How powerful are the three bronze corpse-like warrior souls combined?

At the very least, Wu Xuanlin thought that he didn't have the strength to face three soldier souls at the same time in his personal state.

But now Yang Hong, facing the three soldier souls, didn't blink his eyes.

It's just a few short rounds.

The three soldiers have already died in Yang Hong's Qiankun circle, showing Nezha's fierceness.

From Nezha's upper body to the present, the time before and after adds up to a minute at most.

There were already four soldier souls who died in Yang Hong's hands.

His record is too much stronger than Shangguan Jinghui.

All the people looked sideways and had a new understanding of Yang Hong.

Shangguan Jinghui, who had just taken a look at it, looked at Yang Hong's might.

He felt like he had eaten a dead fly, and he was really suffocating.

He felt like he was really deflated today.

First, the focus was snatched away by Wu Xuanlin, and he became a foil, which already made him very unaccustomed.

I finally made a big move, and I was able to get back a little.

But before the limelight was enough, he was snatched away by Yang Hong, a person who can't hold back his farts on weekdays.

Watching Yang Hong fight majestically with the soul of the soldiers.

In the face of Yang Hong's record, he really wanted to cry without tears.

Yang Hong didn't know what Shangguan Jinghui was thinking.

didn't realize that he had completely stolen the limelight from Shangguan Jinghui.

He just wanted to kill as many souls as he could.

The divine power he invited down was limited, and he wanted to kill as many enemies as possible with limited time and strength.

It's a pity that after destroying the four soldier souls, he is also about to reach his limit.

There was not much divine power left in his body, and he wasn't sure if he could kill another soldier soul.

For this reason, he directly made a last effort and threw the Qiankun circle towards a soldier soul.

As it turned out, Yang Hong's luck was quite good.

The Qiankun circle smashed on the top of a soldier's head.

In an instant, his head was smashed into the flowers, and he dissipated into the air.

This last move added another stroke to Yang Hong's record.

One person eliminated five soldier souls, and Yang Hong was in the limelight.

As for Shangguan Jinghui, who had the previous scenery, he wanted to hide in the corner of the wall and draw circles.

He was really struck.

If you can't compare to Wu Xuanlin, you can't forget it, but you are still compared to Yang Hongdu.

He felt that there was really no place to put his face.

……

Of the nine soldier souls, Shangguan Jinghui eliminated two, and Yang Hong killed five by himself.

The remaining two couldn't afford to stir up much wind and waves, and they were directly beaten to death.

After a battle, the evil soul mage lost nine carefully cultivated soldier souls.

Wu Xuanlin's side can almost be said to have lost three combat powers.

Shangguan Jinghui and Yang Hong were overconsumed, and it was not appropriate to continue fighting.

And Kong Huifang Qiuyan was injured because of her injury, which made her already not very strong combat effectiveness even more reduced.

On the battlefield, it doesn't help much.

However, before Wu Xuanlin and the others could recover from the joy of killing the nine soldier souls.

Hou Ding's voice came.

"You guys are very good, I did underestimate you a little before."

"From now on, I will fight you seriously, I hope you don't let me down."

The loss of nine carefully cultivated soldier souls, the evil soul mage is also very painful.

However, now is clearly not the time to be sad.

After seeing the hole cards of this group of young people, his fighting spirit was also stimulated.

As he said, Wu Xuanlin's strength is already worth his attention.

He had now lost, nine well-cultivated and soldier souls.

and more than a dozen hundred-year-old ghosts that were collected with great difficulty.

If he loses a little more, no matter how rich his net worth is, it will hurt his muscles and bones.

The Evil Soul Mage after speaking.

didn't give Wu Xuanlin time to react at all, and the soul jar in his hand had already been opened.

Suddenly, a group of unjust ghosts screamed and flew out of the soul jar, the number was very huge, hundreds or thousands.

One by one, the ghosts rushed out of the soul jar, some of them were scattered, some of them had elongated tongues, and some of them had blue-faced fangs......

If this scene were seen by ordinary people, they would definitely be scared half to death.

Even Wu Xuanlin and the others were a little nervous when they saw this scene.

These unjust ghosts had just absorbed the blood of the evil soul mage, and it was the most ferocious time.

Now that so many evil spirits have been released, the entire parking lot is furious.

Under this ferocious aura, even the evil soul mage himself was a little uncomfortable, let alone his Kong Huifang's person.

Mao Xiaofeng and the others looked at such a group of fierce ghosts.

Under the huge ferocious aura, their faces were a little pale.

Only Wu Xuanlin, in the face of so much ferocity, had nothing to do.

On the contrary, I feel that this breath is not bad.

Looking at Wu Xuanlin's relaxed appearance, everyone's faces were a little strange, and they didn't understand why Wu Xuanlin was like this.

However, before they could ask any more questions, the group of unjust ghosts had already pounced on them.

Looking at the overwhelming ghosts, Wu Xuanlin and the others were also nervous.

Even many people's palms are already sweating.

They weren't afraid of these ghosts, but they finally felt the horror of this evil soul mage.

He's an army alone.

If you want to deal with the evil spirit mage, you must have many conflicts.

Defeat wave after wave of enemies, or you won't even be able to get close.

It can be said that this way of fighting is quite Laipi.

The most painful thing is that it is not known how long such a battle will last.

If it continues like this, the opponent will come in waves.

Even if you can't touch the enemy, you don't have to fight, you're tired to death.

Wu Xuanlin, who likes to punch to the flesh, hates this kind of summoning enemy the most.

Wave after wave of opponents, but without being able to inflict the slightest damage on the real enemy.

Really, you can be as depressed as you want.

However, no matter how depressed you are, you still have to focus on the battle in front of you.

No matter how weak the opponent is, there can be no distraction when fighting.

Looking at the large number of unjust ghosts, Wu Xuanlin and them were a little worried.

With so many enemies, if you fight them one by one, you don't know how long you will fight.

Even if they are really cleaned up, I'm afraid that even if they are tired, they will be tired.

Obviously, in this situation, it is obviously impossible not to make a big move.

However, when it was time to do it, they were a little hesitant and felt a little difficult to do.

Mao Xiaofeng and the others glanced at each other, which clearly meant to ask who would strike first.

They know it in their hearts.

These ghosts can't be the final hole cards of the evil soul mage, and they must be left with a little means to deal with him.

Moreover, after using the ultimate, there may be some danger, which makes it a little difficult for them to make a move.