Chapter 170 Black Sword Chasing Soul!

"Hehe, please go back, our master will not accept anyone's visit."

Hitalud was also stunned for a moment, but he quickly adjusted and laughed lightly.

"I'm here on behalf of the Soul Demon Sect this time, and I would like to hear from the master."

Hun Yin was not surprised by Hitler's refusal.

Immediately, with a wave of her hand, a blood-colored token was projected.

In the center of the blood-colored token, there is an ancient 'soul' character full of vicissitudes.

"Excuse me, who is Ling Zun?"

Hitler's eyes narrowed, then asked politely.

"Patriarch Soul Hongtian!"

Soul Yin clenched his fists and said slowly.

"It turns out that, no wonder you insisted on seeing my master. It should be instructed by Ling Zun?"

"Actually, if you want to see it, it's not impossible."

Hitalud nodded, and then he suddenly changed his words and said, "As long as we get the approval of the four of us, I will take you to see him."

"What kind of recognition law? Challenge you?"

Soul Yin raised his brows, and then said.

"Hehe, it's not right. We are so many generations higher than you. If we are accused of bullying the small, it will be bad."

Hitarius waved his hand and laughed softly.

"Master, I am also very interested in the master of your family. I wonder if defeating her will be recognized?"

Duan Feng finally understood after listening for a long time, and immediately stood up and said slowly.

"Hehe, since both of you are interested, let's have a fight. The winner is the bigger one, how about that?"

Hitarius stroked his white beard and chuckled softly.

In fact, this is exactly what he expected.

In the battle between Duan Feng and Soul Yin,

He was there too, but in the end it was a dead end.

This made him somewhat regretful.

Now that both of them have broken through the realm of Juggernaut, if there is another battle, it will be very exciting.

"I'm OK."

Soul Yin glanced at Duan Feng coldly, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he sneered.

She herself wanted to go to Duan Feng to settle the account after the matter was finalized.

However, now Duan Feng actually blocked her muzzle.

This kills two birds with one stone, which is exactly what she wants.

"Since there is no problem, let's come."

Duan Feng shrugged indifferently.

Because of his relationship with Soul Demon Sect, he and Soul Yin have long since been immortal and irreconcilable.

If so, why should he be soft?

Besides, he naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to do something like letting the tiger return to the mountain.

It should be noted that behind the soul Yin, there is a powerful Soul Demon Sect, and it will be many times more difficult to take it down in the future.

Therefore, this shot is a wise move.

"Brother Duan, be careful."

Zhang Lie exhorted and left the place.

The other monks also left one after another, handing over the battlefield to Duan Feng and Soul Yin.

"I will make you pay dearly for your stupidity today."

Soul Yin raised his noble chin and said coldly.

"Hehe, is it? Then I'm looking forward to it."

Duan Feng smiled, fearless.

"Noisy!"

Soul Yin let out a low voice, no longer hesitating, the spiritual power in the body fully bloomed.

"Blood-devouring Yinfenglian!"

The double-handed pinched the seal, and then, the blood-colored heart shape in the sky frantically surrounded Duan Feng.

"Hey, it's this trick again, can it be something new?"

Duan Feng shook his head, and the spiritual power was instilled into his eyes, and the [Kaleidoscope Writing Wheel Eye] opened immediately.

"Whoosh~ whoosh~ whoosh~"

After the blink of an eye, Duan Feng avoided all the blood-colored heart shapes and appeared not far behind Soul Yin.

"Extreme Ghost Swordsmanship, Storm Slash!"

The king's holy sword in Duan Feng's hand waved fiercely, and a hurricane erupted instantly.

"hu~hu~"

The arrogant whistling sound sounded, the hurricane broke through the shackles of the void, and came to Soul Yin in the blink of an eye.

However, to everyone's surprise, that terrifying hurricane rushed straight through the body of Soul Yin.

No blood splatter.

And no clothes were broken.

"Is it a phantom clone again? This trick is very slippery."

Duan Feng shrugged, his face became serious, and his attention was concentrated.

"behind!"

At a certain moment, Duan Feng did not hesitate to block the King's Holy Sword back.

"Chong!"

The knife and the sword collided, and a crisp sonorous sound sounded, accompanied by a ray of sparks.

The two of them each took a hundred steps back before they stabilized their bodies.

"Nice weapon."

Duan Feng's eyes fell on the sword in Soul Yin's hand.

The blade of this sword is very thin and thin, but its length is very long, reaching three or four feet.

"It is a blessing to be able to die in the hands of my [Black Sabre Chasing Soul]."

Soul Yin said casually.

Immediately afterwards, she held the black knife high in pursuit of the soul, chanting words in her mouth.

"Release, Soul Hunter!"

At a certain moment, beside Soul Yin, there appeared a transparent soul holding a black knife.

What is even more surprising is that this soul has no energy fluctuations in its entire body.

"Then... what is that?"

Seeing this scene, the monks around were all surprised.

Obviously, this is the first time they have seen this method.

"Tsk tsk, there is still a sword soul hidden in the weapon, which is surprising."

Hitari and the other three sword saints looked at each other with shock in their eyes.

"This must be a rare peerless artifact!"

A strong swordsman said.

"That old ghost likes to collect artifacts in the world. This black knife chasing the soul must also be his achievement."

Another strong Sword Saint also echoed.

"That little guy is in trouble this time, and the strength of the sword soul is the same as that of the master."

The last Juggernaut also expressed his own opinion.

...

"Knife Soul Hunter, come on!"

The next moment, Soul Yin's figure was illusory, and he surrounded Duan Feng with the Soul Hunter.

"Qiang~Qiang~Qiang~"

The crisp sonorous sound continued to sound, one after another.

His fists were no match for his four feet. In the end, Duan Feng was shaken back, and the aura in his body was tumbling endlessly.

"Good guy, the strength of the soul of the sword is actually the level of a swordsman."

Duan Feng was very surprised.

It would be fine if it were an ordinary Juggernaut, but this is just a soul, without the slightest energy fluctuation, and there is no trace of action to follow.

In addition to joining forces with Soul Yin, the level of tacit understanding is simply overwhelming, making it impossible to guard against.

"Can't hold back!"

Duan Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and all of a sudden, the voices of secret drinks resounded in his mind.

"God-level spiritual veins, open!"

"Eight-door Dunjia, all open!"

"boom!!"

A terrifying energy soared into the sky and resounded through the sky.

And Duan Feng's strength has also soared rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he has reached the fifth level of the Sword Saint.

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Asking for tickets, asking for a reward, there are two more nights... The pressure is huge...