Qinglian Earth Heart Fire was, and how high the temperature of the Soul Technique Flame Demon King was, it was constantly consuming Yang Ming's soul power under the continuous rain extinguishing.

However, Yang Ming did not panic in the slightest.

Because, he saw it, Sister Bao'er finally killed the twelve Soul Sect Soul King Soul Emperor powerhouses who were pestering her!

The black robe worn by Feng Baobao cracked dozens of obvious cracks, and under the cold wind and cold rain, the white and tender skin appeared from time to time, and his feet stepped on the muddy soil of the bluestone floor that was overturned, but it was like stepping on the snow without a trace, leaving no footprints.

It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and ethereal like the snow of the flowing wind.

His body was like a frightening dragon, his swift body was like a swimming dragon, and his light body leaped up, and a long flexible and strong leg crossed an arc, taking advantage of Bishop Beska's attention to deal with Yang Ming, and kicked him fiercely to the back of the head.

"Aang!"

The rain dragon around Bishop Beska's eyes lit up, and the dragon's tail swayed, the long tail that resembled a real dragon was long and thick, and the whole body was transparent and hidden in the opposite scene, and there was rain rolling and flowing in it, wrapped in thousands of catties of strength.

In mid-air, the picture seems to stop.

The petite instep and the long tail of the thick rain dragon suddenly touched each other.

However, the result was somewhat unexpected by Bishop Besca.

In Bishop Beska's opinion, the liberation of his martial soul's true body, and the 10,000-year-old soul technique combined with the rain dragon created by the Ice Rain Martial Soul were more than enough to deal with this strange black-robed man.

However, in the next moment, Beska's eyes suddenly widened when he looked back.

Rumble!

The thick and long tail of the rain dragon was actually vulnerable, and it was kicked to pieces by Feng Baobao in an instant!

Countless raindrops burst out in all directions, brushing Bishop Beska's astonished countenance, leaving a long trail of water on his face.

Bishop Beska has been surprised by the events of today, but he has never been so surprised as this one.

Even if Yang Ming came to the door to take revenge, even if Yang Ming's explosive seed burst out with a strength comparable to the level of the Soul Emperor, it would be less than one-tenth of the surprise this time.

Because the black-robed man in front of him didn't use his martial soul at all, nor did he use his soul technique!

What does this mean?

Bishop Beska, who has always been scheming and has been in a high position for many years, has been able to see through many questions in a matter of moments.

It's just a pity that on the battlefield, the masters compete, every second counts, and no one is allowed to desert at all.

Even a small deviation of a fraction of a second will leave endless scourges.

If it were someone else, it might not be possible to magnify such a flaw infinitely, but Yang Ming surpassed the speed of sound, and at a high speed of more than 340 meters per second, it was enough to transform a small advantage into a decisive sound that decided the victory!

Fast!

Blazing fast!

Yang Ming even attacked with countless raindrops, endured the stretching of the muscles of the Eight Gate Dunjia, his heart beat wildly, and the blood pump gushed out blood and spread among the limbs and five bones, and at the end of the day, he used Ultraman's flying ability to suddenly shorten the distance between him and Bishop Besca.

At this time, it was only 0.3 seconds since Bishop Besca turned his head!

The three hook jade in Yang Ming's pupils spun rapidly, almost joining together to form some kind of pattern, and the blood light almost condensed into a substance and erupted out.

"Give me death!"

The giant hand of cyan flames, which flowed like magma, condensed to the size of a normal person, with five fingers together, and his hands clenched into fists, piercing directly through Bishop Beska's chest and piercing out of his back.

The blood had just splattered out when it was evaporated into a blood-like mist by the thousands of degrees of heat.

If it weren't for the fact that Bishop Beska was in the state of the Martial Soul True Body at this time, if it weren't for the fact that he was a Soul Saint-level powerhouse with a strong vitality, I am afraid that he would have died completely the moment Yang Ming's fist passed through his chest.

And now, Besca is no better, as if most of his spirit and spirit have been drained in an instant, his face has withered and decayed, and his cloudy eyes have lost their previous essence, but are filled with a kind of dying dead atmosphere.

"You ......"

Bishop Beska stared at the boy wearing the red demon mask in front of him, as if he wanted to imprint Yang Ming's face deeply in his mind, even if he was a ghost, he couldn't spare Yang Ming!

Bishop Besca wanted to say something, but the internal organs in his chest were already melted into slag by the high temperature, and the moment he opened his mouth, blood with fragments of internal organs overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and a hoarse sound of unwillingness came from the depths of his throat.

And it was precisely at this time that a ghostly figure wearing a red robe went from far to near at a very fast speed, and the ghost aura could be seen from a distance, which looked extremely scary.

A pair of bloodshot eyes peeked out from the hazy face, and the roar of anger was deafening:

"If you dare to kill him, the Martial Spirit Hall will definitely hunt you down the whole continent!"

Yang Ming turned his head to look, even if the three hook jade writing wheels couldn't see through the other party's face, but from the other party's personal characteristics, he could see the other party's identity at once.

Title Douluo, Ghost Douluo Ghost!

Under the red demon mask, Yang Ming set off an extremely cold arc, piercing through the flames of Bishop Beska's left hand and soaring into the cyan flames that rose into the sky, directly drowning his figure in the endless blue light.

"Besca, I'm going to kill him, and Bibi Dong can't protect him, I said it!"

Yang Ming's low and hoarse voice fell lightly and fell into Ghost Douluo's ears, as if a slap was slapped ferociously on his face, and the hot pain hurt into his heart!

What he didn't notice was that at this moment, the Three Hook Jade in Yang Ming's pupils had finally completed its evolution!