Su Yiwen Lingzhao

Jekong Temple.

"Senior, does this mean that my young master's current strength can kill the feathered characters of the god-infant realm?"

Wei Shan asked seriously.

"It's hard to say."

Qingshi Jianxian shook his head and explained patiently, "Dead spirit is a kind of soul body, it has no Taoist body and is born with insufficiency. people."

"Like the Qin Hongyu just now, who was originally in the Dao Realm, but after becoming a dead spirit, he can only have a power that is weaker than that in the middle stage of the Infant Realm."

"But if she were to face off against the real Divine Infant Realm powerhouse, she would definitely lose."

"This is the insufficiency of the dead soul. Without the body, it is like duckweed on the water, a tree without roots."

"Simply put, Daoyou Su's current strength is enough to fight against the real person Yu Hua in the early stage of the Divine Infant Realm."

The Jiekong swordsman on the side also nodded and said: "This kind of power is enough to shock the past and the present, in the ancient times, except for a handful of the most amazing descendants of the immortals, no one can do this.”

He and Qing Shi Jianxian were both the top figures on the road to ascension. In terms of experience and knowledge, they naturally far surpassed the people of the world.

Wei Shan was happy when he heard this, and said, "It's comparable to the initial stage of the Infant Realm, and I noticed that the young master's strength is still improving!"

Jianxian Qingshi and Swordsman Jiekong nodded, feeling emotional.

How could they not see that Su Yi, in the battle, has been further tempered and excavated?

The current Su Yi is just a one-level cultivation.

In time, when he sets foot in the cave realm, how powerful should his Taoism be?

What if he set foot on the path of feathering?

Think about it and you can't help but be shocked!

Outside.

Under the sky, after Su Yi's voice came out, the scene became eerily silent for a while.

Those wise dead souls looked at each other, but no one was in a hurry to stand up.

Who can not see that Su Yi is at his peak at the moment?

However, there are also dead souls eager to try.

"Huayang Xianshan, sword repair Liangguan, I would like to have a showdown with fellow Daoists!"

Soon, a tall and thin man in white robe stood up, which immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

He has broad shoulders and narrow waist, his eyes are long and narrow, and he holds a long blue sword in his palm.

"This is a nice guy."

Qing Shi Jianxian Review.

Huayang Immortal Mountain is the head of the Seven Great Sword Sects of Taikoo, and there have been many peerless swordsmen from the Ming Yao side!

This deceased spirit named Liang Guan was roughly as powerful as Qin Hongyu during his lifetime.

But this person's strength is obviously better than Qin Hongyu.

This can be seen from the breath on his body.

"This may be the opponent Su Daoyou expects to meet."

The Sword Monk whispered softly.

When we talk, the battle has already begun.

Liang Guan stepped into the sky and pulled out his sword.

His swordsmanship can be described as "quick like fire, domineering like thunder".

Just looking at it from a distance, it makes the skin tingle, and the mind is like being cut by a knife.

In the end, Liang Guan lost.

It's not that he is not strong enough, but that Su Yi's strength has already changed significantly after the first two battles.

And he swallowed a lotus seed from the nine-color lotus pod, which made his cultivation level rise, and he was only a line away from entering the late stage of Unity.

Therefore, in the battle, even if it is a head-to-head fight, as time goes by, Su Yi will step by step

Stay on top.

In the end, in less than half a quarter of an hour, Su Yi came from the east with a sword and flew out Liang Guan with a knife, suffering heavy damage.

"Unfortunately, my body does not exist, otherwise, this battle will not be lost so quickly."

Liang Guan sighed.

He took out a bronze box and placed it in front of Jiekong Temple.

Su Yi said lightly: "You are a dead soul without a Taoist body, and I am the king of the unified realm who has never set foot on the path of ascension. What a pity to say?"

Liang Guan was startled, nodded, got up and bowed his hands and said, "I have been taught."

He turned and stepped off the field.

Su Yi let out a long breath.

split.

But Su Yi didn't care at all.

Such a fierce battle is too rare. He has not encountered it for a long time. It is the strongest wine in the world.

He can clearly feel that every inch of his body seems to be surging with raging fire, and every thought is stimulated by the will to fight, producing an incomparable desire.

What is sword repair?

With the sword in the palm of your hand, the battle will never end!

"Next."

Su Yi opened his mouth, and the three floating words clearly resounded in the ears of everyone present.

The atmosphere was dull.

Until now, Su Yi has won three games in a row!

This made those spectators stunned, like a miracle.

It also brings great pressure to those who are present!

"Fellow Daoist Su, can you dare to compete with me with the power of your soul?"

