1150 Yifeng's Calmness
"Hand over the Pearl, and let you leave alive, or die!" the black-robed old man said gloomyly, and the last word was extremely cold.
Seeing Yifeng still looking at him mockingly, the man in black furiously burst out of his heart, and once again performed the soul-hunting technique, which contained the power of space, which meant to kill Yifeng in one fell swoop.
"I'll see how you take my move." The man in black sneered.
"He can't take it, can't this king still take it?" The man on the throne sneered, his handprints changed, and a surging force burst out, directly touching the opponent.
The two forces collided together, flattening the surrounding area, and there was not a trace of intact land around it.
"The power of space? Sovereign-level soul body?" The black-robed old man stared at the man on the throne with disbelief in his eyes. His perception clearly detected that the other party was only slightly stronger than the peak of the Zun rank, but there was a great distance from the Jun rank. But why the opponent can display the power of space, and is more proficient than him.
"snort!"
The man on the throne didn't explain either, he used a secret technique to block the man in black robe, and his strength was raised to the level of a half-lord. Although there is still a lot of difference compared to the Jun rank, it can still use the power of space. With his state back then, he is naturally more proficient in using the power of space than the man in black.
The man in black took a deep breath and stared straight at the man on the throne. Although there were some scruples in his eyes, he was not too worried. The dementor has a natural suppression effect on the soul body, and the opponent's strength is far inferior to him, and it is only a matter of time before he is dealt with.
"I happen to lack a powerful soul body to refine the charm pill. I caught you and I happened to refine the charm pill." The man in black sneered and laughed.
This sentence made the man on the throne burn with anger, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn you!"
After finishing speaking, the seal knot in the hand of the man on the throne was faster, and at the same time as the seal knot was connected, a wave of power surged and condensed, and in the void, a huge vortex formed, such a terrifying vortex, in his seal Under the knot, it gradually began to crack. With the strength of the man on the throne, it is a bit troublesome to control such a large vortex.
However, under the shout of the man on the throne, a strange energy merged into the vortex, and the vortex that was about to collapse immediately condensed and shrunk, condensing into terrifying energy, entangled directly on the arm of the man on the throne.
The man in black looked at this scene, and his heart became serious. He has already determined that the man on the throne is the ancient soul body, and with the power just now, it is very likely that he cast the ancient secret method.
The name of the ancient secret method alone is enough for him to take it seriously.
The man on the throne, entwined with terrifying energy, threw his arm fiercely towards the man in black. The fingers turned into claws, grabbing straight at the opponent's vitals.
The figure of the man in black retreated abruptly, his eyes were full of solemnity, and he also cast a soul-stirring technique, facing the man on the throne.
"boom……"
A loud thunderous noise reminded him that when the man on the throne shattered the opponent's insanity spell, his expression also changed. A series of energies galloped out, blocking his mind, and a series of muffled sounds appeared in his mind.
"It's just an ancient strongman, and he can even detect the hidden soul-hunting technique." The man in black looked at the man on the throne with respect. He used this move to kill many strong people, but this time He was easily blocked by the man on the throne.
"But the soul body is the soul body. If you haven't reached the king rank, no matter how powerful your martial arts are, it's useless."
After finishing speaking, the aura of the black-robed man surged, and a wave of soul power surged out, superimposed around him like a wave, and the surrounding spiritual energy frantically poured into his surroundings, the terrifying spiritual energy condensed into a huge fist, and then moved towards The man on the throne just thumped.
Wherever the giant fist passed, there was no whistling of wind, the entire void was dead silent, and only the void could be seen collapsing piece by piece. Under this huge pressure, the ground was also pressed down several meters.
Such terrifying pressure changed the face of the man on the throne, and the energy wrapped around his arm was even more terrifying. Looking at the heavy punch, he went straight to meet it, and at the same time displayed several secret methods to improve his own strength.
"bump……"
The two forces collided crazily. At the place where the two collided, there was no burst of strength, but a crack was torn open. A black hole with a size of one meter appeared out of thin air. drawn into a black hole.
Yifeng looked at the black hole and swallowed hard. Unexpectedly, the collision of the power and energy of the space between the two actually tore apart the space. This kind of terrifying power is beyond his reach.
"You can only do it if you reach the king rank."
Yifeng's heart was full of longing. He had never longed to reach the rank of honor before. In the face of this force, the rank of honor is simply vulnerable. Yifeng now understands why the old man wants to intimidate those old guys to attack him, and Jun Jie's attack is not something he can resist at all.
After all, the man on the throne was no match for the man in black robe. Under this blow, although he looked to resist, his soul and body were much more illusory, and he was obviously severely injured.
The man on the throne backed out, looked at Yifeng who was still standing there, and couldn't help but said anxiously: "Leave quickly, I can't hold back for a long time, I can only buy you a little time."
The man on the throne was secretly anxious, Yifeng hadn't escaped yet, if Yifeng was beheaded by the other party, he would have to be destroyed because of his mental imprint. Only when Yifeng leaves, can he find a way to escape.
But what the man on the throne didn't understand was that Yifeng didn't care about his reminder at all, and just looked at the man on the throne coldly.
"Chichi...want to escape?" The black-robed man sneered endlessly, looking at the man on the throne who was quite illusory, he used his soul-stirring technique again, "Stay here?"
The man on the throne looked at the soul-stirring technique that was attacking him, and quickly retreated, shouting at Yifeng: "Go!"
"Hmph! Then ask me if I agree or not!"
The man in black was also afraid that Yifeng would really run away, so he devoted part of his mind to deal with Yifeng, and shot out a soul-stirring spell straightly. Wherever the soul-stirring spell passed, the space collapsed and shattered.
But Yifeng still just stared blankly at the man in black robe, while the man on the throne looked at Yifeng who was standing there motionless, and said angrily, "Are you stupid? Move quickly!"
It's no wonder that the man on the throne is in a hurry, this force is terrifying, and it is definitely not something Yifeng can resist. Under this bombardment, Yi Feng's soul body would be blown away, and Yi Feng's soul body would be blown away to the north, then even if he didn't die, he would definitely lose 50% of his original soul.
When seeing that energy was about to hit Yifeng, Yifeng just hummed: "If you don't make a move, no one will bully you. No one will explain the meaning of ideal life to you anymore."
==End of today==