Chapter 1884

? Soul attack is indeed a weakness for Jian Wushuang now.

For this reason, he spent a lot of resources to improve his soul before, and now he has formed a real soul, and the real soul is extremely strong, far stronger than ordinary gods, and such a strong soul is more tenacious.

In addition, he also obtained a soul ring from the ancient battlefield where the Qinghuo Realm was located.

Although the soul ring was damaged a lot, it still had a considerable defensive effect against soul attacks.

This is Jian Wushuang's soul support, but now he is facing the unfathomable strength of the black-clothed boatman, and his soul attack... Jian Wushuang doesn't know if he can block it.

boom!

The terrifying power of the soul is like a sharp sword tearing apart everything, directly impacting Jian Wushuang's real soul.

The first time he encountered the obstacle of the soul ring, its power was weakened by most of it in an instant.

And the rest of the power was hindered by Jian Wushuang's temporary formation of multiple soul barriers.

In the middle of the gray void, Jian Wushuang stood there clenching his teeth, with a gloomy face, and when the power of the soul really hit his real soul, his body trembled violently.

A sharp pain erupted, causing the veins on his forehead to bulge, as if they were about to explode.

But fortunately, despite the severe pain, his real soul finally survived the soul attack, only suffered some damage.

"Fortunately, fortunately, I deliberately spent a lot of resources to improve the power of the soul, and fortunately I got the soul ring in the ancient battlefield, otherwise..." Jian Wushuang was terrified. He knew that if one of the factors was missing, He has been directly killed by this soul attack.

Suddenly... a mournful cry resounded through the void.

Jian Wushuang's pupils shrank sharply, he had barely survived the soul attack, but now the ultimate move of the black-clothed boatman came again.

Too fast and too sudden.

The key point is that Jian Wushuang didn't know where the black-clothed boatman was before he made a move. When he found out, the black-clothed boatman was already behind him, and the ultimate move was only a few feet away from him. .

"The technique of picking the moon!"

The majestic divine power and blood power,

It exploded suddenly.

The most powerful secret art of the ancient gods, the art of picking the moon, can be used directly.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang's technique of picking the moon is directly aimed at the void where he is.

Boom~~~ The surrounding endless world, endless time and space are oppressed in an instant.

Not only the black-clothed boatman, but Jian Wushuang himself was also oppressed by the world, time and space, and was greatly restricted.

But in comparison, Jian Wushuang is subject to far fewer restrictions.

I saw Jian Wushuang's figure tilted slightly, passing by a black light from the black-clothed boatman.

"Avoided." Jian Wushuang's heart moved.

The technique of plucking the moon is originally to make the opponent be oppressed by the heaven, earth, time and space, and he is a great move to kill the opponent with all his strength.

But now, it was used by Jian Wushuang to avoid the ultimate move.

"It's smart enough." The black-clothed boatman also showed surprise.

But just as Jian Wushuang was driving the four Hongjun golden swords to fight back, the black-clothed boatman once again merged into the surrounding gray mist and disappeared within Jian Wushuang's perception range.

"Damn it!" Jian Wushuang looked ugly.

"Jian Wushuang, this guy is completely integrated with the surrounding gray mist, and he is hard to find. As long as the gray mist is there, he can fight or retreat. As long as he attacks you, you have no right to attack him. It can be said that he is invincible Yes." Gu King's voice sounded in Jian Wushuang's heart.

"In that case, let's blow away the gray mist." Jian Wushuang's eyes froze for a moment.

"An ancient god's unique knowledge, the law of heaven and earth!"

hum! hum! hum! hum! hum! hum! ~~~

The void trembled, and huge phantoms of ancient gods appeared out of thin air behind Jian Wushuang. At a glance, there might be hundreds of phantoms.

These phantoms are all condensed by majestic divine power.

"Samsara Palm!"

Jian Wushuang let out a low cry, and suddenly struck out a palm that contained the power of endless samsara.

At this moment, the densely packed phantoms of the ancient gods behind him also had a vast concentration of divine power, and after that, the palm prints were taken out, and they were all reincarnation palms!

You must know that Samsara Palm was created by Jian Wushuang after comprehending the shocking palm left in Yi Xingweng's mind. In terms of power, it is also an extremely tyrannical secret technique, and it does not consume any divine power when performing it. , A palm like this can only be used at most a dozen palms.

But now, Jian Wushuang himself, including the phantoms of the ancient gods he formed, are showing this palm one after another. The consumption of divine power... ordinary god emperors can't bear it.

But Jian Wushuang cast it directly.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

I only heard one after another violent roaring sounds, these monstrous palm prints that seemed to contain the entire samsara bombarded the surrounding void crazily, completely bursting the surrounding void, just one round of bombardment, the void where Jian Wushuang was located was enough Within a range of nearly ten thousand miles, everything was smashed to pieces by the bombardment.

Even the space was gone, and the gray mist that existed in this space was naturally blown away and swallowed ruthlessly.

Without the hindrance of those gray mist, Jian Wushuang finally locked the figure of the boatman in black.

At this moment, the black-clothed boatman was standing quietly in a void thousands of miles away.

"Hehe, as expected of rebellious cultivation, the divine power is really majestic. Such a dense offensive should consume a huge amount of divine power, but you perform it with ease, without any pressure." The black-clothed boatman admired, even if there is no He was still not in a hurry in the gray mist around him.

"Now, you and I can fight fairly." Jian Wushuang's eyes were extremely cold.

The moment the voice fell, Phew! call out! call out! call out!

Four golden lights burst out instantly.

The speed is fast enough to make ordinary god emperors terrified.

Jian Wushuang has already brought his understanding of the Dao of Time and Space to the extreme, and because of his improved understanding of the Dao of Swords, the power of the four Hongjun golden swords is also stronger than before, and their power is even more terrifying.

"Even without the help of the gray mist, the old man can still kill you."

The black-clothed boatman smiled strangely. When the four golden lights appeared in front of him, the black blade in his hand was a strange one, like a poisonous snake, which instantly passed through the center of the four golden lights.

The four golden lights were instantly shaken to the side by the black blade, and the black-clothed boatman did not stop at all in his hands, and appeared in front of Jian Wushuang in a flash.

Wow!

Endless gloom erupted, and the black blade descended.

Jian Wushuang only felt that he was instantly plunged into the boundless darkness.

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