~： Fifty-nine. Soul Venerable!

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The flames are blazing, and they are very hot.

A wall of fire was blocked in front of a crowd of black riders, and the hot, high-temperature breath rushed towards them, with incredible fear in their eyes.

In just one face-to-face, more than one hundred black riders, there are more than eighty people killed in this bizarre cyan flame, nearly half of them were folded!

The flame swayed for a while, and then seemed to be exerted by an invisible powerful force. The wall of fire was pulled towards the sides, revealing the road that only one person could pass through.

Yang Ming, who had changed a set of clothes, like a flaming king, greeted by flames on both sides, came out boldly and came to a group of black riders.

Under the light of the fire, a sharp face reflected in everyone's eyes, thick eyebrows, high nose, tight lips, eyes like a sheathed sword, with a touch of cold light, let people Palpitations!

At this moment, because of the use of the body of the flame demon, Yang Ming's soul was almost exhausted, but he did not show it, glanced at the black knights with a sharp gaze.

"Who the **** are you?"

The enemies he looked at shrank, and took a step back subconsciously, daring not to stare at him!

At this moment, a question uncontrollably occurred in their minds:

"What kind of child is this?"

"Do not say, do you?" Yang Ming lowered his head and gently stroked the lines on the mysterious sword. "So, please die!"

Yang Ming suddenly lifted his head, his pupils overflowed with **** pupils, and the three-wheeled jade writing wheel eyes rapidly rotated, and the long-suppressed murderous intention suddenly broke out.

fast!

Fly fast!

Following the steps of the ghost fans, Yang Ming was like a vigorous cheetah. The streamlined body left a black shadow in the eyes of everyone, accompanied by the stern sword light blooming in the crowd, and the good heads flew and the neck sprayed. The splattered blood is like a spring.

Yang Ming stood with his sword, his eyes cold.

Not because he didn't want to continue killing people, but because he couldn't.

In front of Yang Ming, there was a distinctive black ride, which was no different from the others. The only thing was a black cloak behind him, and purple hair was combed out from under the black helmet and scattered on the skull-shaped shawl.

A wave of psychic power far greater than that of Soul Master and Great Soul Master floated from the man in front of him.

Soul Venerable!

Soul Venerable above level 30!

Three Soul Rings appeared under the head of the Black Water Regiment, two yellow and one purple!

Yellow represents a hundred-year soul ring, and purple represents a thousand-year soul ring!

A hint of wry smile appeared in the corner of Yang Ming's mouth, but the people who had destroyed the village were unexpectedly led by a Soul Venerer. Was it determined to kill everyone in Shengsheng Village?

"Young man." The head of the Black Water with a cold voice came out through the black mask. "You can reach this point at a young age. You have to say that you are the most potential person I have ever seen. One."

"It's a pity that you will stop here, collect money, and eliminate disasters for others. Today, you will die here for me!"

A hint of faint luster flashed in the eyes of Yang Ming, and the amount of information implied by this sentence was huge.

"is it?"

Even in the face of desperation, Yang Ming did not give up in the slightest and stepped forward.

"Many people want to kill me, you are not the first, and definitely not the last!"

Although the soul energy in the body is almost exhausted, most of Yang Ming's proud skills do not need to consume soul energy, but consume physical energy. As long as the physical energy is not exhausted, he still has a fight!

Qinglian sword song!

In the astonished gaze of the head of Blackwater, Yang Ming turned into a sword spirit, and the five horses practiced the sword light and came chopping up!

After being surprised, the head of Blackwater smiled gently:

"Trick and worm skills."

A yellow soul ring lighted up suddenly at the foot, and the purple hair on the shoulder suddenly stretched, covering the whole body up and down, and the hairline had a metallic color.

At the next moment, Yang Ming's invincible sword gas fell on the purple hair, as if it were chopped on a hard metal, making a series of clanging clangs.

A flash of glare flashed through, and the purple hair was intact.

Jian Qi gathers together and regenerates people.

Yang Ming fell behind the head of the Blackwater, watching the other party unharmed, his heart jumped for no reason, and an uneasy feeling surged over his head.

"how come……"

The hair covered on the black armor shortened back and returned to its original appearance. The head of the black water turned around leisurely, and the voice was cold without impurities.

"My martial spirit is a Maojian hedgehog, and with the soul skills I collected specifically, it can be described as an offensive and defensive body. Young people, you have no chance of winning at all, just catch it!"

The head of Blackwater raised his right hand, his index finger extended.

Upon seeing this, Yang Ming's pupils shrank suddenly. He instinctively felt something was wrong, and the alarm rang in his mind.

Yang Ming believed in instinctive early warning and rolled over without hesitation.

"laugh!"

An invisible sharpness like sword gas passed over Yang Ming's face, scraped his skin, leaving a diagonally long blood mark on his face, then fell on the sand and mud, and directly penetrated a hole with a large finger hole .

Looking at the hole in the ground, Yang Ming was afraid in his heart. If he was just hit by the opponent, his head would be penetrated.

and many more!

Finger hole?

Yang Ming's face sank, his eyes filled with thunder, and he watched the head of Blackwater coldly, saying:

"It's you, hurt my grandpa?"

"Huh. Are you saying that the old is not dead?" Seeing Yang Ming escaped the disaster, the head of Blackwater chuckled, "Why, he is not dead yet? This shouldn't be. It seems that I'm still too kind, It should be pierced through his heart with one finger~ Why." Yang Ming held the hilt tightly, and there was a depression of low air pressure on his body. "He clearly is just an ordinary old man. , I haven’t done anything bad. The most eager thing in my life is to see the younger generation of the village able to walk out of the Holy Spirit Village. Why do you treat him like that?"

"why?"

The head of the black water snorted. This time he didn't care. The second yellow soul ring under his feet lighted up, raised his hands, ten fingers pointed at Yang Ming, and an invisible and sharp sword shot out.

"I want him to die, he will die for me, things are so simple."

The second soul ring of the head of the black water is to kill the man-eating chameleon that Yang Ming had seen in the soul hunting forest.

Soul technique changes color, and can change to form the same color as the surrounding environment, it seems useless.

But if you match the Wushun Maojian hedgehog with the head of the black water, any hair on any part of the body can be turned into a sword, which is quite sharp.

Although the head of Blackwater didn't know that the villain died from the talk of Duoyu, he didn't open his mouth to expose his soul skills. He only spoke of Wuhun and the deceptive attack posture, which interfered with Yang Ming's judgment!