"What kind of trick is this?"

With such a method, even if it was a genuine eighth-level spiritual master, a look of curiosity appeared on his face at this moment.

He could clearly feel that his spiritual power seemed to have lost contact with himself at this moment, and fell into some unknown space, the distance was distorted, and it was obviously just close at hand, but the spiritual power that was filled with a strong breath of death could not touch that kid at all!

"No wonder the president wants us to capture you alive, it seems that you have some unusual secrets on you......

The look of surprise on the face of the eighth-level spiritual master was just a flash, he immediately returned to normal, chuckled, looked at the sword light in front of him, did not dodge or dodge, raised his hand and grabbed it, it seemed to be weak and weak, but under this grasp, a large amount of ink spread out from his palm, and instantly surrounded that sword light.

"A little guy whose qi and blood are so weak would dare to ...... me Huh?"

The man in the trench coat felt the weakness of the crimson sword light under the control of his spiritual power, and smiled disdainfully, but before the laughter completely fell, his complexion changed suddenly, and between raising his hand, a large area of pitch-black spiritual power shot out.

Rumble!

The crimson sword blade that was originally wrapped in the pitch-black spiritual power suddenly burst out with a terrifying and boundless aura at this moment, and the sword seemed to come to life in an instant, and the sword roared like a dragon's roar, tearing apart the pitch-black spiritual power, but it failed to fall on the spiritual master, but was shocked by the countless spiritual thoughts that he punched out with a wave of his hand, and even Wang Yan retreated again and again.

Before Wang Yan's footsteps stopped, an extremely fierce chill suddenly rose from behind him, and he didn't have time to think about it, and the sun hanging in his hand slashed backwards.

Roar!

Almost at the same time as he slashed his sword backwards, the pitch-black void behind him squirmed, and a pitch-black mouth opened, filling the air of death from behind, biting towards Wang Ash.

Boom!

This sword is a blow condensed at the peak of Wang Yan's spirit and spirit, and when it was cut out, it was obviously just a sword, but there was a continuous clanging sound, and in that crimson sword light, there seemed to be thousands of sharp swords clanging at the same time, like ten thousand dragons roaring in unison, and suddenly slashed towards the pitch-black mouth behind him.

Silently, this sword that condensed Wang Yan's peak spirit was swallowed up silently by the pitch-black mouth, without a trace of collision sound, like a mud cow entering the sea, and it couldn't even splash a trace of waves, and the pitch-black mouth seemed to be unhindered, slamming into Wang Yan's body, and suddenly snapped down.

Burst!

Wang Yan had already resisted with all his might, but under this blow, he still flew out uncontrollably, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, and his whole body almost felt like it was about to fall apart.

"Damn...... The power gap is too big......

Wang Yan struggled to support his body, feeling as if his internal organs were all turning over the river and the sea.

His sword, which almost condensed all its strength, was swallowed up by the spirit master in such an ancient way, and it was unable to cause the slightest damage to the other party.

And that Tai Sui Hui Spiritual Master just hit it casually, not only did he easily take Wang Yan's blow, but even directly knocked Wang Yan out, this kind of power was already completely crushed!

"Such a weak qi and blood, dare to show his claws to me?"

The man in the trench coat slowly descended from the sky, laughing, as if he was looking at Wang Yan who was barely supporting himself to stand up, as if he was looking at a water dog, and when he slowly raised his hand, suddenly, Wang Ember only felt that his breathing became extremely difficult for a moment, and the four voids of this space seemed to turn into an invisible big hand at this moment, holding Wang Ember in the center, and the bones all over his body made an overwhelming squeezing sound in an instant, as if they were going to be completely shattered in the next moment.

Wang Yan's face instantly turned sickly pale, he had difficulty breathing to the extreme, and he made a difficult ho-ho sound in his throat, and he was no longer able to breathe in air.

"Boy, hold on!"

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Jiang Feng on the side also noticed Wang Yan's difficult situation at this moment, and when he roared, he struggled to force away the monster covered in fishy slime in front of him.

But now he has lost his command-level combat power, and now he can barely maintain the combat power of the grandmaster-level, and being able to remain undefeated under the attack of that monster is already the limit, let alone repel that monster.

"It's hard to protect yourself, and you still care about others?"

The trench coat man smiled, and from beginning to end, he looked breezy and calm, as if he hadn't done his best at all.

And in fact, it is true, from beginning to end, he is like a cat and a mouse playing with Wang Yan and the two of them, coupled with the pressure given by the suppression, he has not dared to use too much power, even the rest of the more powerful monsters he has cultivated in this domain, he does not dare to release them all.

