Huang Haiqing's eyes suddenly froze, and the two short auxiliary arms retracted silently, and on the remaining two original arms, the bone joints made a loud noise, and the original, extremely thick arms suddenly became slender and "soft". Huang Haiqing's body, the explosion of pain was another, gray-blue clouds, driven by powerful soul power, he turned to the red flower line, and suddenly entered the second stage.

The second stage of the Soul Flower is also known as the Skeleton Transformation, which is the only way to break through the limitations of the Soul Beast's own form, which is to desperately transform the bones of a certain part of the body, and link these bones into a bone chain or bone spear, increasing the attack distance and pure physical destructive power, while attaching various toxins. This is a move that must be accompanied by poison in the transformation of the war spirit.

So far, the skeleton transformation has not formed any new magic or magic skills, nor has it any fixed move skills, it can only be regarded as a widely circulated experience, so it does not have any shocking names. "Skeleton transformation" itself is just a customary name on the rivers and lakes. The skeleton transformation used by Huang Haiqing transformed into a short hand with six elbow bones linked in parallel, infused with earth-shattering power, and the palm of this short hand was also surprisingly large, like a bone shield, and the ripple hand did not transform in a hurry, but simply turned into a slender, sharp bone spur.

The bone spurs formed by the transformation of the skeleton can be launched like darts, which is the correct use of the Battle Soul Poison.

Huang Haiqing's left hand was like a shield in front of him, as the last defense of his body, but his right hand had already relaxed and hung down beside him. The dark mana under his feet, a pair of legs without any battle spirit infusion, stepped out of a set of mysterious and strange footwork, driving him to float backwards. In the blink of an eye, he was two zhang away, and he knew that the entry distance of the scenery thorn in an instant could not even reach one zhang, and even if the magician ran away, he might not be able to drive that sword qi two zhang away.

He knew that the magician's cultivation and cultivation were very low, perhaps in order to catch his flaws in Huang Haiqing, he took the risk of rushing forward and handed him a blow of flower fist embroidered leg that had no strength or might. Huang Haiqing has never been superstitious about the swordsman's so-called "flaw equals death" theory, and he has never looked down on the swordsman. At this time, he didn't think that there was any so-called swordsman in the world who could kill people with one sword, regardless of the opponent's battle spirit reserves. In the eyes of a low-level boxer like Huang Haiqing, instant killing has long been a legend of yesterday.

He thought he had dodged it, but he saw that the golden sword in the magician's hand suddenly extended indefinitely, turning into a sharp beam of golden light that seemed to have a spiral. The golden light pierced his heart with great accuracy, forcing him to swing a blow to the clouds, mountains and mist wrapped in his palm, and his left hand, the size of a fan, was like a shield, and the tip of the golden light was pressed against the palm of his hand, and the slender and slender five fingers suddenly grasped it, accompanied by the click of the bone joints, like a white bone claw, he held the spear head that emitted golden light.

In the next second, the golden light emerged from the fingers, and the huge bone claw, a piece of golden holy light that symbolized destruction, quickly burned into ashes like wormwood, Huang Haiqing's claw grabbed into the air, and the seven bone joints on his arm obviously paid a huge mechanical thrust, but the golden spear head in my hand was not affected at all, as if it was an illusory light, not some real entity.

The long sword in the magician's hand has long since turned into an infinitely extended riding spear. In an instant, the swordsmanship of the scenery stabbing was silently replaced by Feng Lieshan's gun style. Huang Haiqing, who was well versed in the Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist, was really caught off guard and was given a shadow by the Hundred Flowers Wrong Sword that the magician was learning and selling. What's worse is that the mage has already calculated that he can't use the power of ice under the spirit form, so you can't block the power of the light. The magic is to push Feng Lieshan's spear with the energy of light, and as soon as he strikes, he is an improved version of the must-kill Ganggnier, specializing in breaking the battle soul transformation, and our navy's battle spirit form is recruited, and all the "excess limbs" are immediately purified by the light.

