Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 382 I Still Disagree

"what!"

Qiao Ye's whole body was shrouded in black smoke. He opened his mouth, and the black smoke overflowed from Qiao Ye's mouth, carrying an incomparably evil feeling.

Wu Junjie roared angrily, and the manifested Rakshasa rushed towards Qiao Ye again, but at this very moment...

"die!"

Qiao Ye shouted, and the black halberd in his hand swept forward fiercely. A Raksha had just arrived in front of Qiao Ye, when a black arc swept across, and his body was cut in two.

The next moment, Qiao Ye took a step, and the surrounding black smoke moved along with Qiao Ye, blowing towards the front, and then Qiao Ye's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, Qiao Ye had already come to another body. Behind Luo Sha, and then...

puff!

The sound of blood splattering suddenly sounded, and that Rakshasa's head flew into the air, and a column of blood spurted out from the empty neck.

Qiao Ye stood up straight, slowly bent her fingers, and then swung forward fiercely.

Boom!

After one blow, a thunderbolt appeared and moved forward, shattering the ground continuously, directly entering the group of Rakshasa, and then exploded loudly, blowing away the surrounding Rakshasa.

"Joe..."

Wu Junjie roared angrily, and rushed towards Qiao Ye's direction. After stamping the ground forcefully, he jumped up and landed towards Qiao Ye's direction.

Boom!

The pair of ghost claws protruded forward and collided with the black halberd in Qiao Ye's hand, making a clanging sound.

"Raksha Dharma!" Wu Junjie roared, "Evil ghost eats!"

Wu Junjie roared angrily, and the surrounding Rakshasa turned into phantoms, forming a huge grimace, and opened his bloody mouth to Qiao Ye and bit down on it.

Boom!

The moment the grimace landed on the ground, the ground instantly shattered, and even, an area with a radius of about ten meters sank directly downward, completely collapsing.

Wu Junjie laughed loudly and said, "You alone deserve to fight with me!"

"Aren't you happy too early?"

But at this moment, Qiao Ye's voice sounded faintly, Wu Junjie was startled, he turned his head abruptly, after a burst of black smoke, Qiao Ye unexpectedly arrived behind Wu Junjie at some point.

boom!

Qiao Ye drew out the halberd, cut it directly at Wu Junjie's waist, and made a cut on Wu Junjie's waist. The blood suddenly stained Wu Junjie's body red, and at the same time, Wu Junjie was swept away with the halberd.

The black smoke around him surged again, and the moment the black smoke passed by Qiao Ye's side, Qiao Ye's figure disappeared again, and when he appeared, he had already come to Wu Junjie's side.

Not giving Wu Junjie a chance to land at all, Qiao Ye held the halberd in both hands, and after rounding it, he slammed the halberd on Wu Junjie again, sending Wu Junjie flying again.

boom!

Wu Junjie fell to the ground, the phantom of Rakshasa on his body could no longer be maintained, became extremely dim, and began to dissipate continuously, Wu Junjie's physical body re-emerged.

Struggling, Wu Junjie wanted to get up from the ground, but his body tilted and fell back to the ground again. The strength in his body seemed to have been exhausted.

"You defeated a spiritual monk at the first level of the Spirit King Realm, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 26,000 points."

Wu Junjie has already lost!

The Rakshatian domain also began to collapse at this moment, so everything turned into nothingness and began to shatter continuously, like smashed glass, began to shatter.

Qiao Ye didn't intend to stop, and pointed directly at the sky.

Boom!

In the sky, there were bursts of thunder again, and the thunder like a long dragon broke through the sky. Amidst the thunder, thunderbolts continued to fall one after another, continuously falling towards Wu Junjie.

Boom, boom, boom!

The thunderbolts fell continuously, constantly torturing Wu Junjie's body.

"enough!"

Zhou Ziyang finally couldn't hold back anymore. He really didn't expect that even Wu Junjie was not Qiao Ye's opponent. This feeling even made Zhou Ziyang feel palpitations. You know, Zhou Ziyang's cultivation is much higher than Qiao Ye's.

While his heart was palpitating, Zhou Ziyang also made a decisive move. Wu Junjie must not die. He is a figure representing the future of the spiritual realm. Moreover, Wu's father, Wu Junjie's father, who is from the Heavenly Demon Department and has a great reputation, is even today. One of the elders of the tribe of the Demon Department!

Wu Junjie was summoned by Zhou Ziyang. If Wu Junjie died like this, Zhou Ziyang would definitely be blamed and even pay a heavy price. Zhou Ziyang could not afford to offend Wu Junjie's father.

Zhou Ziyang's figure flashed, and he quickly appeared on the field. The moment the thunder fell, Zhou Ziyang went up to meet it, intending to carry it down instead of Wu Junjie.

With such a shoulder, Zhou Ziyang was shocked instantly!

Qiao Ye is only at the Martial King Realm, while Zhou Ziyang is a strong man at the Spirit King Realm, which is the Martial King Realm in terms of Martial Domain, which is a whole big gap!

In Zhou Ziyang's view, even if Qiao Ye is powerful, he is only at his age and under his current cultivation level. It is still very easy for him to deal with the falling thunder.

However, when the thunder fell on Zhou Ziyang, Zhou Ziyang almost breathed out the fragrance. The thunder was like a heavy hammer, almost knocking Zhou Ziyang staggering. Countless electric currents split Zhou Ziyang like knives. Ziyang's body.

Even, after the thunder fell, the scattered electric current would seep into the body at the moment of contact, directly hurting the internal organs, making Zhou Ziyang feel that the internal organs were churning.

After carrying seven or eight lightning bolts in a row, Zhou Ziyang almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

However, fortunately, relying on the advantage of his cultivation base, Zhou Ziyang was able to carry it down.

But this was already terrifying enough. The horror in Zhou Ziyang's heart was indescribable. Qiao Ye actually injured himself by at least one big realm. It wasn't just a skin trauma. Zhou Ziyang suppressed the trembling so hard that he didn't let the mouthful of blood spit out.

And at the moment when the thunder dispersed, the green ghost turned into a figure, appeared suddenly, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Zhou Ziyang coldly, obviously warning Zhou Ziyang not to attack Qiao Ye!

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!" Zhou Ziyang bit his teeth and admitted decisively: "This time we are wrong, I can make amends, and you can ask for anything, please stop here."

The green ghost glanced at Zhou Ziyang, and said, "I don't care what I say about this matter!"

Do you want to let yourself bow to a junior?

Zhou Ziyang gritted his teeth, and then said to Qiao Ye: "Qiao Ye, do me a favor, I can apologize on their behalf, as long as this matter is over, I promise no one will trouble you again."

"You are considered a senior after all, since you have said so..."

Qiao Ye raised his eyelids, the thunder in the sky dissipated, and the Netherworld gradually disappeared...

Zhou Ziyang heaved a sigh of relief, the kid in front of him was finally sensible, if he was looking for trouble, he could talk about it later, at least save Wu Junjie first.

But at this moment...

Qiao Ye's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and said with a sneer, "I still disagree!"

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