But even so, even if he was only able to use a small part of his strength to clean up Wang Yan and Jiang Feng, it was already as easy as a finger.

"Now, you'd better honestly give up the struggle and come with me to see the president......

He slowly walked up to Wang Ash, who almost didn't even have the ability to struggle, and raised his hand to press Wang Ash's forehead, and the black qi in his palm surged, as if it was some kind of parasite, trying to burrow into Wang Ash's skull.

"When *** has taken control of your divine sense, and you get the way you seem to be able to distort distance, it's not too late to hand you over to the president......

He had a smile on his face that was already determined to win, as if everything was already under control.

However, the smile on his face had just emerged, and he saw Wang Yan, who had looked extremely weak in the last second, and had not even the slightest ability to struggle, and suddenly, those eyes became deep and vast in an instant, as if there was an ocean surging!

Not good!

Almost just when such a strong warning appeared in the windbreaker man's mind, he suddenly felt that his brain suddenly sank, as if he had been hit in the back of the head by an invisible sledgehammer, and the spiritual power of the whole person was actually scattered a little in an instant!

How is this possible?!

The moment his mental power was weakened, his mind was also filled with endless shocks in an instant.

What kind of power is that? He was able to break through the protection of the eighth-level spiritual power around his body? Even silently, let his mental power appear to be dissipated for a moment?

You must know that he is a genuine eighth-level spiritual master, and even among the eighth-level spiritual masters, he is by no means mediocre, even if an ordinary eighth-level spiritual master comes, a head-on confrontation may not be able to make his spiritual power appear so sluggish.

And this kid in front of him ...... is clearly not a spiritual master, and even in his perception, even his qi and blood are extremely weak.

How did he manage to make his mental power slack for a moment?

What kind of power is that? Why do you give yourself a sense of indescribable vastness? Didn't even have time to guard against it with your own mental power?

One question after another appeared in the heart of the man in the trench coat, but although he was shocked, as a true eighth-level spiritual master, he reacted quickly, and in a very short period of time, he tried to gather some of his spiritual power that had collapsed.

It's just that he has just come back to his senses, and there is already a sharp crimson sword light in front of him!

"Give me all my might!"

Wang Yan's eyes were cold, and although his face was pale, there was a fierce fighting spirit burning like a flame in his eyes.

He instantly defeated the little spiritual power of the man in the trench coat, not others, but the power of his own divine sense.

Now in the dream world, although he has not yet stepped into the realm of delusion, but regardless of the difference in the Dao rules, he is actually the same as a real delusional monk.

The power of divine consciousness has naturally made great progress.

Now the power of his divine consciousness is far more vast than a month ago, but even so, if it is a head-to-head duel, with the power of his divine sense,

I'm afraid it's not the match for this trench coat man at all.

From the very beginning of the fight, Wang Ember always kept his biggest killer weapon for spiritual masters, and only attacked with swordsmanship, showing the enemy weakness, so that the man in the trench coat relaxed his vigilance.

And the man in the trench coat was really careless, mistakenly thinking that Wang Ember did not have any power to fight back, and carelessly, he let down all his guard and wanted to control Wang Ember's consciousness, but Wang Ember seized the opportunity to defeat his spiritual defense line in one fell swoop!

At this moment, the timing of Wang Yan's shot was just right, the spiritual power of the man in the windbreaker was crushed for a moment, and he had not fully recovered, and Wang Ye's shot at this time was when the man's old power had been exhausted and the new power had not yet been born!

This sword is bound to win!

"Cunning as a thief boy!"

It's just that, as an eighth-level spiritual master, even if the man in the trench coat was successfully attacked by Wang Yan, he was by no means able to subdue it so easily.

He roared, and suddenly a black cloud of black gas evaporated from his temples, as if covered by Mount Tai, and suddenly crashed into Wang Yan's sword.

While!

As if gold and iron collided, Wang Yan's whole person flew out upside down again, and fell to the ground, his chest was faintly dented, and his sternum had been broken.

However, although there was a painful look on his face, there was more of a sneer.

From beginning to end, he had never had such an unrealistic idea of killing the man in the trench coat.

From the beginning to the end, his goal in fighting was to delay time and create enough movement to attract the arrival of repressors who patrolled the area.

It is impossible for an ordinary battle to attract the arrival of the suppression envoy, what a big man the suppression envoy is, and there are all kinds of opportunities, unless it is a battle fluctuation above level eight, it can attract the attention of the suppression envoy.

However, at that moment, in order to block Wang Yan's attack, the eighth-level aura that the man in the trench coat had originally tried his best to suppress finally leaked out uncontrollably!