Chapter 340 339. Kick the Head of Platinum Bishop Salas?

(one more)

In the dream, Yang Ming didn't notice anything wrong for the time being, and he cupped his hands at Platinum Bishop Salas:

"is teacher."

Yang Ming raised his hand, held the mysterious sword in the palm of his hand, danced a sword flower in mid-air, and said:

"Teacher, please look, this is Dugu Nine Swords, Broken Sword Style!"

The sword pointed at Platinum Bishop Salas, and the sword moved forward at a slow speed, slow and powerless, but it gave people a sense of the sharp edge, and it seemed that no matter how dodged, the sword could not be avoided.

Platinum Bishop Salas had a strange light in his eyes, and secretly said in his heart:

"What an exquisite sword technique!"

In this dream space created by hundreds of people, someone has already started to activate the memory structure to record Yang Ming's sword skills.

In order to find out more secrets of Yang Ming, Platinum Bishop Salas felt a little itchy about his skills, so he immediately got off the stage to exchange ideas with Yang Ming. With a wave of his hand, a big knife was born out of nothing. He swung the big knife vigorously, but said on his mouth :

"Come on, darling, let me see how proficient you are in your studies."

He was taking advantage of Yang Ming verbally, but he was not dissatisfied with the movements of his hands. The sword weighing hundreds of catties was actually carrying a terrifying momentum like cutting mountains and seas, and it really rushed towards his face as if it were real, which made Yang Ming feel uneasy. Then goosebumps came up in an instant.

"Well done!"

"Broken knife style!"

Yang Ming was not surprised but happy. With a twist of his wrist, the mysterious sword turned in a circle, and the sword's momentum changed suddenly.

If it is said that the broken sword style was a sharp one-hit kill just now, then the broken knife style is a completely different style now.

It seems to be an ordinary sword, but it has dozens of afterimages and a clever door with two or two strokes. The moment the blade touches the blade, it sticks like brown sugar.

Platinum Bishop Salas's face was moved. He clearly felt that the power in his hand was not diminished, but driven by this strange sword force, the whole person involuntarily deviated from the rhythm, staggered, and almost lost his hand. Fly the knife out.

Although, he himself is not good at sword skills, after all, his major is not this type of soul skills.

But in this dream, it can be said that it is the home court of the platinum bishop Salas, who can play far beyond his usual state.

Even so, he was still attracted by this magical broken knife style, and secretly applauded.

"It's a pity, if he is a talent in our Spirit Hall, it would be great."

Platinum bishop Salas's thought of pity for talents was fleeting, but quickly subsided and turned into a feeling of greed.

His hero, my enemy bandit.

This is the way in this world, the ass decides the head.

No matter how much Platinum Bishop Salas appreciates Yang Ming's talent, he, who has the status of Platinum Bishop, will definitely crush Yang Ming, a peerless genius, to death before he grows up.

Of course, before he died, Platinum Bishop Salas would definitely squeeze out all his secrets.

"Good student, if you have any unique skills, let the teacher use them."

Following the established script of this dream world, Yang Ming said excitedly like a normal student who was affirmed by the teacher:

"Teacher, take a good look at my kaleidoscope Sharingan!"

After all, Yang Ming stared at his star eyes, the black pupils released a strange blood-colored light, and the three black hook jades quickly rotated to form a strange pattern.

But at the moment when the kaleidoscope Sharingan appeared, a strong spiritual impact directly shattered the dream world's deep-rooted restraint impact in Yang Ming's mind!

Shrek Academy... Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Competition... Feng Xiaotian's death...

All kinds of memory fragments appeared in Yang Ming's mind one by one, and they were so incompatible with the scene of the holy soul village and the small hill in front of him.

As the pinnacle work of the illusion department of the spirit system, when Yang Ming opened the kaleidoscope Sharingan, he saw the reality of this dream space.

Thinking of the Platinum Bishop Salas calling himself a good disciple just now and taking advantage of him, Yang Ming's face turned black for a while.

It can be said that Yang Ming has been going smoothly during this period of time. He has rarely suffered such a big loss. A murderous intent burst out of his pupils in an instant, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Bastard! How dare you play me!"

Seeing that Yang Ming's consciousness had regained consciousness, and he saw the reality of the dream, a strange color flashed in the eyes of Platinum Bishop Salas, but he didn't panic. Instead, he laughed and said:

"Good apprentice, is this your attitude when talking to the teacher?"

Yang Ming gritted his teeth tightly, his occlusal muscles protruded, he didn't talk nonsense with this bastard, and opened the eight doors of the eight doors of Dunjia directly in the dream. Anyway, in the dream, he is not in the real world, even if he opens the eight doors of the eight doors of Dunjia here. It will affect the real body, so Yang Ming simply exploded!

Terrifying fluctuations of soul power directly shot up into the sky. Yang Ming's muscles were extremely solid, and his body swelled inexplicably, directly bursting his upper body clothes, and veins like small green snakes bulged on the surface of his muscles and skin. , making people afraid that it will burst into blood in the next moment.

Yang Ming's long hair stood upside down, and his skin was red all over. The high temperature evaporated the sweat from his sweat glands, and it turned into white smoke, making him look like the god of war descending.

In the dream world, Platinum Bishop Salas had an insight into the process of opening the eight-door dunjia in Yang Ming's body. He could see clearly which meridian the soul power started from and which meridian it traveled along. There was a hint of surprise.

"Wonderful! It's really wonderful! Such an ancient unique skill can actually make a mere Soul Sect burst out with strength comparable to that of a Soul Sage in a short period of time. If all members of my Spirit Hall possess such a unique skill , the unified Douluo Continent is just around the corner!"

"Just around the corner, your uncle!"

As soon as Platinum Bishop Salas spoke, Yang Ming suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes, and at the same time, Yang Ming's roaring words rang in his ears suddenly, wrapped in a gust of wind.

Platinum Bishop Salas's pupils shrank suddenly, shrinking into a needle-like shape.

So fast!

This kind of absolute speed beyond the speed of sound, even he can't bear it.

No, it's better to say that even the vast majority of Title Douluo may not have such a supersonic speed!

Unless Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo teamed up to use joint soul skills to seal off Yang Ming's area, whoever it was, they would all be kicked to death by Yang Ming.

You read that right, it’s kicking!

The next moment, Yang Ming kicked the head of Platinum Bishop Salas.

However!

Don't forget, this is a dream world built by a hundred people from Wuhundian.

After a while, Platinum Bishop Salas appeared on the other side intact, and hooked his fingers provocatively at Yang Ming.

(Yesterday, Kawenka couldn’t write it out. Why didn’t anyone see the leave note? There will be more today, but it’s a bit difficult for ten more, so I can only say that I’m trying my best)