Without the protection of the battle spirit, he could only use his flesh and blood to resist the fatal shot, Huang Haiqing at that moment, his face was as white as gold paper, and there were almost only the whites of his eyes left, this tent was shattered by the enemy, and his body was the weakest moment, he could only twist his waist hard, turned sideways, and tried to dodge in vain, which would definitely kill him, and stabbed straight to the heart.

He succeeded, succeeded in replacing the heart with his right chest, and gritted his teeth to receive the shot. The light attribute spear blade penetrated into his body, and it didn't seem to emit much heat, but instead completely wiped out a part of the tissue in his lung cavity into nothingness, forming a large cavity, which was a very serious injury, unimaginable severe pain and severe fluid accumulation in the lungs, almost instantly robbing him of his combat effectiveness.

Huang Haiqing half-squatted down, gritted her teeth and held her breath, desperate for the press, the residual soul mist in her body, the cold mist emanated from every pore on her body, and the surrounding body condensed into a blue-white spherical cloud, among the clouds, there seemed to be soul-gathering lines faintly visible, a little biased towards the golden flash, including the twinkling stars in the universe, clearly extinguished, and your greatest efforts to restore his body.

To repair the damage to the internal organs with the transformation of the war soul, the limbs must be repaired, which is more difficult, but it will not force people to the point where they can no longer fight, but it is a pity that the holy light emitted by the magician has already extinguished the battle spirit, and it is necessary to regather the war soul in the soul gathering style, so at this time, Huang Haiqing's recovery ability is not much better than that of an ordinary person, he can barely stand and fall to the ground without dying, it is completely supported by the cold ice power behind him.

There was no trace of blood on his face, and it was extremely difficult for him to even move at this time, let alone continue to fight with the magician in this iron cage, but the problem was that at this time, he had no way to surrender, and there was no way to persuade Silver Dust to raise his noble hand and wait for him to recover.

He opened his eyes wide, trying to look up at his opponent a foot away, and under the grid-like candlelight, the silver figure showed a lonely coldness, more like the Emperor of Frost and Snow than the fighter who used his ice ability.

The magician watched him silently, and with a reserved right hand stretched out from his robe, he instructed him in the air, and then retracted it like lightning.

Huang Haiqing trembled weakly, thinking that she was about to be torn into many disconnected pieces by a thick gangfeng, but found that the magician did not launch any attack on him, and the tip of the immature finger pointing at her did not say any wind and snow, wind and fire, wind and thunder. The magician gave him the impression that he wanted to kill him, but hesitated.

The real fatal blow appeared in an invisible place, in a grid-like shadow cast by the iron cage. The power of the shadows converged on the fingertips of Silver Dust, and like the power of the wind, there was not a single flash of magic. Except for the surrounding candle flames suddenly dimming for a second, there is no sign that can be called an omen, and the omen of the light suddenly dimming cannot be captured by Huang Haiqing so keenly, because even Huang Haiqing himself would not think of how earth-shattering the sudden dimming candle flame could give birth to such an earth-shattering masterpiece.

The deadliest blow came in the most casual moment, when the candle flame suddenly expanded. The power of the shadow turned into a curse driven by the Olympiad, using a large area of shadow as a medium, turning into some kind of fluctuation that could not be perceived by humans, and transmitted from the magician's fingertips to Huang Haiqing's chest.

At this time, Huang Haiqing did not have a single ice shield on his body as a defense, and the cold ice that could isolate all other elemental powers except flames did not protect him at this fateful moment.

The curse of weakness, like the seed of a demon planted on the body of a living person, needs to wait a few breaths for the flower of the curse to bloom. The moment the candle flame dimmed, and in the next few seconds, Huang Haiqin didn't notice anything unusual, or rather, his weak body at this time no longer allowed him to concentrate and keenly perceive the existence of the curse.

