Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 215 Minus two more

Those who were still standing on the ring felt a chill in their hearts for no reason.

They finally understood the meaning of Qiao Ye's words.

Anyone who can't survive this blow is not eligible to participate in the next battle.

because……

They are all dead!

boom!

At the same time, Qiao Ye swung his halberd, chopped off the blood thorn in front of him, and stepped forward.

This was the first time that Qiao Ye had left his original position, and the scope of his activities exceeded the circle that Qiao Ye himself had drawn.

"Let me count, how many are left..." Qiao Ye said with a grim smile, "1, 2, 3..."

Boom!

Suddenly, the ground behind Qiao Ye exploded, and two young men dressed in black clothes jumped out from behind, holding daggers in their hands, and stabbed Qiao Ye's back forcefully.

Brother Feng!

The Feng family of the Jianmen country does not run a dojo, nor is it a place of inheritance, nor is it a noble family, but an organization that painstakingly cultivates assassins, and Feng Xinbao, along with Feng Zimo, are outstanding existences among the young people of the Feng family's generation. Both of them are at the seventh level of the Martial Madness Realm, so they are not outstanding, but they are very good at assassination!

The so-called assassination is to appear in the most critical position at the most critical moment, and then...

Kill each other!

The brothers of the Feng family found such an opportunity, and when Qiao Ye was unprepared, they came suddenly and directly hit Qiao Ye's back.

The corners of the mouths of the two couldn't help but smile.

Qiao Ye is very strong, terrifyingly strong, and many people don't realize how stupid they are until they die. The benefits Yan Beixing promised are not something they can take if they want.

But precisely because of Qiao Ye's strength, the two firmly believed that after such a terrifying blow and harvested a large number of lives, Qiao Ye would be proud and take it lightly.

They just need to seize the moment and...

Dang clang, clang clang!

The daggers of the two pierced Qiao Ye's back at the same time, but after the clear and crisp symphony, their daggers failed to pierce the dark armor on Qiao Ye's body!

The faces of the two showed shock at the same time. The dagger was not an ordinary dagger, but was transformed from their martial souls. was completely crushed.

What is the grade of Qiao Ye's martial soul?

This thought crossed their minds involuntarily.

Then……

puff!

The moment the two of them had doubts, Qiao Ye didn't even look back, and the black halberd in his hand was swept towards the rear.

In the next moment, the brothers of the Feng family stared wide open, their bodies were cut in two at the same time, and they fell from the air to the ground, their eyelids still could not be closed, with doubts in their eyes, they could not rest in peace.

"You defeated a martial artist of the seventh level of martial madness, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 9600 points."

"You defeated a martial artist of the seventh level of martial madness, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 9600 points."

Qiao Ye raised her arm and swung the blood off the black halberd.

"Subtract two more!" Qiao Ye looked forward and said, "There are still seven people left. Are you going to come? Or should I go?"

The remaining seven people are the strongest in this battle of kings, and it is also the reason why they are still alive, but even so, looking at the densely packed corpses hanging on bloody spikes around them, the seven people are still alive from head to toe. A chill.

"What are you afraid of!" Zhang Zhun said in a low voice, "No matter how capable he is, after killing so many people, he should consume a lot. If we go together, the consumption will kill him!"

While talking, Zhang Zhun took the lead in stepping out, kicking up his foot!

A circle of golden light appeared on Zhang Zhun's body, and layers of air waves rolled up and pushed away, cutting off the surrounding blood thorns, and then stepped forward fiercely, punching Qiao Ye from the air.

The huge golden fist appeared again, coming with the sound of howling wind, continuously smashing the blood thorns in front of it.

Qiao Ye raised his head and said, "Since you are so confident, let's start with you!"

Facing the golden fist mark, Qiao Ye landed with a halberd.

Boom!

There was a loud explosion, the golden fist print was shattered by Qiao Ye's halberd, and the terrifying huge wave pushed back, Zhang Zhun was thrown directly, the clothes on his chest were torn, bloody and bloody, but Zhang Zhun A carp straightened up and stood up again.

Zhang Zhun's angry-eyed King Kong not only has powerful physical attacks, but also has a good defense. This is a characteristic that all martial spirits related to Buddhism have. The Buddhist golden body is resistant to beatings!

at the same time……

Along with Zhang Zhun's attack, the others were not idle, they jumped over the surrounding blood thorns and rushed towards Qiao Ye.

Di Qiulong from the Azure Dragon Dojo let out a low cry and stretched his arms.

"Martial soul!" Di Qiulong roared, "Turn the dragon in the waves!"

Around Di Qiulong, there was light like white waves, and then, a seven or eight-meter-long white dragon appeared, twisted and rolled in the air, and swooped down towards Qiao Ye.

"It's just a snake..." Qiao Ye sneered and said, "Do you dare to call it a dragon?"

The moment the white flood dragon came in front of Qiao Ye, before the bloody mouth could open, Qiao Ye suddenly jumped up and pressed his palm on the white flood dragon's head.

Boom!

The huge body of the white flood dragon was forced to the ground by Qiao Ye's blow, smashing the ring into pieces.

After one blow, Qiao Ye didn't stop, but turned around and swung his halberd!

Because, the moment Qiao Ye succeeded, behind Qiao Ye, there was also a howling wind.

Lan Bao, the son of the Flying General of Tianyuan Kingdom!

Boom!

The moment Lan Bao rushed out, a set of silver armor appeared on his body.

An eighth-grade imperial level martial soul, silver dragon battle armor!

His fist collided with the black halberd, making a crisp clinking sound. Although Qiao Ye didn't cut the armor open with a halberd, Lan Bao's whole body was chopped off by Qiao Ye's halberd, and he couldn't resist the attack from the halberd at all. After falling to the ground, he rolled continuously, finally stabilizing his figure.

"Jie jie jie jie jie..."

At this time, sudden strange laughter came from all directions.

Bai Lingfeng, a disciple of Wu Xun Dojo!

and also……

An eighth-rank Summoning Martial Soul of the Diming rank!

Hell monk!

The little hell monk was only the size of a palm, wearing a black cassock, with a skull head, standing in Bai Lingfeng's palm, opening and closing his mouth, making that ear-piercing, weird laugh.

Almost instantly, Qiao Ye felt dizzy in his head, and even the qi in his body became disordered amidst the laughter, and the black smoke around him also began to change because of Qiao Ye's body abnormality. Erratic, constantly shaking, scattered, and then re-condensed!

Spiritual attack type Wuhun!

and……

The attack of the hell monk is not just a mental attack!

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