"The coffin of the soul of a hundred soldiers, the soul of a hundred soldiers!"

Shang Jingxing stretched out his hand and made a move, and the ten long swords were like the strictest soldiers in military discipline, pointing the tips of the swords at the old man in unison.

"Hurry!"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the sword resounded on the spot, each sword carried the sound of two sounds, and the sound of ten two sounds sounded at the same time, and the momentum was extremely huge.

Ding!

Ten long swords turned into ten long rainbows and shuttled directly through the iron balls, and almost every breath there were dozens of explosions of iron balls shattering.

Burst!

The old man's mouthful of blood spurted out, and the magic weapon of the intersection of his life was destroyed dozens or hundreds of times in one breath, which was no less traumatic to him than serious injuries.

His eyes widened, horror filled his eyes, and he said with a trembling mouth: "What kind of magic weapon are you?!How can you be so strong!!"

Shang Jingxing smiled lightly and didn't speak, using the magic weapon of the eighth-rank heavenly rank to deal with the magic weapon of the fourth-grade human rank, which has to be said to be a bit of a bully.

In fact, to be honest, he was a little surprised that the Hundred Soldiers Soul Coffin was so powerful, after all, with his current level, he couldn't understand the terrifying things of the Eighth Rank Heavenly Rank.

However, after thinking about it, I felt that it was reasonable, not to mention the grade of the Eight Heavenly Ranks, just the twenty-eight Soldier Souls in the Hundred Soldiers' Soul Coffin today have cultivated well.

Among the twenty-eight soldier souls, twenty-six of them are the deceased fellow disciples of the Soldier Heart Sect, although their cultivation in front of them is not strong, but after a period of nourishment in the Hundred Soldier Soul Coffin, their strength has almost caught up with Chu Tianxiong and Qu Jianhan, who were included in the coffin in the power war.

And the long sword, although Bai Ze was only forged at random at the beginning, her cultivation was there, even if it was casual, it was comparable to the third-grade level.

In other words, these seemingly simple ten swords are equivalent to ten Jindan periods with the speed of two rings and holding third-grade earth-level weapons! The most important thing is that these ten long swords still have weapon spirits!

In the blink of an eye, five breaths passed, and at this time, the soldier soul was already familiar with its own attack method, both in speed and skill, it was much stronger than the beginning, and each breath could destroy nearly two hundred iron beads.

"No, it won't...... It couldn't be ......."

The old man was already lying on the ground, his clothes stained red with the blood he had vomited.

Shang Jingxing glanced at it, and felt that he didn't need to destroy all the iron beads to kill him, and his spiritual power couldn't support it, so his mind moved, and the ten long swords moved as he wished, and all of them turned around and flew towards the old man.

Puff puff puff!!

Ten times in a row, ten long swords pierced the old man's body and nailed him to the ground, and his death was quite miserable.

"One move, one move. Shang Jingxing pursed his lips, although he didn't know how to use a magic weapon to make a move.

As he spoke, ten long swords were automatically drawn from the old man's body, and he spun around in the air to shake off the blood stains, and then flew back to the coffin of the soul of a hundred soldiers as if in line.

With a "clang", the coffin door closed again, and there was no gap from the outside, and no one who knew about it could not tell that it was a coffin.

Shang Jingxing stretched out his hand and put away the old man's storage bag and iron beads, although it was useless to him, he could trade it out to earn a little Wanjie point!

Then he kicked his feet on the ground to support the others, but before he could jump, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Tsk, get carried away. ”

He also discovered his state at this time, and his spiritual power was completely empty.

While the Hundred Soldiers' Soul Coffin is strong and unreasonable, the spiritual power consumed is also extremely terrifying, plus he has transformed into two huge earthen walls before, even with his spiritual power comparable to the Jindan period, he can't withstand it.

"Alas, it's another means that consumes a lot of spiritual power. ”

Shang Jingxing shook his head helplessly, he found that all his various means consumed a huge amount of spiritual power, not to mention the ninefold Xuanyuan stick, it was extremely difficult for him to use the triple power until now, and the spiritual power consumed by "Change" Yuwen was also a large head, just now he just conjured two lifeless, simply large earth walls that consumed more than half of his spiritual power, and now there is another hundred soldiers soul coffin, if it weren't for his extraordinary spiritual power, I am afraid it would be difficult to support any of them.

"From this point of view, the huge spiritual power obtained by chance in Ling Feng has become my most fundamental strength, otherwise not to mention this ten-person battle and the previous power battle, it would be difficult for even the ordinary Jindan stage to win. The corners of Shang Jingxing's mouth hooked, and he looked up at the sky, "Interesting, is this the favor of the stars......

After taking a few pills to restore his spiritual power, he rested for a while, then jumped up, and when he reached a height of about ten zhang, his strength was exhausted and began to fall, at this time, a white cloud appeared at his feet and lifted him to the earthen wall.

On the earthen wall, he first looked in the direction of Shadow Ink Butterfly, and found that at this time, Shadow Ink Butterfly and Thunder Frost were inseparable, in terms of strength, Shadow Ink Butterfly was much stronger than Thunder Frost, but Sky Fox was very restrained against Shadow Ink Butterfly, an assassin-type monk, the two were comparable, the only thing that made Shang Jingxing feel strange was that both sides were very restrained and did not make a dead move.

He dragged his chin and looked into the distance suspiciously, and muttered to himself: "Strange, Shadow Ink Butterfly's restraint is because I specifically instructed her before, it is better not to kill Thunder Frost without threatening her life, so why is Thunder Frost?"

"Maybe I like you. Lu Qingmei's angry voice suddenly came.

Shang Jingxing turned his head with a smile and said, "It's pretty fast, I thought Xiaoyun would be the first to end." ”

Lu Qingmei pointed to the Tianbu chessboard in her hand and said, "Xiaoyun and No Return have ended, and my opponent has abstained." ”

Shang Jingxing nodded noncommittally, abstaining because the other party knew that he had no chance of winning at all, which meant that Lu Qingmei's strength was at least two or three layers higher than that of the opponent.

"In that case, let's go and support the others, hurry up and end this ten-man battle, I want to go back and rest. ”

Shang Jingxing wanted to jump off the earthen wall as he spoke, but was stopped by Lu Mingqing.

She said with concern: "Your face is not very good, rest for a while, the ram industry is also over the battle." With the four of us in you don't need to shoot. ”

Shang Jingxing was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look directly into Lu Qingmei's eyes, and the tender concern that flashed in them made his heart tremble for no reason, and the words that he originally wanted to refuse were stopped.

"Okay, then you go and help the You brothers and sisters, I'll go see Xiaoying, I have something I want to ask about that Lei Luoshuang. ”

This time, Lu Qingmei didn't stop it, but after taking a look at him, she jumped off the earthen wall and flew in the direction of the You family brothers and sisters.

"Peach Blossom Robbery......"

Shang Jingxing smiled bitterly and shook his head, it wasn't until just now that he discovered Lu Qingmei's affection for him, and he wanted to say that there was no secret joy, it was impossible, after all, he was also a man, which man had never dreamed of three wives and four concubines, not to mention a stunning woman like Lu Qingmei, but his current love debt was too much, and he didn't dare to provoke it again.

After making up his mind to act as if he hadn't seen it, he jumped off the other side of the earthen wall, and the clouds rose again, leading him to the place where Shadow Ink Butterfly and Thunderfall Frost were fighting.