Therefore, the moment he saw the magician put down his hand, a large stream of wet begging inexorably appeared in his originally hateful, unwilling and fearful eyes, and his breathing, which was already very cramped, became smoother. Huang Haiqing's pupils trembled slightly, and he suppressed the joy and arrogance in his heart well, and carefully used a pair of "affectionate" eyes to show his weakness, pity and helplessness. In the moment when the battle spirit was purified by the holy light and could not be used for the time being, he still thought that the silver-haired boy in front of him was the same as the dictation he heard from Long Aotian, a young man who was ambitious, proud, self-serving, arrogant and at the same time with a strange, even ridiculous sympathy, just like those called "righteous paths" in Long Aotian's mouth Instead of giving those desperate opponents a quick end, they want to be high and self-righteously preach the great truth in their hearts for most of the day, in a vain attempt to transform their group of demons into the right path, but they never consider that in the hearts of the devils, the so-called sense of justice has long been disillusioned.

This is the description of the righteous knights that Huang Haiqing heard from Long Aotian, and it is also a deep-rooted concept in his mind. That's what he knew, and he thought it was what the path should be, and it wouldn't change in another 100 years. He put such an inherent template on the magician's body, and waited with bated breath for the young magician's willful play.

Huang Haiqing was absolutely sure that he would not listen to a single word he said, but he still hoped that the magician would come to him with the most grandiose tirade possible, so that she would have enough time to recover herself and launch a new wave of offensive. Wang Haiqing calculated these correctly, so he did not surrender in a low voice at this juncture, he knew that if he met a boxer opponent like the Poison Dragon Sect, he would definitely shout desperately at this time: "I admit defeat!"

He even adjusted his facial expressions for this purpose, humiliated and frightened, dazed and pitiful, especially to satisfy the psychology of an upright, proud victor, and their high-minded, charity-like sympathy for the foolish and the weak.

"How does it feel?" Sure enough, as expected, what Wang Haiqing didn't want to hear, the tone of a victor who was high up and charitable, once again descended on the head of him, a disciple of the Shenhai Sect. He quickly adjusted his facial muscles, put on a painful and unwilling look, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Why?

He didn't cooperate particularly successfully, Huang Haiqing, who secretly gathered all the battle spirit qi in his body on the tips of his fingers, didn't have the energy to make up a complete "unwilling rhetorical question" in a short period of time, and could only say a few intermittent phrases, but his gibberish look, compared to the complete sentences that could be spoken, was more like a defeated person who had already attacked his heart and had no master of the six gods, and he could let the victor find the satisfaction of ravaging the loser from his face.

"Your so-called Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist, but it looks like something at first, but in fact it is not another move, to put it bluntly, it is a kind of deception, but the limitation of Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist is that it can only be a boxing technique, even if you are given a sword, you can only use a single swordsmanship to make up a Hundred Flowers Wrong Sword, how can it be compared with my ability, which is a sword move, and it is a sword move to knock down the front of you, but it has become a gun-like ability? After all, even if you use the black form, or even the Chosen Gun, it is impossible to change the shape of the weapon at will. The magician spoke quietly, without the slightest hint of victorious arrogance in his tone, not even a hint of heat, sounding rather perfunctory and indifferent.

Huang Haiqing's eyes changed, and in his unwilling glare, an uncontrollable fear gradually permeated, and he could hear from the magician's indifferent tone that the other party was simply perfunctory to him, and was scribbling some kind of conventional ritual with him. He could hear that the magician did not have any victor's joy at all, and he could hear that he, Huang Haiqing, in the magician's heart, was a pitiful worm who was as humble as an ant, and even gave some of the victor's sympathy to the poor worm.

He originally thought, and called this magic a little bit of time to give him the sympathy of the so-called victor, to restore the battle spirit, and then use the war spirit to recover the damage, and at the same time drum up all the cold and ice combat power in the body, and complete the battle, to launch the most tragic magic skill in his life and this life, he knew that in this ring, it was meaningless to pull out the spear of Tianxuan, and the Tianfu court did not provide to repair the human skin nearby.

The true meaning of cage fighting is to live, not kill the enemy.