"Purple clothes...... It seemed to be even more powerful than I expected, no wonder my arm was shattered by a blow that I had weakened. Knowing that the other party was a member of the Chess Sect, Di Shuye's heart sank suddenly.

"Say, who killed Xiang Nanfei? With your strength, there may be that possibility in another ten years, but what is the current strength, ...... the man in purple stepped forward, his deep eyes glowing with a cold light, staring at Di Shuye like a poisonous snake.

"I said, can you spare me not to die?" Di Shuye asked rhetorically, his right hand lightly ** his left wrist.

"That's right, you said, it's also a death. The man in purple glanced at Di Shuye's right hand, and chuckled, a small Wenqu star, in front of him, any trick is a paper tiger.

"Since it's also death, do I have to say it?" Di Shuye sneered, but he was thinking quickly in his heart: With so many masters in the eyes of heaven and earth, isn't there an elder of Huangquan Academy? At this moment, the only thing he can rely on is the void pot space, but in this small secret room, if he wants to hide in the void pot space in front of a saint who is at least six stars and 'play missing', it seems that the success rate is not very large, after all, the space fluctuation at that moment cannot hide the perception of the six-star saint at all.

"If you say it, I can make your death a little faster..."The man in purple seemed unhurried, unhurried, and said again: "But... As far as I know, you have the Blue Wood Spirit of the Qin Sect on you, right?"

"Blue Wood Spirit?" Di Shuye's heart froze, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face, and he said in surprise.

"Kid, kid, do you still want to play tricks in front of me? No matter who killed Xiang Nanfei or not, you have to die, but if you hand over the Blue Wood Spirit to me, I can spare your life, not only that, but I will also let you mix up in this Yellow Springs Academy, how about it?"

The purple-clothed man's attitude changed drastically, but he made a fatal mistake, and his words were undoubtedly telling Di Shuye that the Blue Wood Spirit was very important to him!

With a disdainful smile in his heart, Di Shuye said secretly: "This old man either relied on his strength to say these words, or he was a fool......"

Before the clinker thought about it, the man in purple smiled: "Don't think that you have what I want in your hands, just because you have a bargaining chip to negotiate with me, I dare to say so, so I have my own means to concoct you, I will do it!"

Sighing secretly, Di Shuye was helpless for a while, which old thing can be above the six-star saint, which is a fuel-efficient lamp?

"To tell you the truth, the blue wood spirit in my hand has already been taken away......" Di Shuye's face flashed with a hint of grief and indignation, and he sighed.

"It seems that you are insisting on begging for death?" The purple-clothed man's eyes suddenly widened with rage, and a chilling momentum overwhelmingly pressed towards Di Shuye, and then his right hand reached out, his arm swelled, and his five fingers shook, grabbing Di Shuye's neck like lightning.

The cold light flashed, Di Shuye's soul sword was in his hand, and the soul power was infused into it, from the bottom to the top, straight in front of him, and the blade of the sword was against the palm of the hand, reflecting the faint white light of the indoor moonstone, and the light of the light red sè appeared.

The purple-clothed man held his palm, and the claws that were originally open like eagle claws shrank suddenly, his middle finger was bent, interlocked with his thumb, and his wrist turned, and he gently flicked towards the body of the Soul Dementor Sword.

"Hum" There was a loud buzzing sound in the whole ear, Di Shuye's right hand trembled, and the soul sword was almost out of his hand, and the strength of the opponent's at least six-star saint was really invincible, but he still protected the vital points of his body.

"Dementors!"

With a roar in his heart, the dementor sword moved with his heart, the red light skyrocketed, and a strange red light flashed from the dementor sword, instantly climbing up the thin middle finger of the man in purple, instantly on his arm, and rushed into the body of the man in purple in the blink of an eye.

Soul dementor, not long ago, Di Shuye discovered a major ability of the soul sword, but he can only control the soul sword to carry out this attack at present, and if he wants more, his soul power will be insufficient.

Although he didn't know what this red light was, the sense of danger that surged in the purple-clothed man's heart still made him take two steps back quickly, and at the same time, the extremely strong cultivation power swept through his body, converging together and slamming into the rapidly spreading red light.

"It's not good, it's a soul attack!"

When the two met, the red light was like entering a no-man's land, and the cultivation power did not play any role in resisting at all, and the man in purple knew in an instant that this red light should be a soul attack. When jīng's divine power was running wildly, that ray of red light had already swept into his brain like a devastating one, heading straight for the sea of consciousness.

"Chess soul, out!"

The red light accompanied by a trace of Di Shuye's soul power rushed to the edge of the opponent's sea of consciousness, but was blocked by a white mist, the two collided together, the red light was knocked back for a distance, and the two confronted each other for a long time, and the red light suddenly flickered and crashed into the white mist again. The red light is not Di Shuye's soul attack, but the ability of the soul sword.

Dementors!

"Is this the chess soul? Bai Sè chess soul, it seems that this purple-clothed man is in the same vein as the chess sect Go, and I don't know when he arrived at Huangquan Academy. With his mind racing, Di Shuye vaguely confirmed the identity of this person.

In the interval between the stalemate between the power of the dementor sword and the opponent's chess soul, the demon erhu in Di Shuye's hand appeared, and the soul dementor sword 'Zheng' returned to the position of the head of the demon erhu body.

