~： One hundred and seventeen. Catch the turtle in the urn

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Sit and watch the heavy rain in the dark clouds, spraying the mountains before it is clear.

Suddenly surprised Yunyu on his head, but it was the night before the mountain.

The extreme heat and extreme cold, under the collision of each other, after all, Ye Zhiqiu is better.

With the huge soul power of the 53th-level Soul King, the transpiration of the smoke just rose not long after, and it turned into a cumulus cloud, and it rained down like a rain in July.

"Shushasha, Shashasha..."

Raindrops hit the ground, splashing puddles.

The rain is very cold and so cold that it can penetrate the flesh under the skin.

Originally surrounding the melon-eaters who were watching movies nearby, they were soaked in rain by the rain and became a soup chicken, sneezing when they were weak.

But the rainwater was within a meter of Yang Ming, and it was instantly evaporated by the flame jacket shrouded by Yang Ming.

The night was drooping, and the burly flaming demon body stood in the rain, the body was constantly sprayed with hot high temperature, and the whole body was filled with a thick fog that could not reach the fingers.

The flaming giant fist descended from the sky, like a meteor sky falling, wrapped with the power of people's side.

Watching the huge flame of the truck head coming, Ye Zhiqiu sneered in his heart:

"If I were at the same level as you, maybe I would avoid a three-pointer for you, but now I am nearly 20 levels higher than you!"

Suddenly, a weird scene appeared.

But I saw that Ye Zhiqiu's neck shrank inwards, and the entire head seemed to be like a turtle retracted into the turtle's shell. It was so smooth that it was retracted into the chest cavity. With the extremely hard turtle turtle shell, it stiffly resisted Yang Ming's attack!

The hot breath on the flame giant fist was constantly weakened by the Xuanshui ice seal, and when Ye Zhiqiu's hard turtle shell was less than half the power of the heyday, only the strength of the wrapper was added due to the inertia of falling from the air.

"when!"

It sounded like the heavy sound of morning bells and twilight drums, which kept echoing in the night rain. The sound was so unpleasant that the popularity of the blood rolled, making everyone subconsciously cover their ears in order to avoid eardrum shock.

Yang Ming withdrew his fist, San Gouyu wrote round eyes through the heavy fog to see clearly Ye Zhiqiu's appearance at the moment, frowning straightly, of course, if he still has brows now.

Ye Zhiqiu's turtle shell didn't move, and even Yang Ming's attack failed to leave even a little scar on his body.

Although Qinglian Earth's Heart Fire is the best martial arts soul of the fire department, and the body of the soul demon flame is the best soul skill, but in the Douluo continent, the gap of the soul power is a gap visible to the naked eye.

Not to mention, the difference between the levels of the two people is almost 20 levels!

Yang Ming was surprised, but didn't know it. Ye Zhiqiu's surprise was no less than Yang Ming's, and even more so.

Ye Zhiqiu's forehead exuded a drop of hot sweat, his eyes flickered in his eyes, and there was a dangerous sound in his heart.

"What a terrible flame martial soul is my nemesis of my black turtle martial soul!"

"Even if my Xuanshui ice seal weakened his attacking power, even though my turtle shell was isolated from most of the high temperature, the moment just now made me feel like I was in a hot spring."

Ye Zhiqiu can imagine that if Yang Ming is at the same level as him, no, even if it is only a few levels lower than him, I am afraid that just now, it will be enough to cook him.

"Where is this Shrek Academy sacred? How can such a monster be bred?"

The thoughts in his heart turned sharp, and Ye Zhiqiu's movements did not stop at all.

Under the expense of soul power at any cost, the Xuanshui ice seal continuously expands the area of ​​ice to squeeze Yang Ming's activity space, and also weakens the thousands of degrees of high temperature from Yang Ming.

While Yang Ming's old force was gone, Xin Li was still alive, Ye Zhiqiu plucked his head out of his chest, opened his mouth, and spit out a black cold current like an arrow, spraying towards Yang Ming on the spot.

The third soul skill, Xuanshui stirs!

Fifty-three spirit power moistened, this black cold current was fast and fast, tearing the cold rain under the night, and immediately hit Yang Ming's body of flame demon.

"Poof!"

Yang Ming looked down and was surprised to find that the black cold current hit where the flame was quickly annihilated by the severe cold, and the area of ​​annihilation continued to expand.

In order to eliminate the severe cold that penetrated the body, Yang Ming's body formed by Qinglian Earth's Heart Fire continued to shrink, from the original height of twenty meters to four meters.

One can imagine how strong Ye Zhiqiu's soul skills were!

"Is the soul power enough?"

"Open the door, close the door, open the door, hurt the door, open!"

Among the eight doors of Dunjia, four doors, six doors, seven doors, and eight doors are opened, which is equivalent to four different thresholds. Each crossing of the threshold will get a qualitative improvement.

Not waiting for Ye Zhiqiu to be happy, but saw that the flame on Yang Ming's body suddenly became more intense. Although he did not continue to expand his body size, the fluctuation of the soul power accumulated on his body showed that this was the soul power of the soul level.

However, this is not over yet, and the soul continues to climb!

It wasn't until it barely reached the soul power of Soul Sect.

Ye Zhiqiu breathed a suffocation, and the scene in front of him almost subverted his three views!

It clearly feels that Yang Ming is still a great soul master, but the fluctuation of his soul power is far beyond the level!

Feeling the power emerging in the body continuously, Yang Ming took a deep breath.

Compared to when six-year-old opened six doors, opening four doors now is a category where Yang Ming can easily withstand pressure.

Opened his eyes suddenly, the flame spewed out.

Ye Zhiqiu did not know why, and suddenly felt a throbbing sensation of scalp tingling.

It is clear that he has a higher level than Yang Ming, but there is such a feeling for no reason.

But he is also really good, UU reading books www.uukanshu. Even if com was in doubt, he still chose to hide in the turtle's shell very heartily, as a tortoise.

However, this time is different.

Yang Ming stepped on the ghost fan's footsteps. The five-meter-high flame demon body was not dragged by his body shape, and the speed was extremely amazing. A virtual shadow was crossed in the night rain, causing a burst of exclamation among the crowd.

Clenching the big fire fist of the casserole, Yang Ming's eyes were full of cold light. With the strength and speed obtained after the four doors opened, he actually reached the point of twenty punches in one second. The rainstorm pear blossomed like a fist, and directly Ye Zhiqiu drowned!

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang! !

Even if Ye Zhiqiu is real, he resolutely resists Yang Ming's boxing with his martial arts and soul skills, but the force attached to his fist is exerted on the turtle shell, making Ye Zhiqiu inside the turtle shell in an unusually bumpy shock In the environment.

boom!

When Ye Zhiqiu's forehead bumped against the tortoise shell, he was dizzy, and at the moment when his mind was relaxed, his eyes suddenly lit up.

It turned out that his head was actually pulled out of Yang Ming's chest.

Looking at Yang Ming in front of him, Ye Zhiqiu smiled awkwardly and said:

"You are so handsome, what's your name?"

"Catch the turtle in the urn." Yang Ming said lightly.