"Die, die, no matter how powerful you are, you don't have to die. Ding Fei's shout.

No one, no warrior with soul power, would ignore the damage of the soul whip.

Especially the physical realm martial artists who can't mobilize their soul power for defense.

However, in front of Ding Fei, in his eyes, this young man with a chill all over his body and murderous intent did not dodge or dodge, but just held the ink sword and rushed towards him quickly.

It was as if he hadn't seen the Soul Whip at all.

"You still think that I'm the same as before, and I'll let you fail!" Ding Fei felt deeply insulted, no one dared to despise him so much when his Ding family took out their soul whips.

Ling Zhi lowered his head slightly and glanced at Bai Jingyu worriedly.

At this moment, Bai Jingyu's breath was weak, his body was trembling very badly, and he was in a very bad state.

And the soul whip attacked in the air, and hit Ling Zhi first.

Without waiting for Ding Fei to show any smug expression, Ling Zhi just stiffened for a moment and continued to rush over.

Ling Zhi's eyes lit up, and he glanced at the soul whip in Ding Fei's hand.

"I see," he showed a clear look, and finally understood why Bai Jingyu couldn't resist Ding Fei, this was the first time he had encountered a weapon that could attack people's soul power.

You must know that the body is outside, the soul power of the martial artist of the physical realm is in the sea of knowledge, and the soul power of the artistic conception martial artist is condensed into the body, which is in the Shenting acupoint.

It seems that the sea and the Shenting acupoint are as wide as the starry sky, but in fact they are just the mysteries of the human body, from the outside, they are just two acupuncture points of the human body, in addition to the same soul power, other forces should not have the effect of knowing the sea, the Shenting acupoint, and attacking the soul power of the martial artist.

What's more, it's just a solid weapon.

The degree of condensation and condensation of Ling Zhi's soul body is by no means something that Ding Fei can imagine, let alone that under his soul body at the moment, there is still a "town" monument sitting in town.

Ling Zhi could clearly feel that there was an inexplicable force, and his own sea of consciousness was as flexible as if he had spirituality, and he went straight to his soul body.

It's fast, it's flexible, and you don't need to be controlled by a warrior. This kind of attack is indeed very tricky.

However, the word "town" stele only shook slightly, and this power completely dissipated, and even the edge of Ling Zhi's soul body was not touched.

And the soul body sat on the "town" monument, the eyes did not open, just sat quietly, with the spread of time, those colorful droplets around the soul body, little by little, towards the soul body.

Make the soul body more powerful.

Ding Fei looked at Ling Zhi in disbelief, "Impossible, impossible, even if you are a strong artistic conception, it is impossible not to react at all!"

Ling Zhi glanced at him coldly, but he didn't speak, at this moment, the ink sword in his hand was only a few zhang away from Ding Fei.

"Ahh

Ding Fei went crazy, and the soul whip in his hand suddenly held the soul whip in this short period of time, and hit four blows in a row.

Four cracking sounds in a row spread in the soul whip, not only in the sixth section, but also in the seventh section, which was completely cracked.

However, he did not achieve any effect.

Ling Zhi just rushed forward, sneered, and teased: "If you don't like this thing, then don't use it anymore, I think it's not bad, it's quite novel, although it doesn't seem to be useful, but you can also save some and leave it for me to play?"

For anyone, even if he is a strong person in artistic conception, under Ding Fei's situation, he is afraid that he will be injured. But for Ling Zhi, the faster he attacked, the more convenient it was to make the "town" monument vibrate directly, and it was more convenient to disperse all attacks.

Poof.

The ink sword was so sharp, Ding Fei only paused for half a breath, and Ling Zhi sent the ink sword into his body.

"You must know that whoever hurts my friend will die. Ling Zhi whispered, he had recovered ninety percent. With his strength, he drove the ink sword and exerted his force violently.

The power exploded in Ding Fei's body through the sword body, and then directly shattered Ding Fei's body into several pieces.

This invincible young head of the Ding family died.

"You go and deal with the remaining miscellaneous pieces, and hand over your young master to me. Ling Zhi stopped Bai Jingyu's several men who rushed over.

These people had been fighting with some warriors who had rushed to this ship.

Several people glanced at each other, bowed respectfully to Ling Zhi in unison, and then rushed towards the opposite ship fiercely.

"Brother Bai?" Ling Zhi called softly.

"Brother Ling," Bai Jingyu smiled weakly, "It's a pity, it's rare to meet a true friend who can convince me Bai Jingyu, and before I have time to get along, I have to separate." ”

"I, Bai Jingyu, can make a friend like Brother Ling in the end, I am satisfied, and I have no regrets when I die. ”

After suffering two attacks from the soul whip in a row, and forcibly hitting another attack, Bai Jingyu's soul power was almost dimmed to the extreme, and the breath on his body was even more intermittent, and every time he coughed, a large amount of blood would be brought out.

Ling Zhileng for a moment, this was the first time he faced the scene of his friend's dying death.

It was the first time that I faced my friend's words.

In the past, I always saw such scenes in those movies, and every time I would sigh, and sometimes I would complain, if I die, I will die, where will anyone have to say something before death.

It wasn't until today, when he personally experienced this, that Ling Zhifang understood what kind of helplessness and anger this was.

He hated, hated why he used the three fingers of the heavens, causing his weakness, hating why he couldn't recover sooner, why he couldn't stop all this earlier.

However, the heavy blow of soul power, for a while, he did not have any perfect solution.

He could only take out all the four-grade spirit pills on his body, return the soul pills, and stuff them into Bai Jingyu's mouth.

These Soul Returning Pills are used by the artistic conception to supplement the soul power, although they cannot repair the soul power, but they can also make Bai Jingyu's remaining soul power more vibrant.

Each Soul Returning Pill is not something that an ordinary fourth-level alchemist can refine, and you can imagine how difficult it is to find a pill.

And Ling Zhi didn't care about these at all, he directly stuffed all the Soul Returning Pill on his body into Bai Jingyu's mouth, and urged the spiritual power to help him evacuate the medicinal power of the Spirit Pill.

Bai Jingyu's face also began to gradually appear a little rosy, "Brother Ling, you...... How can there be so many Soul Rejuvenation Pills?"

There was also a hint of anticipation and surprise in his eyes.

He doesn't regret dying for his friend, but he still has a lot to do, and he doesn't want to die yet.

In half an hour, Ling Zhi gave Bai Jingyu twenty-four Soul Returning Pills, and the effects of these medicines were scattered in his sea of consciousness, and there would be no problem with Bai Jingyu's last soul power, and it would also hang Bai Jingyu's life.

This is not a long-term solution, but at least, before the medicinal effect of the Soul Returning Pill expires, Bai Jingyu will not have anything to do and there will be a chapter later