118 Chapter 117

(one more)

Sit and watch the black clouds hold the heavy rain, spray the front mountain this alone is sunny.

Suddenly, the clouds and rain are on the head, but it is the night lighting in front of the mountain.

The extreme heat and the extreme cold collided with each other, and Ye Zhiqiu was the one who was better after all.

Relying on the huge soul power of the fifty-third-level soul king, the transpiring smoke just rose, and it turned into a cumulus cloud and shrouded the sky, dripping down like a plum rain in July.

"Swish, swish..."

Raindrops hit the ground, splashing puddles.

The rain was cold, dank enough to penetrate the flesh under the skin.

The crowd of melon eaters who were watching the theater nearby were suddenly soaked by the rain and became a dick, and they were so weak that they sneezed immediately.

But the rainwater was almost within one meter of Yang Ming, and it was instantly evaporated by the flame clothes shrouded in Yang Ming's body.

The night was falling, and the burly flame demon body was standing in the rain, the body was constantly spraying with scorching high temperature, and a thick fog so thick that he could not reach his fingers was filled around him.

The flaming giant fist fell from the sky, like a meteor falling from the sky, wrapped in power that made people look at it.

Seeing that the huge flame fist the size of the truck head was coming, Ye Zhiqiu sneered in his heart:

"If I were at the same level as you, maybe I would avoid you by three points, but now I am almost twenty levels higher than you!"

Suddenly, a strange scene appeared.

However, Ye Zhiqiu's neck shrank inward, and the whole head was like a tortoise indented into the tortoise shell. Yang Ming's attack!

The scorching aura on the flaming giant fist was constantly weakened by the profound water freezing, and when Ye Zhiqiu's hard tortoise shell was reached, its power was less than half of its heyday, only the strength of a grip.

"when!"

It was as if the heavy sound of the morning bell and the twilight drum kept echoing in the night rain. The sound was so unpleasant that it could be heard that the blood was tumbling, so that everyone subconsciously covered their ears to avoid the eardrums from shaking.

Yang Ming retracted his fist, and the three-hooked jade writing wheel eye saw Ye Zhiqiu's current appearance clearly through the heavy fog, and couldn't help frowning, of course, if he still had brows now.

The tortoise shell on Ye Zhiqiu's body did not move at all, and even Yang Ming's attack failed to leave even the slightest scar on his body.

Even though Qinglian Earth Heart Fire is a top-grade fire-type martial spirit, and the soul skill Flame Demon Body is even a top-grade soul skill, but in Douluo Continent, the gap between soul power is a gap visible to the naked eye.

Not to mention, the level difference between the two is almost twenty levels!

Yang Ming was surprised, but he didn't know that Ye Zhiqiu's surprise was no less than Yang Ming's, and even more so.

A drop of hot sweat oozes out of Ye Zhiqiu's forehead, his eyes flicker for a while, and he secretly thinks that he is dangerous.

"What a terrifying flame martial soul, it is simply the nemesis of my black turtle martial soul!"

"Even though my profound water freeze has weakened his attack power, and even if my turtle shell is isolated from most of the high temperature, at that moment, it actually made me feel like I was in a hot spring."

Ye Zhiqiu could imagine that if Yang Ming was of the same level as him, no, even if it was just a few levels lower than him, I'm afraid that just one stroke would be enough to cook him.

"How sacred is this Shrek Academy, and how could such a monster be cultivated?"

The thoughts in his heart turned sharply, and Ye Zhiqiu did not stop at all.

Under the consumption of soul power regardless of the cost, the Xuanshui Frozen continued to expand the area of ​​the hard ice, thereby squeezing Yang Ming's activity space, and at the same time weakening the thousands of degrees of high temperature from Yang Ming.

Taking advantage of Yang Ming's old strength before his new strength was born, Ye Zhiqiu stuck his head out of his chest, opened his mouth and spit, and a black cold current shot out like a sharp arrow, and shot towards Yang Ming on the spot.

The third soul skill, Mysterious Water Turbulence!

Moisturized by the fifty-third level soul power, the black cold current was fast and fast, tearing apart the cold rain in the night, and immediately hit Yang Ming's body of the flame demon.

"Pfft!"

Yang Ming looked down and was surprised to find that the flames were quickly annihilated by the severe cold, and the area of ​​annihilation continued to expand.

In order to eliminate the severe cold that penetrated the body, Yang Ming's body made of Qinglian Earth Heart Fire kept shrinking, from the original height of twenty meters to four meters.

One can imagine how strong Ye Zhiqiu's spirit skills were just now!

"Is there enough soul power?"

"Open the door, close the door, live the door, hurt the door, open!"

Among the eight gates, four gates, six gates, seven gates, and eight gates are opened, which is equivalent to four different thresholds. Each time a threshold is crossed, a qualitative improvement will be obtained.

Not waiting for Ye Zhiqiu to be happy, he saw that the flames on Yang Ming's body suddenly became more intense. Although he did not continue to expand his body, the fluctuations of the soul power accumulated in his body showed that this was the soul power of the soul master level.

However, this is not over yet, the soul power is still continuing to climb!

It wasn't until he barely reached the soul power of the Soul Sect that he was able to stop.

Ye Zhiqiu took a breath, and the scene in front of him simply subverted his three views!

It clearly gives the impression that Yang Ming is still a great soul master, but the fluctuation of his soul power is far beyond the level!

Feeling the power constantly emerging from his body, Yang Ming took a deep breath.

Compared with opening six doors at the age of six, opening four doors now is a category that can easily withstand pressure for Yang Ming.

Suddenly opening his eyes, flames burst out.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't know why, but suddenly felt a tingling sensation on the scalp.

Obviously his level is higher than Yang Ming's, but he has such a feeling for no reason.

But he is also a real dog, even if he is in doubt, he still chooses to hide in the turtle shell very sincerely, like a turtle with a shrunken head.

However, this time is different.

Yang Ming stepped on the ghost fan's footsteps, and the five-meter-high Balrog's body was not hindered by his size, and his speed was astonishing. A phantom flashed across the night rain, causing a burst of exclamation from the onlookers.

Clenching the fire fist as big as a casserole, Yang Ming's eyes flashed coldly. With the strength and speed gained after opening the four doors, he actually reached the point of twenty punches per second. Ye Zhiqiu drowned!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! !

Even if Ye Zhiqiu is a real dog, forcibly resisting Yang Ming's punch with his martial spirit and soul skills, the force attached to his fist is exerted on the turtle shell, making Ye Zhiqiu inside the turtle shell in an abnormally turbulent state. environment.

boom!

When Ye Zhiqiu hit the tortoise shell on his forehead, he was dizzy, and at the moment when his mind was relaxed, his eyes suddenly lit up.

It turned out that his head was pulled out of his chest forcefully by Yang Ming.

Seeing Yang Ming close in front of him, Ye Zhiqiu smiled awkwardly and said:

"You are very handsome, what's your name?"

"Catch a turtle in an urn." Yang Ming said lightly.