The nine-hundred-year-old soul beast far exceeded the limit of the soul master's second soul ring.

Ma Ping and Ma Ming looked embarrassed, they met a suitable soul beast twice in a row, the first age was too low, and this age was too high.

If only it were seven hundred years, he would dare to try it in eight hundred years, but in nine hundred years, Ma Ming would not dare to bet, after all, he is such a son.

This is where it is not easy to hunt soul beasts, it is too difficult to find a suitable soul beast and a satisfactory number of years.

"Let's look elsewhere!" Ma Ping sighed and said.

The green bamboo sound snake does not actively attack humans, it has been observing in the bamboo forest.

"Third grandfather, I think I can try."

Ma Hongjun is not a big deal, but he is really sure to give it a try, although the risk is a bit big, but the harvest is equally eye-catching.

His current physical strength can be compared to Ma Ming, but it is only physical strength, and the limit of what he can really withstand the soul ring is definitely not comparable to Ma Ming, after all, Ma Ming's soul power is stronger than him.

The eight-hundred-year-old soul beast is the limit estimated by Ma Ming in combination with Ma Hongjun's situation.

However, Ma Ming didn't know about the evil fire, because of the evil fire, Ma Hongjun's patience was very strong, and Ma Hongjun was confident to take it over a hundred years.

After Ma Hongjun's repeated and persistent requests, Ma Ping also considered that the Qingzhu Sound Snake had also been nourished by Qingzhu for a long time, which was relatively mild, and among soul beasts, its soul ring was easy to absorb, so he agreed to give it a try.

So without delay, the two summoned martial spirits, one left and one right, and killed the Qingzhuyin snake.

Ma Ping's second soul ring lit up, this was his highest burst soul skill, which could instantly increase his attack by thirty percent.

"Earth-Splitting Critter."

The wooden stick smashed down quickly and accurately in the air, and the green bamboo sound snake quickly moved its body, still not dodging, and the wooden stick hit the back half of its tail.

Ma Ming also lit up his second soul ring.

"Wooden spear thrust."

The wooden spear swam back and forth in his hand, and stabbed out in a strong and powerful succession.

Both of them understood the characteristics of the Qingzhu Sound Snake, which was extremely fast, so as soon as they came up, they used the soul technique with the highest burst to try to injure the Qingzhu Sound Snake, so as to slow it down.

The first round paid off, as Ma Ming's wooden spear left a wound in the snake's abdomen, slowing it down.

The attack of the Qingzhu Sound Snake, except for the strongest flying attack, was not as strong as the five-hundred-year-old Colorful Demon Tiger. So to deal with it, in addition to worrying about its flying attack, it is to be prepared not to let it run.

Ma Ping and the others went one after the other, restricting the range of its swimming and preventing it from slipping away.

However, the explosive soul skills could not last long, and after choosing their positions, the two began to use other soul skills.

After all, this is a nine-hundred-year-old soul beast, even if the attack is not high, it is not something they can kill in an instant.

Now the tactics of the two of them are to drag the Qingzhuyin snake, slowly consume it, and find an opportunity to hit it hard, as long as the wounds on its body increase and the blood flow is excessive, the speed will slow down, and when the time comes, what awaits it is death.

The Qingzhu Sound Snake slowly became impatient, and there were more and more wounds on its body, Ma Ming's wooden spear had absorbed the Lone Bamboo Soul Ring, and his attack had a strong penetrating power against the Green Bamboo Sound Snake, after all, Lone Bamboo was the king of bamboo.

Half an hour has passed, and most of the cyan snake's body has been dyed red, and the end of the green bamboo sound snake is already predictable.

Ma Hongjun saw the one-sided situation on the battlefield, and slowly approached, wanting to observe closely, after all, his actual combat experience was still very lacking.

The green pupils of the Qingzhuyin snake contracted, and slowly turned red, and at this time, it could no longer help Ma Ming and Ma Ping.

It suddenly turned the snake's head to Ma Hongjun, the cyan scales on its body were cracked, and the slightest cyan light bloomed, its body quickly coiled up on the ground, the direction of the snake's head remained the same, but the long body circled and rotated, rotating rapidly, and then the body shook and swept up a piece of dirt.

It bounced off the ground, its body spreading out in the air in a straight line.

