Chapter 1710 Strength

Boom!

The stone giant took a step forward and appeared in four directions of the Lingbao flying boat. Each of them had a different aura, as if they were different lives.

The giant in front of the left exuded a cyan-gold light all over his body. Every move he made was full of infinite power, as if he could easily break through the world.

The giant in front of the right had a cold look in his eyes, and strands of essence ran through the void like chains.

The giant behind the left was illusory, like an invisible phantom, and was shrouded in illusions.

The giant behind the right was full of blood, and it seemed as if a vast sea of ​​blood was hidden in his breath.

"Strength soul, essence soul, spirit soul, blood soul... It seems that this Lord of the Crying Soul Clan has at least cultivated his life power to the four souls realm!"

Gu Xiuyun narrowed his eyes.

The Crying Soul Clan has strange magical powers and possesses a talent similar to that of a warrior's clone. It can split the soul into seven and condense seven life soul clones at the same time. However, the difference is that the clones of the Crying Soul Clan are not restricted by the supreme rules, and each one can exert its combat power to the extreme.

The four clones were four powerful masters with different means.

"Practitioner, prepare to die!"

The giant in front of the left shouted, and his blue-gold fist turned into a knife, slashing towards the rhinoceros phantom like a sharp sword rising into the sky.

Swish!

The space suppressed by the gray frost was forcibly pierced.

That was the spirit clone of the Weeping Soul Clan, with a huge force that was as strong as the Golden Dragon Lord.

At the same time, the spirit clone also moved.

Countless spirit chains crossed the void, blocking the space around Gu Xiuyun, and with the gray frost, blocked all retreat routes.

"Senior Ye!" Ning Yuan stood in the depths of the flying boat, his face pale.

Although he couldn't see the outside scene clearly, the breath of the spirit clone and the spirit clone was too terrifying. Even though he was separated by the Lingbao flying boat and the rhinoceros phantom, he still felt suffocated and even his sea of ​​consciousness collapsed.

It can be imagined how amazing the power of the Weeping Soul Clan Lord is.

However, facing the sword that tore the sky and split the earth, Gu Xiuyun just raised his sleeves lightly, and a gust of wind rolled out from his sleeves, invisible and intangible, but like iron and stone, and came to the front of the giant in an instant.

"Don't know whether to live or die, how can you easily resist the power of this emperor!" The stone giant showed a sneer on his face.

Puff!

The cyan-gold hand knife was full of unstoppable power, instantly tearing the gust of wind, and even the speed was not affected at all.

"Sure enough, you are bluffing." The smile on the giant's face became more and more intense.

Before the voice fell, the broken gust of wind condensed into a sky of silk threads, which tightly wrapped around the cyan-gold arm, and the resistance increased several times more than before.

"How is it possible?"

The giant's face suddenly showed surprise, "How powerful is this emperor's power and soul clone? It can kill the Supreme Performer with a punch, but it can't annihilate a mere gust of wind?"

It's just a gust of wind, and there is no blessing of the rules of Taoism. How powerful can it be?

But the facts are in front of it, and it can't help but believe it.