Chapter 602: Battle Spirit (1)

It was like a temple of rain, and sparse drops of blood were dripping down from above. txt full works download (first release) The bloody red light filled the ancient hall, turning it into a bloody space.

Ye Qingcheng's back sat stiffly on the Lei Ling throne, his eyes were hollow, like a blind man, and one hand was holding Liu Beishui's wrist.

"North Water. His mouth was still open, and the sound was not coming from his throat, but from his soul.

Hearing this faint voice, Liu Beishui immediately concentrated and said, "Big brother!"

"Whatever happens, don't take it off. A weak voice came.

"Big brother, you"

"It's too late to give up now. Next, the left scale vine will stimulate the potential of my soul and let me continue to fight, even if I die in battle, I have no regrets, but you can't give up for me. ”

"Got it. Liu Beishui nodded vigorously and said, "I will always be by your side!"

Ye Qingcheng's hand slowly loosened, and his straight body relaxed slightly. Then, cyan vines the thickness of fingers stretched out from his body, like the color of tree roots, wrapping his body and limbs around the Thunder Spirit Throne. This is the vine conjured up by the left scale vine, it is the Soul Devouring Holy Vine, and it has many functions that Liu Beishui can't understand.

Cyan vines, like cyan blood vessels, stretched out from Ye Qingcheng's body, and then beat with the rhythm of his soul.

Although Liu Beishui didn't know how to stimulate the potential of his soul, this was definitely Ye Qingcheng's last move. Ye Qingcheng treats battles, unlike Wei Chiyan, who has always been prepared to fight, and this move should be kept to deal with the Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul. Read the full text of the latest chapter, that is, success or failure is in this final battle.

Wait for one by one Qingteng to appear and wrap around Ye Qingcheng's body. His condition improved slightly, and his disordered, faint breath gradually recovered. He closed his eyes silently, and although he was a wolf, his demeanor was resolute and calm, like a soldier who left his brother and stepped out of the city gate to the battlefield, leaving behind his unhesitating back. Finally, he said goodbye with a soulful voice, "Beishui, witness it for me." ”

............

Ashes, ashes everywhere.

The dense turbid smoke formed a thick cloud of accumulated dust, obscuring the vast starry sky. The dark earth was filled with turbid smoke, and the hideous mountains were scattered with fine ashes.

The world went from flourishing to withering, then to decaying, and finally to ashes, with no trace of life left.

When all of them are dead, there is no longer a concept of time. Everything withered, heaven and earth were incinerate, and the world was left with only dead silence.

The Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul hooked Ye Qingcheng with a short-handled sickle, and under the silver cloak and hood, a pair of hideous silver dragon eyes were condensed, staring at Ye Qingcheng's wolf body ferociously, and said: "Under the whole world, all living beings cannot withstand the destruction of eternal injuries. You are but a small subject of death, and when you disobey it, it will punish you with pain, make you repent, and finally humbly return to its arms. ”

"Is enough to say?" Suddenly, Ye Qingcheng swept away the decline, reached out and grabbed the wrist of the wind dragon soul, slowly raised his head, and his eyes turned into silver-white dragon eyes.

"And the power?" said the Wind Dragon Soul in surprise. Originally, it felt that Ye Qingcheng was a prey that was dying and slaughtered at will, but in this case, a strong battle intent appeared.

It raised its arm and threw it violently, and Ye Qingcheng's body immediately rolled out.

Ye Qingcheng rolled out a cloud of smoke and dust on the ground covered with ashes, and finally landed on one knee, supporting the ground with one hand, and stretched out his other hand. Not far away, the Qingfeng Sword that was diagonally inserted on the ground immediately flew over, and after being held by him, the Qingfeng Sword immediately transformed into a Xuanxue Sword.

This is the last battle, in addition to the pain on his body, his spiritual power and strength have returned to the stage when he entered the temple.

"What a thoughtful guy. The Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul approvingly: "In this case, you can keep your hole cards." ”

"If I don't leave a hole card, what will I do to fight with you?" Ye Qingcheng held the ancient sword in one hand, looked up at the Wind Dragon Soul, and said hoarsely. In a normal battle, using the Left Scale Vine to stimulate the soul potential would not have much effect. It is only in this battle of ideas that the soul is stimulated, and the mind becomes strong.

"It's kind of interesting. Although he is not as shrewd as the previous challenger (Yongmen Gushou), he is also a bit of a brain. The Wind Dragon Soul waved his arms downward, held the handle of the sickle with his backhand, and said, "Try to resist as much as possible, the more you struggle, the more you can stimulate the ancestor's desire to kill." ”

With that, a circle of silver strong wind swirled around the feet of the wind dragon soul, and it walked towards Ye Qingcheng, a fierce wind, carrying chaotic ashes, like the fierce waves of the angry sea, slammed out.

Ye Qingcheng immediately stood up, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and erected the sword in front of him, and a layer of spirit shield flashing with thunder suddenly condensed in front of him.

However, under the impact of the ash wind, even with all his strength, he was still blown back quickly.

Just when he was about to be unable to resist, he suddenly flew back a few steps, and then raised the ancient sword with one hand, and roared fiercely: "Break!"

"Click!!"

A terrifying sword shadow slashed out a thunderbolt in the strong wind of the impacting ashes. The strong wind of ashes suddenly exploded into a crack, and then roared like two rows of angry waves, roaring to the left and right. At the same time, a deep crack appeared on the earth, and under the crack was hidden a silver wind spirit flame, which spewed up like earth fire.

Immediately after, Ye Qingcheng stepped on the spurting wind spirit silver flame, and his figure rushed over fiercely like a shark breaking the waves.

"Qiang!!" the sound of gold and iron rang out, and the fierce Xuanxue Sword slammed into the eternal wounded scythe in the hand of the Wind Dragon Soul, and was steadily resisted.

Then, the Wind Dragon Soul swung its other arm, and another scythe slashed towards Ye Qingcheng's head.

"Bang!" In the spurting silver flame, a circle of silver smoke scars exploded, and Ye Qingcheng flew out quickly.

However, the silver figure of the Wind Dragon Soul was as swift as the wind. No sooner had he stepped back than it slashed at it with lightning bolts.

"Qiang!!" A heavy blow slashed quickly, and although Ye Qingcheng barely resisted, he was hit and flew out. At the same time, the Wind Dragon Spirit flew over again, swinging its sharp scythe and slashing down.

"Qiang!Qiang!Qiang!Qiang!Qiang!Qiang!Qiang!......"

It's like a fierce hunter who plays with its prey. The seemingly slender and tall figure of the Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul burst out with unimaginable force, causing Ye Qingcheng to retreat again and again. Every attack, like the impact of a mountain, was unimaginably strong.

"Lotus Fury!" As the wolf flew back, a crack in the air suddenly cracked under Ye Qingcheng's feet, and then, he swung the ancient sword with all his might, hitting the Eternal Wound Scythe.

In an instant, a blood-colored lotus flower bloomed among them. The ferocious force once again shook Ye Qingcheng away, and the Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul was also shocked and slipped back three steps. This move made it look at Ye Qingcheng with admiration, and said in surprise: "Finally show your poor minions." ”

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