Chapter 159

Xiuping Leng for a moment, then noticed the sky of Wu: "no brother, I..." Wu lightly looked at the eyes and hummed: "go back, it's OK!"

At the moment, Leng Wuhen shrugged his shoulders slightly, thinking about how to solve the problem at the moment. After all, the guy above is definitely not his opponent. Leng Wuhen is very clear about this point, and he consumes too much, so he can't keep fighting. But there is no better way at the moment.

It's only now clear to Leng Wuhen that the legendary Wu who uses shadow and soul is the soul clan. Few people seem to know this.

"No!" That man is actually the man in the legend. No one can be unaware of his name. He is very mysterious and powerful. He is a God in the hearts of countless people. So are the people of Yunyan empire. Only because he dares to challenge the majesty of the imperial dynasty and sweep away countless strong people, can he achieve his reputation a hundred years ago!

Li Qianyou, Chai Zimo and Gong Tianyu were shocked. If the fight just now made them panic, now it's time to attack their hearts. It's just because Wu's name is not only powerful, it's not easy to see one side.

One hundred years ago, after the first World War, it suddenly disappeared and faded out of people's sight. There was no relevant news. Now it appears again. Li Qianyou, Chai zime and Gong Tianyu feel like dreams in their hearts.

"I know you. I think there will be few people who don't know your deeds in the fantasy world. But I never thought I would meet you like this, and I'm still an opponent. I admit that you are very strong, but this is not an excuse for me to give up my resistance!"

Leng Wuhen's body flashed and rushed towards Wu.

"I don't seem ready to die!"

Wu Jian Leng Wu Chen's body moved and attacked. From Wu's calm eyes, he couldn't see a trace of emotional fluctuation. He flashed to Wu's body, and the light flashed. A black sickle had fallen into Leng Wu Chen's hands, and the ember gas in his body had risen to the limit.

At the moment, cold traceless aura is not much, he must attack first, otherwise he will certainly not be able to resist the powerful attack of the other party, although he also knows that this is just futile, but everything has to fight.

The purple flame on the blade suddenly erupts. It seems that the flame that can burn the soul and destroy everything is released. It emits a hot fire several meters away from Leng Wuchen's body.

Eyes cold gaze at no, cold no trace, right hand a shake, hands Lingyan across a beautiful throwing arc, big shout: "death!"

The left foot makes a fierce effort, and the body jumps high. Because the speed of the virtual flash is too fast, there are residual shadows in the air, and then it stretches to dozens of residual shadows, which are transformed into virtual shadows with the fluctuation of the air.

The murderous spirit is constantly released from Leng Wuchen's body, and the Lingyan in his left hand suddenly takes a purple flame several meters long. He splits head-on without any fancy and goes straight to Wu's head. Wu still stands in the same place and smiles calmly.

Looking at Leng Wuhen's powerful knife, a cold flash flashed in his eyes. A cold light flashed from his long sleeve, and Wu's hand met Leng Wuhen's fierce attack.

With the cold no trace cut, the powerful power burst out instantly, and the purple flames attached to the blade all rioted, surrounded by a light mist.

"Bang!"

The strong air current will be all around with layers of huge waves, will be countless stars forest of dead trees even root lift fly, around the incarnation of a sea of fire, fog rolling, clear roar, Wu still stood there, not even a breath of Ember gas, and cold no trace is the face show startled color, a huge force hit, step back tens of meters to barely stabilize the body.

In Leng Wuhen's surprised eyes, Wu's left hand is a humble black phantom. The fight just now makes Leng Wuhen find that he can't feel the strength of the other party.

When Lingyan cuts down, when his attack collides with Wushou's shadow, an irresistible sharp air is like a super powerful force suddenly hitting Lingyan, and his body retreats uncontrollably. He knows very well that Wuwu's strength surpasses him too much.

What's more terrible is how familiar the shadow is. There's no doubt about the shadow spirit. But the soul people don't have the spirit. Why does this man have the shadow spirit? What surprised Leng Wuhen most is that he doesn't have to use the shadow spirit. What kind of concept is this? Only the soul studio can do it, but he has to store his strength for a moment, but he doesn't have any extra action.

At the moment, it seems to shock each other's face and make him feel more and more pale.

On the contrary, a faint smile appeared on Wu's face, and he said calmly, "you let me get back a little bit of the feeling of that year." After three resurrections, he has already been in a mess. He has no special feeling that can make him mention half interest, in other words, hobby!

Now the feeling of long absence has come back again, not because of anything else, but because the other party is also a shadow. Although it's very bad, it's still much better than the average person. At least it can be used freely.Although the young man can't let the shadow and soul attack independently and control countless consciousness, this is also very rare, which is not too much compared with his youth.

But I feel a little unfortunate for Leng Wuhen, because the real power of yingpo is the power after death, which no one can do except the soul clan. That's why yingpo is not too powerful in other people's eyes, and can't use powerful ability and soul skills, because no one knows this, and no one can resurrect after death!

"You're such an interesting guy, just like me back then."

Wu's eyes twinkled with cold light, his face almost formed a distorted shape, the murderous spirit of the whole person suddenly emerged, his hands tightly clasped in front of his chest, and he completed a series of complicated hidden soul movements with super fast speed.

After the completion of Wu's action, he suddenly cried out: "shadow soul, the spirit of illusion!" As soon as the voice fell, I saw the black light shining in the air, with a harsh voice, as if tearing the space. A huge black human shadow came into my eyes.

The black figure has a body several feet high, a ferocious face, a huge sword in his hand, and the terrible power of shaking the earth and mountains. It's hard to imagine that it can form this huge human form, just like the existence of God, but it is actually formed by black liquid!