The blue light exploded, and the green bamboo sound snake turned into a green arrow, shooting straight towards Ma Hongjun, leaving a cyan trace in the air, and when it flew to the highest point, it made a crisp sound of breaking bamboo.

This sound proved that it was a soul beast with excellent talent, a green bamboo 'sound' snake that was less than a thousand years old.

"Hongjun be careful!"

"Hongjun be careful!"

Ma Ping and the others exclaimed, their faces turned pale.

The strongest blow of the Qingzhu sound snake, even they didn't dare to take it hard, even if they were injured now, but the powerful stabbing force was not something that the six-year-old Ma Hongjun could withstand.

Ma Hongjun kept an eye on the field, and when the Qingzhu sound snake shifted the target to him, he noticed it.

At the moment when the Qingzhu sound snake flew up, there was already a silver spear in his right hand.

The mouth of the green bamboo sound snake is closed when it flies, but by the time it is shot, its upper and lower jaws are already open.

Mori Bai's fangs, braving the cold light!

"Back to the pistol!"

Ma Hongjun lowered his body, stepped forward with his right foot, twisted his waist, leaned back, held the gun with both hands, and stabbed it diagonally.

The horse pistol is a trick in the Ma family's marksmanship, and it was created by Ma Chao, the ancestor of the Ma family. This style of marksmanship is carried out at the same time as dodge and attack, which seems to be unexpected, but it is actually premeditated.

Returning to the horse pistol is a real killer move!

The silver head of the Dragon Soul Spear pierced straight into the mouth of the Qingzhuyin Snake.

The silver spear and the green snake formed a straight line in the air, half silver, half cyan.

The powerful impact force made the snake's body directly follow the barrel of the gun, as if it was a cyan holster, worn on top of the silver gun.

Its head hit Ma Hongjun's right hand until it stopped, and the two fangs of the upper jaw, like steel needles, pierced into Ma Hongjun's index finger and almost pierced.

Blood with a green color flowed out of the snake's mouth and dripped into Ma Hongjun's mouth with his head up, with a faint sweetness and a slight fragrance of bamboo.

On the body of the Qingzhuyin snake, yellow points of light were emitted, and after a while, a yellow aura appeared.

Since the Qingzhuyin snake is encased in the Dragon Soul Gun, its soul ring also surrounds the Dragon Soul Gun.

At this time, from the perspective of Ma Ping and the others, it was like Ma Hongjun's martial soul had turned into a cyan spear, and there was a yellow soul ring.

Without rushing to take down the corpse of the Qingzhu Yin Snake, Ma Hongjun let it remain in such a state, and then sat cross-legged and began to operate the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Sutra to pull the energy of the soul ring.

The yellow soul ring shrunk and became more solid, and it was placed on the barrel of the gun.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful force, like a rushing river, rushed into Ma Hongjun's body from his right hand.

"Hongjun, you must always guard the martial soul, no matter how the power of the soul ring impacts your body, remember to stay awake, only in this way can you make better use of the power of the soul ring in the future."

Ma Ping's voice came into Ma Hongjun's ears, but he couldn't distract him at all, and the power of the soul ring had already begun to ravage his body.

Different from the irritability of the power of the evil fire, the power of the soul ring is relatively mild, but it is too much and too powerful, as if it wants to burst the body.

Ma Hongjun's body trembled violently, and beads of sweat visible to the naked eye flowed out of his pores.

Just like forcibly loading a hundred catties of water into a container that can only hold eighty catties, the excessive power of the soul ring surged wildly in Ma Hongjun's body.

The Hundred Birds Chaofeng Sutra kept running, trying to pull these forces, and running according to the fixed meridian route, which had achieved the effect of refining.

Strong endurance was displayed, and although his brows were furrowed, Ma Hongjun remained sober.

But the power of the soul ring was still entering his body in a steady stream, and there was no longer sweat in the pores, but blood was coming out.

This power is too powerful, and the nine-hundred-year-old soul ring has indeed exceeded his limit, even if his will can endure it, his body can't bear it.

Ma Ping and the others stared at Ma Hongjun intently, looking at the blood oozing from his skin, they were shocked and worried, but at this time, the two couldn't intervene at all and couldn't help.

Just when Ma Hongjun felt that his body was about to crack, a dragon groan sounded in his body. Ma Ping and the others next to him didn't hear it.

The golden dragon shadow reappeared in his mind.