Sword intent is the nemesis of all the power of the divine soul, and it is also an invisible momentum, especially for weaker warriors, when facing this majestic sword intent, there is always a feeling of being on the back of the body, as if life and death have not accepted their control, which makes people always feel a faint panic in their hearts. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info.m

These people are all people who have struggled from the edge of life and death, and they are relatively indifferent to life and death, but in the face of this level of battle, they still can't help but feel a strong sense of panic in their hearts.

Among the people present, pull out one at random, it is all old rivers and lakes who have experienced countless lives and deaths, and their perception of danger is far from ordinary people, so when the aftermath of the battle impact appears, they will not hesitate to choose to retreat, which is also an instinct of a warrior.

Of course, if they hadn't run fast this time, I'm afraid that the aftermath of Yang Ming's impact would have instantly reaped most people's lives.

After all, the battle between the Psychic Realms was so terrifying that even the aftermath of the shock could make people feel intimidating.

Looking at the fierce battle in the sky, with each sword cut down by Yang Ming, there was a feeling that the heavens and the earth were shaken, the majestic internal force of the blue and yellow colors was like waves in the vast ocean, the two sides were constantly glued, constantly rubbing and impacting, making people feel that the world was about to collapse.

In such a terrifying battle, even if they fled from the crowd a few hundred meters away, they couldn't help but feel a trace of uneasiness in their hearts, and some timid people involuntarily continued to retreat towards the rear.

This kind of battle was too scary, and everyone present felt a sense of horror, but in the eyes of these people, there was a trace of fear, but there was a strong color of awe and excitement.

After all, this road is the road from Bizhou to the Yaxuange Desert, but everyone who can come here is not a person who wants to enter the desert, or a person who has returned from the desert, these people, which one of them has not experienced countless dangers, to put it mildly, they are all people who have passed by the Hades Palace countless times, and the word fear does not apply to them.

"Haha, happy!"

In the midst of those two huge tornadoes, a wild laugh suddenly sounded, and immediately after, an invisible sword intent rose into the sky.

The owner of this voice is naturally Yang Ming who is in the wind, and after some encounters, Yang Ming gradually found the weakness of the wind.

Although this move, the marksmanship is strong, and the degree is quite amazing, but it has a fatal weakness, that is, this marksmanship is performed by the power of the soul, and it is also performed in the air, as long as the control of the power of the soul is cut off on these two short guns, then, this move will be self-defeating.

Of course, it is not easy to do this, unless the opponent's strength is far beyond the old man in the yellow robe himself, and he forcibly uses the power of the divine soul to cut off the connection between the two guns, but unfortunately, Yang Ming's strength is only at the peak of the Tongqi realm, and the power of the divine soul has not yet been born, but he has mastered the nemesis of all the power of the divine soul, the sword intent.

Standing in the midst of the two huge tornadoes, a sword of nothingness appeared above Yang Ming's head, and immediately towards the void, the sword intent burst out of the tornado.

"Desert Sword, Slash!"

The Sword of Nothingness slashed towards the void, and then set off a faint ripple, and at the moment when the sword intent fell, the yellow-robed old man standing in the void suddenly shook his body, and the two sharp short spears that kept attacking Yang Ming suddenly trembled slightly, almost losing control.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ming's heart suddenly felt ecstatic, this trick was really useful against the wind scroll, at the moment, he had no reservations in his heart, the domineering and desolate sword intent burst out, and the sword of nothingness suspended above his head slashed down towards the void again.

"Chop, Chop, Chop—"

One after another, the sword of nothingness was like raindrops, slashing wildly in the void, and every time the sword intent fell, the old man in the yellow robe turned pale.

Seeing this, the old man in the yellow robe couldn't help gritting his teeth fiercely, his arm was slowly raised, and then his two fingers merged, gently towards the void, and shouted: "Shoot quickly, Yunyong!"

With the shouts of the yellow-robed old man falling, the two tornadoes disappeared in an instant, and the two spears that were originally affected by the sword intent suddenly shook, and immediately spun wildly in the sky overhead, and after a while, the dense spears fell from the sky like a swimming dragon, and rushed towards Yang Ming again.

This time, the attack power of the spear is extremely powerful, even Yang Ming can't help but change his complexion, this rapid shooting is divided into two stages, the first stage is called the wind roll, and the second stage is the cloud surge that appears at this moment, once the two stages of the exercise are fused, even if it is facing the powerhouse of the God Transformation Realm, the old man in the yellow robe is confident that he will survive.

It's a pity that after cultivating this rapid shooting for so many years, the old man in the yellow robe still hasn't been able to completely integrate the two stages of the exercises, but even so, the power of the second stage of the rapid shooting is not to be underestimated.

Even Yang Ming himself is the same, although the degree of this cloud surge is not as terrifying as the wind and wind, but the attack shown by the latter is like the waves in the sea, wave after wave, making people feel overwhelmed.

In the face of this continuous attack, even Yang Ming himself felt powerless for a while, after all, the old man in the yellow robe was a strong man at the peak of the God Realm, and his strength could almost sweep most of the God Realm masters, even if Yang Ming was confident that he could fight with the God Realm powerhouse, but in the face of a master of this level, he couldn't help but feel a little tricky.

Therefore, in the face of this overwhelming attack, Yang Ming could only choose to defend passively.

Seeing this scene, the corners of the yellow-robed old man's mouth couldn't help but appear a faint sneer, and then his hands continued to pinch, and the vast power of the divine soul gushed out, constantly controlling the two short guns in the sky, making its attack faster and faster, and the power more and more terrifying.

Gradually, a trace of sweat appeared on Yang Ming's forehead, perhaps because of the huge internal force consumed, and his face became extremely pale.

Feeling this increasingly violent attack, Yang Ming immediately gritted his teeth, he knew better than anyone else that as long as he survived this wave of attacks, this old man in yellow robe would definitely die.

Because, this kind of turbulent marksmanship consumes the power of the soul very much, and it takes at most a quarter of an hour to absorb the power of the soul of the old man in the yellow robe, and in the end he can only be slaughtered.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming secretly made up his mind in his heart that he would definitely survive. Announcement: APP Android, Apple special version, say goodbye to all ads, please pay attention to the WeChat public account to enter the download and installation: appxsyd (press and hold for three seconds to copy)