It seems that this stick warrior is tall and mighty, but he has no power to fight back in front of the ghost general.

The spear slammed into the hammer like a roaring dragon, and the furious force directly split the sturdy hammer in two, but this did not completely stop the ghost general, and the stick warrior finally fell to the same fate as the giant hammer, and was split in two by the ghost general's spear.

When the strongest warrior was cut in half by the ghost general, a group of sticks around him were directly stunned.

The warriors who had just been cut in half, but the strongest in their scene, their strength was extremely strong, and they were cut in half by an illusory ghost shadow, which made them have no courage to continue attacking Yang Yifan, but they did not retreat, and confronted Yang Yifan like this.

"This guy is so powerful." In the secret room, Leng Xue was completely stunned when she saw this scene.

Obviously, she didn't expect Yang Yifan to be able to destroy the heaven and earth net of the stick so easily, and she also didn't expect Yang Yifan to summon such a powerful soul general, and cut the stick whose strength reached the sixth layer of the qi refining period in half with one shot, what a lot of strength.

Leng Xue had fought with Yang Yifan, at that time she thought that Yang Yifan's strength was not strong, but now it seems that she is too naïve, if Yang Yifan summoned this soul warrior at that time, she didn't know how to die at that time.

The people around were also completely stunned when they saw this scene, and they were all shocked by the blow of the soul warrior summoned by Yang Yifan!

Song Zhuzhi, who was originally full of faint smiles, saw the flickering picture on the screen, his smile was completely frozen on his face, he crossed his hands in front of his chest, and looked at Yang Yifan holding the Imperial Soul Sword and the ghost general holding the spear with great interest, and the corners of his mouth slowly outlined a trace of arc.

"Very interesting guy." Song Zhuzhi looked back at Leng Xue and the others, and said lightly: "It seems that this kid alone is more interesting than your so-called hunting team, it is really good to be able to break through my net and kill one of my generals." ”

Syllable! This sentence was like a huge slap in the face, slapping it the faces of Leng Xue and Black Bear and others.

Suddenly, the hunting team didn't want to speak, two days ago, they didn't look down on Yang Yifan at all, thinking that Yang Yifan was an arrogant stinky guy, and now they finally understood that Yang Yifan's arrogance was justified.

For some reason, Leng Xue, who was once arrogant, suffered a serious blow to his self-esteem at this time!

The captain of the dignified dragon group hunting team actually needs a guy who she looks down on to rescue, which makes her feel very uncomfortable, and now her eyes when she looks at Yang Yifan have changed dramatically, this guy is really not simple!

A mere eighth-level monk in the Qi refining period can summon such a powerful soul warrior and possess such sharp swordsmanship, what kind of monk is this guy, how come he has never heard of it?

Over the years, she has seen monks who can summon soul generals, and she has also seen monks who use swordsmanship, but she has never seen a monk who can summon soul generals and use swordsmanship.

If you major in summoning soul generals, you must cultivate strong spiritual power, and if you have been cultivating spiritual power all your life, you will not have time to practice swordsmanship, and if you major in swordsmanship, you will not be able to use a lot of time to practice swordsmanship.

Not only Xie Lao Er was surprised, but even Yang Yifan himself felt a trace of shock, now the realm of the ghost general is only at the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Period, why is the power that erupted so strong, and he actually split the monk of the sixth layer of the Qi Refining Period in half with one shot.

Presumably it was caused by absorbing the power of the evil spirit.

Yang Yifan didn't think about what the reason was for the time being, after all, in today's situation, the strength of the ghost general means that his strength is strong, and now seeing the ghost general so powerful, the corners of his mouth raised, and he rushed towards dozens of stick soldiers not far away with his sword.

"The sword goes with the wind!" With a burst of applause, Yang Yifan immediately used the first form of the Qingfeng Sword Technique to kill the enemy.

A sword stabbed out, and the breeze swept through, it seemed that the Imperial Soul Divine Sword was slowly fluttering in the air, and the movement was very slow, but if you look closely, you will find that the Imperial Soul Divine Sword was swung by Yang Yifan at this time extremely fast, and it was the extreme speed that would give people a particularly slow feeling.

The sword qi and the breeze fused together, and Yang Yifan disappeared into the air, and in an instant, a sword qi array shrouded these dozens of stick warriors, and before these fighters who were shrouded could react, they felt as if their bodies were constantly being cut by something.

"Brush, brush, brush." The next moment, the sword qi array was suddenly shrouded in dense sword qi, and these stick warriors were completely enveloped by these sword qi, and the clothes on their bodies were instantly cut into pieces, and at the same time, dense blood marks appeared on their bodies.

"Ahhhh Screams of pain continued to come from the sword qi array.

From their voices, they could feel obvious fear, they wanted to escape from this strange sword qi array, but their bodies were completely imprisoned by the sword qi, and it was very difficult to take a single step in this array, let alone escape from this extremely powerful sword array.

Whoosh! The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, like a series of extremely poisonous snakes, and these stick warriors were ruthlessly bitten to death.

After a while, Yang Yifan's body appeared, he was half-kneeling at a distance not far from the sword array, with a click, the sword was put into the sheath, and the sword qi behind him soared into the sky, completely disappearing without a trace, and this group of stick warriors were directly fixed in place as if they had been immobilized.

A fresh breeze blew, and the bodies of these stick warriors seemed to be weathered, but instead of a pile of white bones, there was a piece of blood!

The ground was covered with bright red blood, and the rich smell of blood penetrated into Yang Yifan's nostrils along the breeze, and the unpleasant smell did not disgust him, but instead made him feel refreshed, and his murderous aura filled his eyes, holding the Imperial Soul Sword and slowly walking towards the villa not far in front of him.

When he reached the door, the door of the villa was suddenly opened, and hundreds of stick warriors rushed out like a flood.

Seeing this, Yang Yifan stopped in place, full of pride, he gently waved the Imperial Soul Sword in the air, a sword qi left a sword mark on the ground, the corners of his mouth rose, and he said very domineeringly: "Blood spider, Lao Tzu tells you, Huaxia is by no means violable to your group of sticks, and those who offend me Huaxia will be punished even if they are far away!" ”

(End of chapter)