Suddenly, the black-robed old man standing on the white jade elephant opened his mouth.

He was full of demonic energy, like an unparalleled demon god.

Some deceased spirits are mocking, and they can make such unreasonable demands, which shows how shameless this old guy is.

"Old guy, even if you are a dead spirit, you are still in the Ascension Realm, how can you be so shameless?"

The monk Kongzhao sounded like a trumpet, full of irony.

"The way of the soul that the old man cultivated before his death is just a suggestion, and he never said that fellow Daoist Su must agree."

The black-robed old man spoke lightly, and didn't mind the mocking glances from all around him.

Su Yi looked up and down the black-robed old man and said, "If you compete with the power of the soul, I'm worried that you will lose faster."

The audience was stunned.

The black-robed old man was called "Huayin Real Man", and he was proficient in the mystery of the soul. Among them, he was also one of the top figures.

After all, all dead souls are spirits, and the most dreaded thing is to fight against a character who is proficient in the mysticism of spirits like Zhenren Huayin.

But now, Su Yi doesn't seem to be afraid at all!

"Are you… sure?"

The black-robed old man Huayin looked strange.

Su Yi said, "Try?"

The real person Huayin laughed, swept his eyes around, and said: "Everyone has seen it, it is Su Daoyou who took the initiative to choose to fight with the power of the soul, not the old man deliberately bullying the weak."

He looked very happy and proud, with a smile on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

This made everyone silent, Su Yi agreed, what else could they say?

"Fellow Daoist Su, that old man is welcome."

Huayin's voice was still echoing, and the figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

Shout!

In an instant, countless Huayin real people appeared out of nowhere, and rushed towards Su Yi from all directions.

Many dead souls changed color and breathed a cold breath.

Become a thousand things!

This is an extremely bizarre divine soul secret method.

Su Yili didn't move.

Since he said he wanted to compete for the power of the soul, he would not break his promise.

Boom!

His sea of ​​consciousness roared and turned into a huge vortex of kendo.

Seeing this, the real Huayin couldn't help laughing up to the sky. With the countless avatars of the soul, he rushed directly into the kendo whirlpool.

Boom!

Huayin real person rushed into Su Yi's sea of ​​knowledge!

"This..."

Everyone was shocked.

Some of the dead souls are even more flickering and ready to move.

Everyone can see that the real Huayin has entered Su Yi's sea of ​​consciousness, which means that Su Yi may be taken over by the real Huayin at any time!

"How come?"

Many spectators were shocked, how could the spectators be so careless?

Qing Shi Jian Xian and Jie Kong Jian Seng also felt caught off guard, and their expressions also changed.

Just as the two were about to come to the rescue,

"Ah-!"

A shrill scream cut through the sky.

Everyone was taken aback.

He twitched like a maniac.

Everyone was horrified and shocked by this sudden scene.

"Do you agree?"

Su Yi asked with a smile.

In the beginning, the Lord of Blood Lantern also broke into his sea of ​​consciousness, but was completely suppressed.

And this Huayin real person, after rushing into his sea of ​​consciousness, the result is the same as the blood lamp Buddha Lord, he was easily suppressed, and was almost smashed by the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword.

"Serve!"

Huayin real person shouted with a trembling voice, his face full of horror.

"I told you earlier that if you compete with the power of the soul, you will only lose faster."

Su Yi said, "Leave the spoils and leave."

The real person Huayin hurriedly took out a storage bracelet, and then left the stage immediately, sitting on the white jade elephant to heal.

He was seriously injured, and his soul was about to crack, which was terrible.

This scene also shocked everyone present. It is impossible to imagine what kind of experience Huayin had just experienced to lose so miserably.

For a while, the gazes of those dead souls looking at Su Yi changed again.

The Sword Immortal Qing Shi and the Sword Monk Jie Kong both breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and could not help but laugh at themselves.

Even they couldn't see the mystery, and they were shocked. It really shouldn't be.

"Who else?"

The monk Kongzhao was full of pride, and his eyes scanned the audience.

Su Yi won four games in a row, which made him also excited and proud.

Of course, more importantly, they also harvested a batch of rich and attractive loot, all of which are feather-level treasures, and their value is immeasurable!

The atmosphere was dull and depressing.

Only monk Kong Zhao's sentence "Who else" echoed in everyone's ears.

The expressions of those dead spirits are all gloomy and uncertain, and their eyes are subconsciously looking at the same place.

There is a golden sword in that place.

A group of feathered monks stood on it.

"Since there is no one to fight, let me do it."

Perceiving everyone's gaze, a middle-aged Taoist headed by him spoke and stepped into the arena.

As soon as she appeared, she became the center of attention.