Chapter 1115 Collapsed with one blow

"Come on!" Liu Jiang patted his chest, the powerful soul energy battle armor wrapped his whole body, and the violently rising temperature wrapped him in a distorted air, looking a little erratic.

In fact, in terms of strength, Liu Jiang may not be so bad, he does lack high-level soul combat skills to do the foundation, but whether it is the strength of soul energy or the level of combat, Liu Jiang is actually not inferior to ordinary high-level saints.

"Using light distortion to create a faint optical illusion effect to confuse enemies and create an advantage is quite good for the development of the Soul Genus, but unfortunately...... To me, I can't even touch the door of your soul. ”

The Thousand Army King sneered, and in an instant, the Soul Realm was fully expanded.

"Silence in the Lightless Realm"

The moment the soul realm unfolded, Liu Jiang's body froze in place, and a shocked expression appeared on his face, but the soul energy armor on his body strengthened a little again.

The soul realm of the Thousand Army King can deprive people of their five senses, and although their ability to act is not affected, in the absence of mastering the "heart eye", the affected person is tantamount to being in a defenseless state.

With his arms raised, in the body of the king of a thousand armies, the soul can spin and gallop, intertwined with each other, as if there are thousands of troops and horses, and there is gold and iron, and the sound of short-handed fighting is contained in it.

The corners of the Thousand Army King's clothes were windless, and a breath like a mountain emanated from him, and in a trance, he seemed to be no longer alone, but leading a huge army, carrying a breath like a raging storm.

Retreat, retreat now! Such an instinctive reaction surged in everyone's hearts, the momentum of the Thousand Army King was not as murderous as the Blood Demon King, and it was not as domineering as the City Lord of the Eastern Beast City, but his aura was so strong that it seemed that he was not fighting against him alone, but against the entire army he led!

Even if he is alone, he is still the king who commands thousands of armies!

"This blow, kill you!"

The King of the Thousand Armies issued an indifferent announcement, like the sound of a horn at the beginning of a battle, he struck forward with both fists into the void, and behind him, the rolling soul could gallop out, with the momentum of the collapse of the thousand armies, with the might of thousands of horses galloping, sweeping the ice field, bombarding.

Even in the state of losing all five senses, Liu Jiang also sensed a huge danger, which was the instinctive instinct of a person who had been fighting for a long time, and he didn't have time to think, he struggled to gather his strength and hit his strongest killing move.

"Kill! Boom! ”

The two fists were like cannons, and the soul energy was rolling, and Liu Jiang punched out an earth-shattering blow in an instant, and the force that leaked out pressed the air into a cannonball that exceeded the speed of sound, and shook the mountains in the distance.

"It's a good move, but it's a pity, it's the same to die." The voice of the Thousand Army King was like a messenger from hell, sentencing Liu Jiang to death proclamation.

"One will make ten thousand bones dry!"

The military array turned into a torrent of soul energy collided with the Fist of the Heavens, and in just a flash, Liu Jiang's soul combat skills completely collapsed!

"Impossible!" Liu Jiang let out a miserable scream, blood erupted from all over his body, his fist was like a small boat in front of the huge waves of Hongfeng, it was capsized in an instant, and the soul combat skills of the Thousand Army Kings were incomparable, like the iron hooves of a large army, stepping over Liu Jiang's body.

Soon, even the screams were drowned out, and a powerful high-level soul battle saint had no room to resist in front of the Thousand Army King's tricks!

The tide of soul energy did not stop, continued to crush forward, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the front of the army of the Northern Cold City, and there was no time to escape, and the sergeants made a defensive posture one after another, but in the face of such an attack, their fate was no different from Liu Jiang.

Seeing that the army of the Northern Cold City was about to be destroyed, a figure appeared in front of him, he stretched out his hands, and relied on the power of ** to grab towards the tide of soul energy.

The unstoppable tide of soul energy stopped, and it was firmly blocked out by a pair of fleshy palms, no matter how the soul energy collided and touched a storm-like aura, it couldn't surpass that tall figure.

After a long time, the offensive of soul energy was finally unable to continue, and there seemed to be a mournful roar in the air, and the magnificent soul energy army formation dissipated.

"The power of a thousand armies, it really can't withstand the majesty of the king." In the distance, the King of the Thousand Armies sighed in a low voice.

Patting the ice chips on his body, Makarov took a step forward.

When the footsteps fell, a circle of air spread, and the momentum raised by Makarov's single step was enough to send a heart-palpitating echo through the mountains.

There was a bowl-sized hole in his chest, and the strong flesh was desperately trying to heal, and although it cost a lot of money, Makarov still broke free from Lin Yaotian's white spear bondage.

With Makarov's movements, everyone on the battlefield began to retreat. Makarov walked towards Lin Yaotian step by step with a steady pace.

"Keeping ......"

As soon as a Holy Spirit Sect member spoke, his head disappeared from his neck, and blood sprayed in the air, and was instantly frozen into a blood-colored ice mist by the extremely low temperature.

"Protect the Son!"

"Protect the Son!"

One Holy Spirit cultist after another rushed forward without fear of death, but all they paid was more headless horsemen, and Makarov's pace did not even stop for a second.

Finally, when the last Holy Spirit Cultist also fell to the ground, only the Thousand Armies were left in front of Makarov.

With his eyes sweeping, King Qianjun felt the cold hair on the back of his neck stand upside down, and he smiled bitterly, this time he was not facing an opponent of Liu Jiang's level.

Moving away, the King of the Thousand Armies let Lin Yaotian out very boldly. "As I said, this battle is a matter of the Holy Spirit."

Between Makarov and Lin Yaotian, there is no more obstacle!

"I didn't expect it, the final winner is still me!" Looking at Lin Yaotian's back, Makarov raised his fist, "Go die!" ”

Without any extra nonsense, Makarov blasted out with one punch, although the power of this punch was far less than that of his heyday, it was enough to kill Lin Yaotian.

Boom!

Makarov's fist paused in mid-air as a white hand held his fist steadily.

Lin Yaotian maintained the posture of pressing his left hand on the cocoon, and his right hand twisted back strangely to catch Makarov's punch.

"Huh? Do you have any energy left? Makarov sneered, "It's hard to accumulate this little strength, but it's a pity...... No one can save you today! ”

This time, Makarov threw another punch of his own, and Lin Yaotian would inevitably be blasted by a punch unless he gave up absorbing the cyan cocoon.

Is it going to end? Is this civil war of the Holy Spirit Sect about to come to an end? The Thousand Army King who was standing on the side had a complicated gaze, perhaps he had already begun to think about what he should do next.

However, at this moment, Makarov's fist slammed into the air, and at the same time, the faces of the Thousand Army Kings and Lin Yaotian all changed in unison.

With a cracking sound, a small crack broke out on the surface of the cyan cocoon!