Chapter 603: Battle Spirit (2)

With a moment of respite, Ye Qingcheng didn't dare to be tired in the slightest, he immediately held the sword in both hands, concentrated all his energy, and shouted in a deep voice: "Eighth Style, Dark Tiger Sword Puppet!"

Thundered!

The earth and sky immediately shook, and at the tip of the Xuanxue Sword, a thunderbolt entwined with a red earth spirit flew upwards at a rapid speed, piercing the thick dust cloud on the heavenly dome!

Then, as if the sky had awakened, a circle of huge flame holes burned in the gray clouds. 800 [Start] Immediately after, meteorites burning with red flames fell down from the flame holes, forming a spectacular scene. There are a total of ninety-nine eighty-one meteorites, and once they fall, they will transform into a super sword puppet.

This is a powerful swordsmanship that can slaughter thousands of troops.

However, the Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul looked quite disappointed, and said in an old voice, "Stupid fellow, this is just a flashy trick. ”

As he spoke, it spread its arms flat across its body and shouted disdainfully, "Extinguish." ”

In an instant, on the huge flaming meteorites, the burning red flames were extinguished under a layer of strange and invisible aura. At the same time, wisps of gray smoke wafted from their surfaces, and silver marks cracked on their surfaces, which were incinerated from the inside by the Wind Spirit Flames. In the end, before they fell, they exploded one after another into thunderous pillars of silver flames, falling to the ground, forming a terrifying tornado controlled by the soul of the Wind Dragon Ancestor.

One after another, the silver flame tornado, carrying the power of destruction, raged wildly on the earth, and every qiē object it encountered was twisted into powder in an instant.

A sense of despair flashed through Ye Qingcheng's heart, his powerful swordsmanship was dissolved like this?

At the same time, the silver flame tornado, like a meat grinder, roared around him, limiting his chances of escape.

"If there are any other tricks, release them all, don't leave regrets. The Wind Dragon Ancestor smiled and said, "This ancestor has time, and he can play with you slowly." ”

As he spoke, its figure suddenly disappeared into thin air.

Ye Qingcheng immediately became extremely nervous, using his six senses to cautiously guard his surroundings.

"Boom la la......" A series of mountain-thick, sky-high silver flame tornadoes, rolling a large amount of fine sand and gravel, roared towards him. They framed his figure in a very small light, like a giant dragon besieging an ant.

"Huh!" A silver scythe shadow flew out of a silver flame tornado strangely and viciously, slashing towards it.

Ye Qingcheng immediately flew to dodge.

As a result, what he didn't expect was that he dodged a silver scythe shadow in front of him, but a scythe shadow flew out from behind him.

"Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom......"

It was as if the soul shadow of the Wind Dragon Ancestor was hidden in every silver flame tornado, and terrifying scythe shadows flew from all directions, dense as snowflakes flying in the sky!

"Poof!"

Even though he tried to dodge, he was slashed by a scythe. Blood splattered out, and in a moment, his figure flew out, and was swept into it by a silver flame tornado.

Inside the frantically swirling wind arm, his figure flew inconspicuously. As he flipped and swirled, he saw an eerie silver figure appear in the depths of the Silver Flame Tornado.

"Give your soul to your ancestor. The Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul said, "This Ancestor has given you a refreshing way to die, and you don't have to suffer this hellish torture anymore. ”

"Qilin Fourth Style, Ten Thousand Tribulations!" Under the extreme devastation, Ye Qingcheng gritted his teeth and shook his fist violently.

In an instant, a green, high-rise bulge appeared in the furiously swirling, mountain-thick silver flame tornado. Immediately after, the green bulge suddenly turned into a huge fist, and flew out fiercely against a tall and thin silver figure.

Then, the shadow of the green giant fist gradually disappeared, revealing the figure of Ye Qingcheng hidden inside. His fist went straight to the chest of the Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul, and when the power of the fist subsided, he suddenly turned into a fist. A reverse rotating vortex immediately appeared in the chest of the Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul, and Ye Qingcheng roared: "Thousand Transformation Palm Third Form, Reverse Current!"

His strongest beast taming technique is the Thousand Transformation Palm. However, none of his three moves, Qianhua Palm, have very strong lethality.

The power of the reverse rotation penetrated into the body of the Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul, but it did not transform its body. It was only a brief restriction of its time, which Ye Qingcheng had already expected. Qianhua Palm is not omnipotent, facing an opponent whose strength is much stronger than himself, even if it is Qianhua Palm, it is impossible to lay a victory.

This is his best chance, though. When the Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul was briefly confined, he swung the ancient sword violently and slashed out like a storm.

"Lotus Fury!" he roared ferociously.

The shadows of the blood lotus continued to bloom in the air, forming a row of spectacular flower shadows, which continued thousands of miles away.

Finally, at the end of the howling, chaotic wind, there was a hoarse shout: "Bloom!"

"Bang !!!!!!"

In an instant, a blood-colored giant pillar rose into the sky, and a super giant lotus blood shadow with a diameter of tens of thousands of zhang bloomed on the ground of ashes, blasting the earth into a chaotic blast of rocks and dust and smoke!

After a long time, a huge pit tens of thousands of zhang wide appeared on the earth, and the roaring silver flames rose in the huge pit, and the air was filled with silent ashes and dust. Ye Qingcheng was holding the Xuanxue Sword, panting and hanging in the air. Three feet in front of him was a ragged, tattered silver cloak, covered with slashing cracks, and wisps of silver, red smoke fluttered from the cracks.

The combo of the three different moves just now was Ye Qingcheng's most perfect combo so far, even the strongest person he had ever fought before, King Huoluo, would be shattered under this kind of move attack.

Although, he didn't know if this string of strongest combos would be able to kill the Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul, but he could at least guarantee that it would suffer a heavy blow.

"Still a little soul breath?" Ye Qingcheng keenly noticed that the breath of the Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul was still faintly emanating out. So, he flew over with the Xuanxue Sword.

As a result, a horrific scene appeared.

"Whoosh!" A lightning shadow flew towards the ground, followed by a swift scythe flickering rapidly.

"Poof!!"

A silver scythe fiercely pierced Ye Qingcheng's chest and hooked his body.

Blood flowed out of his mouth, and he screamed in horror and said, "Under this kind of attack, why hasn't your strength diminished at all?"

Unleashed that series of moves, he was exhausted, and his opponent was hit without landing on the ground, but he still had such a swift counterattack?!

Suddenly, cracks appeared on the robe of the Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul, and blood appeared strangely, and then it healed quickly. In the blink of an eye, its body healed as if it had not suffered any injuries.

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