"Look! Wind Attack...... This ...... How is this possible!"

"What the hell is going on? What level of soul art is that?"

"Oh my God! he actually absorbed a whole spirit stone, what a strong meditation power!"

The pumping sound fluctuated, and the three high-level killers in the back could no longer be reserved. The original contempt and contempt were all crushed at this moment by a pair of demonic hands that poured out of the ground. All shocked!

Lan Shuang'er and Le Shi looked at this scene in horror, and forgot what they were going to say for a while.

They are also soul cultivators, and they know very well that Zhuo Yifan's meditation power has far surpassed them, and even surpassed the windmill snow.

This pervert, without any preparation, really refined a level 3 spirit stone alive!

"Divine teammate, what height have you reached now? It's too fierce, isn't it? This is a blow from the Jindan Secret Realm, even if it is a turn of the Jindan, the power of a hundred elephants is not something that ordinary monks can withstand!"

"I can't talk about the height, I'm not at the level of a demon. Zhuo Yifan smiled slightly.

The defensive inheritance of the Shura Dao - The Hand of Shura is the most basic defensive soul technique. If it were the original him, he might still be glad to have such a strong defense. But after experiencing soul piercing, this small power has long been selectively ignored by him. As for the sudden attack of the windmill snow, it was even more difficult to make him panic.

On Earth, Soul War trains him to concentrate all the time, and the slightest slackening will give the enemy a chance to take advantage of it and hurt himself.

In the soul war without gunpowder, Zhuo Yifan once used this trick "Shura's Hand" to protect tens of thousands of his clansmen. Withstand the continuous blows of peerless masters with a meditation power of more than a thousand, and stand undefeated. Of course, this power can only be unleashed by evolving the "Hand of Shura" to the extreme. Comparable to the power of the gods!

The experience of soul penetrating the earth has allowed him to see too many strong people, too many magical technologies, and see bigger and stronger voices than this. A mere claw is not an attack at all.

Not only the windmill snow, I am afraid that the people present would not have thought that what was standing in front of them now was an expert-level figure who had already experienced a hundred years of soul cultivation and was extremely experienced.

Therefore, in the face of the attack of the windmill snow, Zhuo Yifan was even able to indifferently take the time to pull Le Shi and Lan Shuang'er to his side, and then cast the most basic "Shura Hand" in the Shura Dao defense inheritance.

Although it seems to be a lot of effort, it seems to have been brewing for a long time, but Zhuo Yifan skillfully manipulated the meditation power to summon the "Shura Hand" after masterfully controlling the time, and the time was also controlled very well, and it did not consume too much meditation power, almost in the moment after resisting the attack of the windmill snow, the power of the Shura Hand was also exhausted, and finally disappeared into the void.

After the soul is pierced, not only the experience, but also the control of the meditation power is more than one level greater than before.

"Windmill Snow, I remember that you Red Shadow can't act at night, and if you act without permission, that is to defeat the rules of the Blood Prison!"

"Aizen, this bad old man has told you a lot of things. What are the rules?"

Windmill Xue let out a long roar, with a fierce look in his eyes: "I'm the rule! You can avoid the chase and kill my subordinates, you are amazing! It's not bad that Red Shadow can't act without permission at night." But there is no law here, and I have the final say on who I want to kill, even if it is the general team!

"Haha! The Wind Team is right, that old man has a beautiful granddaughter, why don't you leave it to us to play with?" The killer knew that Windmill Snow hadn't used all his strength yet, and he also recovered from the brief shock and became unscrupulous.

"A group of bastards! Pretending to be a master, revealing the essence of pretending to be a coercion!" Le Shi opened his teeth and was about to go up with his sleeve, but one hand held him down, it was Zhuo Yifan's hand.

"Stay by my side, you're no match for him. Zhuo Yifan patted Le Shi's shoulder, and at the same time saw the fleeting loss in Le Shi's eyes. Fortunately, Lan Shuang'er, a clever ghost, was quite understanding and comforted on the side.

"Black fat man, in fact, you are not so bad......"

"Ah?......" Le Shi was stunned, unable to hear whether he was praising him or hurting him.

"The gap between you and Brother Yifan is actually very small, that is, the strength is a little worse, the defense is a little worse, the speed is a little worse, the meditation is a little worse, the peach blossom luck is a little worse, the character is a little worse, and the length is a little worse...... That's it......"

"......" Hearing Lan Shuang'er's words, Le Shi's face was black, but it did seem that he was in a better mood than just now. Lan Shuang'er's kind of rhetorical encouragement is probably acceptable to the monster Le Shi.

"Look for death!"

Windmill Snow glared at the three of them angrily, her eyes full of hideousness. Standing here, a great master of the Jindan Secret Realm, he was actually ignored? This is a naked insult!

"With my current strength, I really can't kill you, but don't want to hurt me at all!" Zhuo Yifan didn't care about the hostility of the windmill snow at all, and immediately opened his posture, and the rolling meditation power was released from the spiritual brain. With his current meditation power, although he can't make up for the gap in the realm, it is not a problem at all to protect himself.

"If the soul passes back to the earth, the perception and memory of the soul can also be synchronized, and the spiritual brain realm can be improved, and the meditation power can be raised to a higher level. You may be able to use meditation to crush the windmill snow into a pulp. However, it is a pity that this memory has not been copied, and it is still necessary to rely on his own strength to re-feel the mystery of the soul. "Zhuo Yifan really wanted to wipe out the person in front of him directly!

"What a strong spiritual pressure!"

Windmill Snow's eyes were full of surprise, if he wasn't in the realm of Jindan, he would be crushed to death by this soul pressure.

In an instant, Windmill Snow's idea of killing Zhuo Yifan intensified: "Since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you!

The powerful power surged out of the body of the windmill snow, and the red robe sounded with the spiritual power to encourage hunting.

Rumble!

The windmill snow punched out, the cold wind whistling around, the spiritual power blowing on the face, it seemed to have the power to destroy a qiē, Zhuo Yifan saw the green spiritual power condensed into a turquoise Yin Han hand knife on his palm, and stirred like a spiral. This is a general-level spiritual skill: Blizzard's Killing Force!

"Type 1: Blizzard is silent!"

The spiritual power on the palm of the right hand of the windmill suddenly rioted, and it flew out with a "boom", and the place where the wind sound passed by, there was a piercing sound, as if it had been violently rubbed, and it had a powerful energy. And vaguely, Zhuo Yifan could inadvertently perceive that the place where this powerful tornado swept by, it actually condensed the moisture in the air into solid icicles, and rolled into it along with the strength, invisibly enhancing the destructive power.

"What a move, Blizzard is silent! Look at my Shura's hand!"

A spiritual trick was pinched out of his hand, and a pair of five-fingered hands full of demon talismans appeared out of thin air again. Seeing this trick "Wind and Snow Invisible" with the power of two hundred elephants, Windmill Xue sneered proudly: Stinky boy, no matter how strong the soul of the bad old man surnamed Lan is, can he still resist my blizzard killing power?

It's just that before he could finish his triumph, the green tornado of the "Wind and Snow Invisible" collided with the "Hand of Shura", making a loud noise, and a large area of cold mist flew everywhere with the overflowing energy, and when the dust settled, the windmill snow couldn't believe his eyes.

The power of the two hundred elephants was completely useless, and under that strange protection, these three people were still talking and laughing, and they were there, completely ignoring his attack.

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