"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, it may be possible to cultivate for another ten years, but what is the current strength, Ji Ji ......" The man in purple stepped forward, his deep eyes glowing with a cold 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 gently stroking 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.

", boy. Do you still want to play tricks in front of me? Today, whether you say or not who killed Xiang Nanfei, you will 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 make a mess 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 Blue Wood Spirit is very important to him!

I smiled disdainfully. Di Shuye said secretly: "This old man either relied on his strength to say these words, or he was a fool......

The clinker thought about it, and the man in purple smiled: "Don't think that you have what I want in your hands, just because you have a bargaining chip with me." I dare say that. You have your own means of concocting you. Boom!"

Sighing secretly, Di Shuye was helpless for a while, an old thing that could cultivate to a six-star saint or above. Which is the most fuel-efficient lamp?

"To tell you the truth, the Blue Wood Spirit in my hand has long been taken away......" Di Shuye sighed with a hint of grief and indignation flashing on his face.

"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 up, straight in front of him, and the blade was against the palm of the hand, reflecting the faint white light of the indoor moonstone, reflecting a light red light.

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 deafening humming sound, Di Shuye's right hand trembled, and the soul sword almost wanted to get rid of it, 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 quick steps back, 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 the spiritual power was running wildly, that ray of red light had already swept into his brain like a withering and decaying 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 faced each other for a long time, and the red light suddenly rushed 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? white chess soul, it seems that this purple-clothed man is in the line of Go from the Chess Sect, 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 one, and the sound blade and sound waves are combined into one, turning into a sharp spear, and the gray-white 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 into a white Go chess piece like a substance in front of him. With a wave of the thin palm, the white chess pieces swelled, and in an instant, a huge white wall 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 energy chess pieces were really strong, and Di Shuye's instrumental and vocal spear slammed into the white '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, do you still want to hurt me?" The man in purple smiled gloomily, seeing that Di Shuye's attack could not break through his own chess piece defense, he observed the situation of the confrontation between the chess soul and the red light in his busy schedule, and his spiritual power was transferred out, wrapped in the red light of the chess soul against the soul 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 spiritual 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 was sensitive to the opponent's mobilization of spiritual power, 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 coalesced and stabbed at the white 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 his spiritual power to destroy the red light.

He didn't notice at all that when Di Shuye's third spear shattered, a gray-white energy that seemed to be nothing, under the cover of his white chess piece, quietly penetrated the white 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 energy was rushing into his body.

"This kid's soul attack is really strange, 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 spiritual power jumped up violently, but instead of running away, he ...... Offensive.

As if receiving an order, the red light flashed up, and what seemed to be a small ray of red light, once it touched the surrounding spiritual power, 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 spiritual power.

At this moment, the roles of the hunter and the prey were reversed, but in the blink of an eye, the spiritual 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 spiritual power to avoid it, and suddenly, a gray-white 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 spiritual 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......)