Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 623 Spirit Venerable

At this moment, Qiao Ye's whole temperament became illusory.

Qiao Ye was clearly standing there, but it seemed like he couldn't be seen, and it seemed like his whole body filled this space, everywhere.

It was a very mysterious feeling, as if meeting and merging with everything in the world, everything in this world was Qiao Ye, and Qiao Ye was everything in the world.

Then……

Qiao Ye casually stretched out his hand forward.

The sword light that was falling and killing everyone unexpectedly hovered in the air the moment Qiao Ye stretched out his hand.

The next moment, Qiao Ye pointed her fingertips towards the little emperor.

Almost instantly, the sword light suddenly flew upside down, and all of them flew towards the little emperor in reverse.

The little emperor stared at the boss, obviously not expecting such a change. After a low growl, he raised the Zhen Guo sword and slashed forward.

The invisible sword energy swept between the sky and the earth, and the flying sword light hovered again, and then...

Boom, boom, boom!

The sword light exploded crazily, and exploded into circles of light balls in the air, as if connecting the sky and the earth into a line. The incandescent light swayed around, illuminating the sky and the earth, and everyone involuntarily closed their eyes. Eyes, dare not open, for fear of being blinded by the light.

After a while, the smoothness dissipated, and all the sword light was completely shattered.

Everyone looked at the sky with lingering fear, and they were more grateful for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe. Their eyes couldn't help but fell on the three supreme beings in the world. It seemed that one of them made a move to save their lives.

These people didn't know that King Ruyang, Jinshangshen and Wang Yueyang also looked blank.

It stands to reason that they should indeed stand up now, and only they have the qualifications to stand up, only they can resist Zhen Guojian!

However, it wasn't them who made the move.

At this moment...

Qiao Ye took a step forward, tapped her toes lightly on the lake, and ripples spread out in all directions.

Immediately after...

The spiritual charm wrapped Qiao Ye's body, making Qiao Ye look like a ball of light, which could only print a hazy outline, and then walked through the air, towards the sky.

Wang Yueyang felt that he was completely dumbfounded at this moment, and whispered with trembling lips: "Qiao Ye? Lingzun?"

King Ruyang doesn't have much feelings for Jinshangshen. After all, the Demon Realm has been closed for many years, and it has only recently connected to the Nine Realms battlefield. King Ruyang doesn't know much about Wuyu and Lingyu, and Jinshangshen is even more confused. Wushui, after all, has never been to the Nine Realms Battlefield.

As the supreme human being in Wuyu, the two of them have only met Wang Yueyang.

As for Lingyu...

The two of them, not to mention Lingzun, I am afraid that Lingdi has never met, after all, there is no chance of contact.

However, Wang Yueyang is different!

Wuyu and Lingyu have been fighting for years, and Wang Yueyang also fought against Lingyu Lingzun.

That illusory, elusive feeling is the result of cultivating one's spiritual power to the extreme with the cultivation technique of Lingyu, that is...

The feeling of Lingzun!

However, Qiao Ye is a spiritual master?

A Lingzun in his twenties?

What's more, he's a native of Wushu. Although Qiao Ye is a dual-cultivator of spirit and martial arts, everyone knows that Qiao Ye's major is martial arts, which is Wuhun!

Wang Yueyang felt that he was crazy, or that the world was crazy. He had never seen such a crazy thing in most of his life.

And at this moment...

Qiao Ye stepped into the air and stepped into the air, standing in front of the little emperor.

"It's you again!" The little emperor said angrily, "Where did the yellow-mouthed boy come from, to provoke me repeatedly and punish me!"

The little emperor roared angrily, and directly raised his sword to slash.

The mountain that Wang Yueyang created was cut off by the little emperor abruptly, and then the small half of the mountain smashed directly in the direction of Qiao Ye.

Seeing the mountain top flying towards him, and soon forming a huge shadow, Qiao Ye remained expressionless, as if he didn't care at all.

Then……

All of a sudden, the mountain seemed to be caught by someone's palm, hanging in front of Qiao Ye.

The next moment, Qiao Ye stretched out his hand and swiped in front of him.

The mountain was separated strangely, as if cut out by a knife, and turned into square stones about half a person's height, floating in the sky.

Many people gasped in amazement.

This scene was like a miracle. The mountain rock was not a pastry, so how could it be cut into such square pieces? Even, the incision was extremely smooth, as if it had been polished.

Then Qiao Ye stretched out his hand and tapped again, on the countless square stones, gravel continued to peel off, falling from the air, and as the gravel peeled off, the square stones turned into densely packed stone spears , innumerable, suspended in the air, and as Qiao Ye reached out and pressed forward, the stone spear flew forward frantically.

The little emperor looked at the flying stone spear, and the Zhenguo sword in his hand rose again, and swept forward, and a large piece of sword light collapsed again, and flew forward.

The huge roar sounded again, and the sword light and the stone spear collided continuously, making loud noises one after another.

In an instant...

The sword light shattered, and the stone spear broke!

The terrifying collisions formed air waves, which were pushed away frantically in all directions layer by layer, layer by layer, circle by circle, madly pushing in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, this space is like a hurricane blowing, the lake surface is constantly rippling, setting off water waves, and the mountain that hit the center of the lake is constantly collapsing.

The clouds in the sky were washed away, and the forests by the Xuanwu Lake were broken one after another and fell towards the bottom.

After another collision, Qiao Ye reached out again.

Spring water gushed out from the lake, broken trees flew into the air, and sand and sand rolled up into the air, forming a large sandstorm.

In the sky, Qiao Ye waved his sleeves, and a dark thundercloud was summoned. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and azure thunder churned in the clouds.

A scene like the end of the world makes people feel trembling.

The little emperor was holding the Zhenguo sword, but he still had an indomitable momentum, rushing forward.

Facing the sandstorm, he directly slashed forward with a sword.

With a bang, the sword fell, and the sword light erupting from the Zhen Guo sword reached over a hundred feet, and the sword swept forward, breaking the sandstorm with a single blow.

Countless winds scattered towards the surroundings, and turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

The little emperor roared again, his body was wrapped in golden sword light, he soared straight up, rushed directly to the sky, and then shook one after another in the sky, with an incomparably violent aura, continuously slashing down thunderbolts.

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