Compared with Xiao Yan's understanding of Yao Wan, Yao Lao's understanding of Yao Wan is undoubtedly more profound.

Twenty-eight years of Dou Wang, this kind of cultivation is actually not the most dazzling talent in Yao Wan at all.

Because a race like them, because they were once born to reach the top of the Douqi Continent, they have also transformed their bloodline, and the people of blood relatives can directly become powerhouses that countless people look up to without even cultivating.

But this is a favor from the world, not a personal gift.

Although those ancient races are now self-contained, and have foolishly and superficially simply used blood concentration as the only criterion for measuring talent, this does not prevent the girl in front of her from being a true Tianjiao.

Cultivation and exercises are not the only criteria for measuring strength.

Yao Wan stood quietly in the air, slowly raised his hand, and then the air flow in his hand converged.

She held her left hand in a weak grip, and her right hand was pinched as a sword knuckle.

With a flash of light, the air flow held in her jade hand slowly converged into the shape of a sword.

"Soul Sword?"

Yao Lao snorted lightly, with surprise in his tone.

"Teacher, what kind of fighting skill is that?"

Xiao Yan didn't feel the fluctuation of the fighting qi, as if the medicine had stopped the operation of the fighting qi in his body for a while.

"That's not a fighting skill, but using soul power as a means of attacking, you can understand it as a fighting skill at the soul level."

Yao Lao shook his head, he only felt that this girl's talent was terrifying, and he really didn't know how the medicine clan could put such a Tianjiao girl outside and run around.

“…… I didn't expect that the physical strength of the girl was so strong, but she liked to use a sword. ”

Xiao Yan couldn't help but sigh as she watched the soul power turn into the outline of a long sword in her hand.

It's just that even though it is a long sword, it is inevitably too long, even if it is a rough estimate by the naked eye, the sword of the divine soul in Miss Wan's hand is as long as the Xuanzhong ruler that Xiao Yan himself carries.

The power of the great sword and the sharpness of the long sword were undoubtedly revealed in her hands.

“…… No. ”

It's just that when he heard Xiao Yan sigh, Yao Lao shook his head.

"That girl is not a sword cultivator, she cultivates her heart, she is the self, as long as she wants, what she holds in her hand can be any blade."

Yao Lao sighed like this, and Xiao Yan inevitably felt a pang in his heart.

After all, all of this is a new thing that he has never been exposed to before, and even after getting along with Miss Wan for more than a year, he thought that he already knew something about Miss Wan, but in fact, after looking at today's war, it seems that even the shadow in the sky seems stranger.

Don't say that it is the difference between the realm above the fighting spirit, a fighter, a fighter, this is still just the most superficial appearance, but now everything she shows is more terrifying than the other, and even Xiao Yan's heart is inevitably shocked.

Is Miss Wan so powerful?

is obviously the king of fighting, but he can overwhelm the fire spirit poisonous dragon that is enough to rival the emperor of fighting.

And soon, Xiao Yan's impression of Miss Wan, which was completely shattered and rebuilt slowly, was about to be shattered again.

Yao Wan held an illusory long sword, and the blade of the sword reached the fire spirit poison dragon in front of him.

Then, she took her sword out of her hand and threw it at the top of her head.

Yao Lao seemed to have a guess, but compared to these, he was more concerned about the movements of the powerhouse of the Izumo Empire.

Until the next breath, nine identical divine soul swords fell, encircling the girl's body.

"Divine Soul Sword Formation!"

Yao Wan casually clenched one of the swords, and the blade swept away, directly taking the poisonous dragon in front of him.

The fire spirit poison dragon was naturally unwilling to be killed like this, twisted its body, and rushed towards the medicine again.

But this time, Yao Wan didn't give it any chance to resist at all.

With the gray eight swords unfolding behind her, she didn't even need Yao Wan to make more movements, just a thought, and the eight long swords followed the stars and the moon, galloping towards the poisonous dragon in front of her.

It is the fire spirit poison dragon of the Douhuang realm, and it is no longer possible to shake the medicine hard.

The first sword pierced the dragon's tail and directly nailed the poisonous dragon to the spot, making it unable to move.

"Roar!!

The fire spirit poison dragon was furious, but in the end, it was just an impotent rage, and he could only watch his body being pierced.

Immediately after that, there was the second sword, the third sword, which nailed the claws of the limbs.

The galloping flying sword did not have the sense of physical blockage that the fighting sword was limited by the body, and it only pierced the poisonous dragon again in the next instant, but it did not penetrate, but firmly nailed the poisonous dragon in mid-air.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth swords, from bottom to top, are all the tail to the abdominal cavity.

The seventh sword, locking the throat.

The eighth sword, piercing the dragon's head.

The Eight Swords of the Flying God were just a face-to-face effort, and they completely suppressed the Fire Spirit Poison Dragon, which was still helpless all of a sudden, and even had no power to resist.

"Hmph, a beast is a beast."

Yao Wan, who was holding the last soul sword, flew to the mouth of the poisonous dragon's heart, and then stabbed the soul sword in his hand fiercely.

"Roaring ————!"

The poisonous dragon let out a roar of extreme pain, almost bursting the ears of others.

"To the shameless brute."

Yao Wan held down the soul sword, and then slashed fiercely, cutting open a hole in the poisonous dragon's heart.

Then, she put away the magic appearance of the glass body behind her, integrated it into the surface of her body, and then reached out and pulled out the dark purple flame hidden inside.

The fire spirit poison dragon finally wailed for a while, and with that cloud of Netherworld Poison Fire Origin completely detached from its body, it then collapsed.

"Slow down, this friend!"

I just got this wisp of netherworld poisonous fire that I have been thinking about for a long time, but I didn't even feel hot in my hands, but there was already a tiresome dissuasion in my ears.

Yao Wan slowly turned his head, and at the same time, his belief moved, and the other eight soul swords flew back to his side together.

“…… Here it comes. ”

Yao Lao subconsciously muttered, Xiao Yan also turned his head and looked at the sky in the north, and the three figures were fighting behind them, standing in a row.

One person in a black robe is the pinnacle of the emperor.

One person is dressed luxuriously, wearing the badge of a five-grade alchemist, and he is the pinnacle of the Dou King.

The last person, with centipede-like scars on his face, is also the pinnacle of the emperor.

When the three of them appeared, Xiao Yan couldn't help but silently clench the stones in his hand.

Two Dou Huang peaks, one Dou Wang Peak...... This kind of cultivation realm is a terrifying force that Xiao Yan couldn't even think of before.

And now, standing in front of him like this.

And standing between him and those people was the girl who formed a sword formation with the power of her soul.

Yao Wan was not afraid at all, raised the soul sword in his hand, and the gray blade of the sword pointed directly at the three people in front of him.

"Who?"

The melodious warbler is tactful, and it is her own indifference.