After this shout, the black-clothed man led by him retreated violently, and retreated again and again along with the other fifteen people.

At the same time, the whole body shines brightly.

The sixteen chains were wielded by them, and they were almost drawn into shadows in the air.

The black shadow of the chain was heavy, trapping Yan Tao alive inside.

This hand is actually a chain attack that is still a little flustered compared to Fang Cai, I don't know how many times stronger.

This hand is extremely skillful, and it is chilling to look at.

I don't know how many times I trained to achieve such an outstanding move.

In the black chains, a cold color faintly appeared on Yan Tao's handsome and demonic face.

The figure grew faster and faster, floating between the black chains.

The left and right hands quickly sealed, and muttered to themselves, but they actually gave up the powerful spiritual power attack and transferred to the spiritual power.

Yuan Jing stood by the door, a strange color flashing in his snake-like eyes.

Hands raised.

With him as the center, he used the same moves as Yan Tao's fangcai.

A whirlpool formed around him.

The demons who pounced on Yuan Jing paused slightly.

They became ghosts, and physical attacks would have been useless to them.

It's just that ghosts are changed by people.

The powerful spiritual power of the S-class raised an instinctive fear in their hearts.

The figure paused for a second, and Yuan Jing took the opportunity to leap up from around the demons.

Pounced on the chain-clad cage of the sixteen.

Ten fingers of both hands, folded together, snapped violently.

A pair of deep snake pupils were cold and cold.

There was a little scarlet color under his eyes, which was weird and terrifying.

"Mental power, deprivation."

Faint but deep cold words spat out from Yuan Jing's mouth.

A little dark luster came out of him, and it fell on Yan Tao like a point of light.

When those points of light touched Yan Tao's body, they immediately ignited a pitch-black fire.

Clusters of flames bloom around Yan Tao's body like fireworks.

Accompanied by scarlet bloodstains, it quickly seeped out from Yan Tao's body.

Under Yan Tao's feet, the erratic pace immediately paused.

Seeing this, the sixteen men in black waved their hands faster and faster.

Chain chains swung out, and black shadows were as fast as lightning in the air.

Yuan Jing's entire body was almost parallel to the ground, and his hands were folded in front of his chest.

After a little black luster fell, his face turned noticeably pale.

Just now, the palm of the folded hand slowly loosened a little.

In the palm of his hand, a black ball of light slowly released light.

It's just that the light is pitch black.

It's cold.

When people look at it, they will involuntarily tremble their hands and feet.

"Go!"

Yuan Jing's right index finger was a little in the void.

The pitch-black ball of light floated in his direction to the top of Yan Tao's head, and at the same time, Yuan Jing flipped over in mid-air, avoiding the sixteen people and falling into a corner of the room.

Warrior.

From the time the first warrior appeared in the empire, at the same level, the psychic warrior was always much stronger than the original warrior.

Back then, his race was able to dominate the world with the Force, invincible.

It's nothing else.

It's a talent that exists in the bloodline.

That's the nemesis of the psychic warriors.

Mental power, deprivation.

No matter how powerful the spiritual power is, after leaving the human body, it will only dissipate in the universe.

Yuan Jing didn't make another move after making this move, just stood quietly in place.

A pair of eyes were half-narrowed, making it impossible to see what he was thinking at the moment.