The right hand moved slightly, the bamboo bow trembled slightly, and he took a sharp breath. The piano and the song played at the same time: "Love is too deep, the soul is broken......"

The instrumental and vocal music are combined, and the sound blade and sound waves are combined into one, turning into a sharp spear, and the gray soul power on the tip of the spear is swirling, which is the real soul attack of Di Shuye.

The other party is at least a master of a six-star saint or above, Di Shuye does not dare to give the other party any chance at all, and as soon as he makes a move, he is his strongest attack, "Funeral Requiem".

The so-called first strike, then preemptive, Di Shuye's double attack came out in one, and the man in purple sounded at this time This kid was originally from Qinzong.

The cultivation power surged out, and suddenly condensed in front of him into a white Go chess piece like a substance. With a wave of the thin palm, the white sè chess pieces swelled, and in an instant, a huge wall of white sè was formed in front of him.

There are still scruples in the sea of consciousness, and he does not dare to attack recklessly, so he can only defend passively.

The white sè energy chess piece was really strong, and the spear of Di Shuye's instrumental and vocal music slammed into the white sè 'wall' with a 'boom', but the seemingly ferocious blow failed to shake the opponent in the slightest.

The gap in level is something that can't be bridged by skill!

“... People who don't even want their lives..."The singing and piano sounds are endless, and after breaking through the late stage of Wenqu Xing, Di Shuye can already play this sentence. The sound wave of the sound blade fused again, and it was still a spear, followed by a spear, bombarding the white chess pieces.

"Just this attack, you still want to hurt me?" yīnyīn, the purple-clothed man, smiled, seeing that Di Shuye's attack could not break through his own chess piece defense, he hurriedly observed the situation of the confrontation between the chess soul and the red light, and jīng's divine power was transported out, wrapped in the red light of the chess soul against the dementor sword, and he was determined to destroy this mysterious red light, obviously he was quite afraid of this red light.

With the addition of his jīng divine power, the momentum of the chess soul increased sharply, and he took the lead in attacking, stabbing fiercely at the surrounding red light.

"Dementor!" Di Shuye's soul power remaining in the red light sensitively sensed that the other party was mobilizing jīng's divine power to fight, and immediately gave an order. At the same time, his hand did not stop, and his mouth was still the same: "You turn around, you want me to ......" The piano stopped abruptly, and the singing suddenly stopped, with his current cultivation, he could only play these few bars.

"But, that's enough!" said a cold smile in his heart.

The third spear condensed and stabbed at the white chess piece again. Di Shuye's move was like a counterattack in desperation, knowing that he couldn't break through the defense of the opponent's chess pieces, but he still attacked over and over again, and he didn't seem to see his spear shattered.

But is that really the case?

The purple-clothed man mistakenly thought that the red light that rushed to the edge of the sea of consciousness was Di Shuye's soul attack, and what was blocked by his own energy chess piece was just a cultivation power attack, and just now he used all of his jīng divine power to destroy the red light.

He didn't notice at all that when Di Shuye's third spear shattered, a gray and white sè energy, under the cover of his white sè chess piece, quietly penetrated the white sè energy chess piece, and slowly rushed towards his arm.

At this moment, the purple-clothed man was trying his best to deal with the red light, and he didn't notice that this white sè energy was rushing into his body.

"This kid's soul attack is really peculiar, it turned out to be blood red, no, this... It doesn't seem to be a soul attack..."The purple-clothed man, who was trying his best to deal with the red light, suddenly changed his face. At the edge of the sea of consciousness, the red light that was about to be wrapped in his own chess soul and jīng's divine power jumped up violently, but instead of running away, he ...... Offensive.

As if receiving an order, the red light flashed up, and the seemingly small wisp of red light, once it touched the jīng divine power that surrounded it, it skyrocketed in an instant, like a poisonous snake, quickly devouring its soul power. The person in purple was taken aback, and hurriedly commanded the chess soul to step forward, the red light of the clinker was extremely tricky, as if he knew that the chess soul was not easy to deal with, so he avoided the chess soul and specifically attacked the surrounding jīng divine power.

At this moment, the horns of the hunter and the prey were reversed, and in the blink of an eye, the jīng divine power that originally wanted to encircle and suppress the red light was swallowed up a lot by the red light. The purple-clothed man who was in a panic hurriedly used his jīng divine power to avoid it, and suddenly, a gray energy appeared on the edge of the sea of consciousness without warning, and rushed straight towards the sea of consciousness.

Naturally, it had just quietly rushed into his body, and Di Shuye was a real soul attack.

"The soul dementoring ability of the Soul Sword is really powerful, although this old thing was regarded as a soul attack at first, but even if he knew from the beginning that it was not a soul attack, it was not easy for him to resist. With a secret praise, Di Shuye no longer paid attention to the soul dementor, but wholeheartedly controlled the soul attack and attacked the opponent's sea of consciousness.

"Damn, who is this soul attack behind? Could it be that this kid is also this kid?" Hmph, you are my white twilight cloud" The purple-clothed man scolded angrily in his heart, but after all, he was a saint above six stars, although he was not shocked. Directly withdrawing the jīng divine power, the chess soul instantly formed a protective film over the sea of consciousness, protecting the sea of consciousness to the death. (To be continued.) )