Liu Xinjie and Yu Zexuan are the contemporary masters of the Tang Sect, to tell the truth, throughout the entire mortal domain, no one has ever seen them perform soul skills in the true sense, and some are just simple to skim and pinch them, it is said that they have already reached the Moon Control Realm above the Extreme Douluo, and their strength is to reach the Extreme Douluo Great Perfection Realm.

The ghost king is holding a dark sword, he is still dancing the sword, on the one hand, he is familiar with this mortal human body, several extremely sharp sword rays are swung, the power of the ghost king is blessed, just the ordinary sword is extremely sharp, the ghost king slash is close behind, Liu Xinjie's samadhi true fire he has tasted the bitterness, in the eyes of the ghost king, the one standing next to Liu Xinjie is the real hidden, his strength is definitely above Liu Xinjie.

Another blazing dragon breath erupted, and the sword at the front was directly scattered, never expecting that the blazing dragon breath was actually cut in two by the ghost king, and the power of the ghost king had a certain amount of extremely cold soul power, which was compatible with the extreme fire contained in Liu Xinjie's samadhi true fire, "Damn, Brother Xuan, this guy is actually the owner of the ultimate ice, no wonder." ”

A pair of dragon wings spewing fire opened behind Liu Xinjie, Yu Zexuan couldn't wait if he didn't get it, it just so happened that the opponent was the ultimate ice, let's see which one was better and which was worse, Yu Zexuan stopped Liu Xinjie's steps with one hand, Yu Zexuan came to Liu Xinjie's side in two steps, and an extremely majestic dragon breath was released from his mouth, Yu Zexuan's eyes turned red, inch by inch dragon scales were connected on his skin, and fiery thirteen needles appeared in the sky.

Thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate, I didn't expect Yu Zexuan to want to use the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate to deal with the Ghost King, isn't that a big witch, the moment the thirteen needles appeared, they were hidden in the air, Yu Zexuan's small movements were vivid, and a ball of purple and silver light flashed at the end of the dragon scales growing on his body, and the dragon roared out, directly dispersing the residual energy of the Ghost King's slash, and even the soul power on the Ghost King's body began to be chaotic.

Tianzhong Longwei, the appearance of a giant dragon appeared in the ghost king's mind, that was the appearance of the dragon he had seen when he traveled to the dragon clan in his early years, I remember that the dragon was admired by the dragon clan at that time, its name was the eight heavenly dragons, and the eighth realm had already reached its peak, the ghost king began to tremble, there was nothing wrong in his judgment, Yu Zexuan's strength was indeed above Liu Xinjie, it was the eight heavenly dragons of the highest belief of the dragon clan, and Long Wei was the verdict.

"Don't make a move, look at his legs trembling, alas, does the ghost king need to go to the toilet?" The ghost king was furious when he heard this, since he came to the mortal realm, he still had to do something, anyway, it was not the real body coming, but fortunately, it was just a shadow clone, otherwise it would really be in trouble, the ghost king held the dark sword in his hand, and drew a downward posture, the dark martial arts sword trick of the Wen family, all demons are sacred, but in the hands of the ghost king, there is only pure demon break.

The sword slashed out and turned into a ghost king's floating shadow, the ghost king opened the ghost king's demon sickle hidden in his waist on the side, and the sword shadow materialized, but he had a bit of strength, Yu Zexuan raised his index finger and drew a circle, Liu Xinjie was not idle, one of his hands was on Yu Zexuan's shoulder, even if he was very unwilling, but he still had to go hand in hand with Yu Zexuan, and the circle drawn became larger, blocking Yu Zexuan's face, and a dragon head drilled out of it, ascending to the dragon jue blazing dragon head.

All the demons suffered the ultimate fire, and the ghost king's floating shadow became scattered, but it was still rushing forward as always, and a large circle also appeared behind it, and a thick dragon tail came out silently.

Realizing this, the ghost king hammered his chest violently, until the flesh and blood were blurred, he inserted the dark sword in his hand into his chest, through his chest, his eyes were gray, and the lotus flower between his eyebrows bloomed with a strange brilliance, especially the ghost head on the lotus, the ghost head condensed all the soul power that the ghost king's shadow clone in the mortal realm could control, the ghost head burned means that the ghost king will burst out with extraordinary strength, the ghost king doesn't know what he is singing, Yu Zexuan and Liu Xinjie glanced at each other, the two of them held each other's hands tightly, and their eyes shone with sincerity。

"Come on, Xinjie!" Yu Zexuan's soul power flowed to the palm of his hand, an extremely pure power of destruction and judgment.

"En, okay Brother Xuan!" Liu Xinjie mobilized the three flames suspended around his body to between his hands, and the Samadhi True Fire merged with the power of Destruction Judgment, which was the fusion of their soul power attributes, Liu Xinjie glared, this was the first time he was not suppressed by Yu Zexuan in the process of fusion, the Samadhi True Fire was running rapidly around the two, and they sensed that in that moment, the strength of the soul power exceeded the limit of the mortal domain.

The ghost king did not fall, the ghost head between the eyebrows turned into a wisp of gray air and dissipated, and the remaining ashes fell directly into the lotus, that is the holy lotus, not to mention that his mortal body has a bit of chance, but it is a pity, the ghost head ash can be regarded as the essence of the power of the ghost king, he believes that no matter how to resist the attack of those two, so as to make some blindfolds to escape, it is still possible to do, the ghost king is thinking about how to escape.

Yu Zexuan and Liu Xinjie stretched out their other hands at the same time, looked at each other and buckled, the moment they clasped their hands, the samadhi centrifugal fire erupted, and when it was sprayed, Liu Xinjie just felt hearty, and the shot was that refreshing, every time the martial soul fused, he felt aggrieved, Yu Zexuan always used the upper position of the martial soul to suppress and prevent him from winning the initiative to make the fusion, this time finally arrived at his home field, the samadhi centrifugal fire fused with the blazing of the samadhi true fire, The judgment and destruction of the Eight Heavenly Dragons can be regarded as the highest level of Samadhi True Fire, so I don't believe that the ghost king still has the power to fight.

After the power of the ghost king fell into the lotus, the breath was steady at first, and the samadhi centrifugal fire gushed out, and the ghost king began to be anxious, and the soul power of the whole body was gathered in the lotus flower in the center of the eyebrows, the lotus flower was damaged, the lotus petals were extinguished, and the appearance of a woman appeared behind Fumimura Hinata, and the worried little eyes of the feather fairy stared at Wencun Hinata, although Wencun Hinata had defiled it, but he was the father-in-law who had raised him for more than 20 years.

The ghost king was desperate, all the soul power of the shadow clone was exhausted with the dissipation of the lotus, the samadhi centrifugal fire passed through the body of Wencun Hinata, and there was not even ash left in an instant, the soul of the ghost king only had some remnants of souls wandering in the air, without the power of the ghost king and the human body, he would soon lose his vitality, he roared unwillingly, but no matter how he howled, but he couldn't make any sound, he didn't belong to the mortal realm when Wencun Hinata was destroyed.

Liu Xinjie jumped up excitedly, how can he look like he is forty or fifty years old, the temperament of Title Douluo is long gone, but today is really cool, I feel that my life has reached the peak, Yu Zexuan broke free from Liu Xinjie's palm in disgust, his hands were full of sweat, he looked at the one next to him helplessly, it was really dangerous, the last blow of the ghost king could definitely reach the point of competing with them, fortunately, Jitai came.