Under the ring, Yaqi was silent.

Everyone was stunned, the Dementor Sword Dongfang Lang was a well-known figure among the martial arts swordsmen in the entire Huaxia Dynasty. Although these people also knew about the Red Hidden Blade, no one had ever thought that the Red Hidden Blade would be able to resist the Great Law of the Soul Dementor, which was simply impossible.

Especially these people from the Lingshan Sect, they were all stunned and their faces were ugly.

You must know that Dongfang Lang is a guy who used the Dafa of Soul Dementorship to escape in front of a ground-level powerhouse, but why is it as if he was being eaten by his own exercises now.

How can it be?

Above the ring.

Ximen Yayu came to Dongfang Lang's side and said in a low voice: "Aren't you very strange, why is your soul dementorship not working. ”

Dongfang Lang's face showed an unwilling expression, but he was still fixed there, and his face was pale.

Ximen Yayu smiled.

"The reason is very simple, spiritualism is actually just hypnosis, you use a specific weapon to reflect light, so that the opponent's subconscious mind is controlled, those with low willpower, will naturally fall into the dream you designed, and the body will naturally not be able to move. It's a pity that this trick of yours has a fatal weakness, that is, if you encounter someone with strong willpower, you will only suffer from it. ”

After finishing speaking, the red sleeve knife in her hand had already slashed at the other party's shoulder.

She didn't want to kill the other person.

Just hurt this guy badly.

However, what Ximen Yayu didn't expect was that although her knife was slashed, Dongfang Lang, who was obviously unable to move, suddenly had a sharp edge in his eyes.

The whole life moved backwards about half a meter, and he dodged the red sleeve knife.

At this time, Dongfang Lang's eyes were like fire, his body trembled slightly, his face was red, and his voice was hoarse: "Ximen Yayu, you can break my soul dementorship I admit that your willpower is very strong, but unfortunately I can not only use soul dementorship, I will let you know now, what is the real soul devouring Dafa." ”

As he spoke, he had already risen into the air, and the soul sword in his hand instantly shot out thousands of rays of brilliance, and suddenly entered Ximen Yayu's eyes.

Not only that, Dongfang Lang's left fingers kept flicking on the back of his sword, and the clanging sound was like a jade plate falling into a silver plate, which was very good.

The brilliance is shining, and the sound is crisp.

In the ring, there seemed to be a colorful performance, but Dongfang Lang's face showed an indescribable gloomy color.

His soul dementor Dafa was originally his soul dementor sword light, plus the sound, and at the same time entered the enemy's mind, reminding the enemy of the most terrifying and most unreminiscent things hidden in the depths.

The reason why he didn't use it easily was because even Dongfang Lang himself would hurt his vitality if he used it once, but he knew that no matter how strong Ximen Yayu's willpower was, as long as she was human and she had something to fear, she would be tormented by this thing.

Unless the other party is a prefecture-level powerhouse, they will soon break free from the nightmare, and those below the prefecture-level will be controlled by this terrible nightmare for a long time, and the best result is to become a psychopath.

He didn't want to do it, but in this ring, he had to win.

Sure enough.

Ximen Yayu's face showed a panicked expression, and the whole person stood there and began to tremble, as if he had seen something terrifying.

Dongfang Lang's face brought out a touch of joy, the sword light reflected frantically, and the voice became more and more rapid like a storm.

"Fall for me!"

A roar.

Ximen Yayu's face suddenly turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

Dongfang Lang was overjoyed, his face showed a gloomy and terrifying expression, and the whole person had already appeared half a meter away from Ximen Yayu, and the soul sword was raised high.

What the sword blade was pointing at was Ximen Yayu's throat.

Under the ring, Ximenqing's face was gloomy as water, he took a deep breath and prepared to go to the ring. However, his body was firmly grasped by Zhang Xiaopang.

"If you go, not only will Ximen Yayu lose this game, but you will also be disqualified. ”

Ximenqing glanced at Zhang Xiaopang, and said in a low voice: "Even so, I can't let her die." ”

"You wait!"

Zhang Xiaopang looked at him and said in a low voice, "Ximen Yayu didn't lose. ”

Ximenqing raised his head and couldn't help but be stunned.

Although Dongfang Lang raised his sword in the ring, he stopped there alive, saying that he couldn't move for half a minute.

Looking at a pair of strange pupils, it turned out to be completely different.

What kind of eyes are they?

Full of fear, full of amazement, full of indescribable pain.

The current Dongfang Lang is like being in the Shura Hell, and the whole person can't even move because of fear.

Under the ring.

The people of the Lingshan Sect couldn't imagine this situation at all.

Ximen Yayu has obviously been controlled by the Soul Dementor Dafa, how can it be?

The wind is blowing.

Dongfang Lang's eyes became more and more complicated, as if he was engaged in a contest between life and death, but in the end, his pupils slowly lost color.

After a sigh.

Ximen Yayu slowly walked to Dongfang Lang's side and gently pushed his body, and this guy immediately fell to the ground hard.

Ximen Yayu ignored Dongfang Lang, but looked at the referee in the distance, and said lightly: "You can announce it." ”

The two referees of the Martial Arts Alliance soon came to the ring, and they checked Dongfang Lang, with strange expressions on their faces.

Soon, they stood in the ring and announced: "Dongfang Lang is dead, and the winner of this match is Ximen Yayu." ”

The people of the Lingshan faction under the ring were furious, and pointed at Ximen Yayu and said: "You woman, I don't know how to kill our senior brother, if you don't say it, our Lingshan faction and you will not die." ”

A referee in the ring suddenly became very ugly, and shouted: "Shut up for me, in the ring of the Nanshan Conference, fair and just, you people really eat rice when we are the referees? I will explain to you now, how did Dongfang Lang die." ”

The Lingshan faction had no choice but to shut up.

The referee said coldly: "Dongfang Lang's soul dementoring method, when used with all its strength, can draw out the most terrifying and terrifying things in the other party's heart. The same is true after Ximen Yayu was hit, but Ximen Yayu has already regarded this fear and horror as something that usually exercises his willpower, Dongfang Lang not only has no way to use these things to crush Ximen Yayu, but makes these terrible scenes enter his mind. ”

The referee paused, and a complicated expression appeared on his face: "I don't know what Ximen Yayu saw subconsciously, but I think it should be something very terrifying and indescribable, and Dongfang Lang can't bear this kind of pressure at all, so he will be scared to death." ”