Chapter 1960

"Well?"

The master of the soul hall was surprised.

Looking at the attack of a sword, subconsciously will ignore it, a palm shot.

After all, in front of him is just a young man who has not even entered the legend.

Not to mention a unique, even the legendary veteran warrior, but also invincible to his mind.

However, when the sword was really pressed, the head of the soul hall suddenly changed his face.

The soul power in his hand was suddenly shattered by the sword.

If he hadn't been quick to respond and stop his hand in a hurry, I'm afraid his hand would have been pierced by now.

At the same time, the sword, not retreating, came straight.

That sword, no edge, no intention, no potential.

But he directly ignored his soul power.

With his whole body's soul power, I'm afraid it's the level of elder Jiang Yue that he can't shake.

But now, the young man in front of him came with his sword and bullied him. He even came a few steps ahead of him.

Today's situation, it seems more like the young man in front of him, who has to deal with the head of the soul hall. '

"hum." The general hall master of the soul hall snorted coldly and stepped back three steps.

The master of the soul hall is ultimately the master of the soul hall. He is the legend of the day, the first soul master in the middle region, and a number of strong men in the world.

All means are not light.

He retreated three steps, just out of the scope of the sword.

And every step back, his soul power will break out once.

Three steps down, the whole body soul strength, has reached the sky.

Soul power, self attack, attack Xiao Yi.

The soul is invisible.

However, under the absolute control of the master of the soul hall, it seems like a hand with only shape.

It seems as light as air, but in fact, every trace is enough to crush the towering mountains and burst through the sky and earth.

The head of the soul hall doesn't even have to move.

If you think about it, you can do your best.

This is the horror of the soul master.

The hand with only shape seems weak, but her intuition tells Xiao Yi that each one is extremely dangerous.

Each one is enough to kill an old legendary strong man on the spot.

But at the same time, intuition also tells Xiao Yi that he is not afraid of the sword in his hand.

Xiao Yi holds up the sword with one hand. There is no front on the sword, but the shadow of the sword is like dancing.

The shadow of the sword will defend the surrounding area tightly.

Although it is a sword of defense.

But at the same time, it is also a sword of attack.

The shadow of the sword is dancing, and it is approaching the master of the soul hall step by step.

When the sword edge passes by, the invisible hand is broken by a sword even before it gets close to Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi's sword becomes irresistible.

But his steps were not measured.

The reason is simple.

Even though the sword in his hand had great soul power, the soul power of the master of the soul hall still broke out continuously.

Every time Xiao Yi breaks an invisible hand, it is a cohesion in an instant.

The two sides were in a standoff.

However, this alone is enough to make Xiaoyi proud.

The master of the soul hall was forced to do nothing for him.

"I have some skills." The head of the soul hall narrowed his eyes.

In the eyes, in addition to surprise, but also colder.

The sword of killing God can't be lost. It can only be returned to the soul hall.

Whoa

Suddenly, the wind howled.

The wind, strange and unpredictable.

The wind, invisible, with the ultimate penetration.

Obviously, that's also soul power.

Also did not see the soul hall general hall master to have half minute movement.

But around 100 meters, it seems to be a place of strong wind.

In the wind, the invisible hand is still dancing.

Xiao Yi still blocks the sword one by one.

A strong wind, turned into a blade of wind, as if ignoring the space was attacked.

On one side of Xiaoyi's sword body, the sword without a sharp edge can withstand the wind.

Wind, as thin as cicada wings.

The sword, as on the edge of a cicada's wing, cleaves precisely.

The blade of the wind disappears in a moment.

The wind, more violent, more rampant.

The wind howls and the invisible hand dances.

But inside, Xiao Yi's figure becomes more and more mysterious.

One person, one sword; hard to shake the boundless wind, countless invisible hands.

The body of the sword can resist the wind accurately or go down through the air.

Around, but is the soul of the continuous dissipation.

The head of the soul hall, his brows gradually wrinkled up, and, more and more, wrinkled tightly.

Xiao Yi, on the other hand, is more and more brave in the war. The sword is more and more powerful in his hands.

Xiao Yi's steps finally took a step forward.

Ten seconds later.Figure, again approaching the second step.

After another step, his sword will be able to approach the head of the soul hall.

The head of the soul hall has already narrowed his eyes.

Xiao Yi's sword in her hand is not exquisite; instead, there is only a simple chop and a chop.

The seemingly simple move is like a child's sword dance, but the sword is accurate.

A sword cut down, more and more heavy.

The sword is more and more fierce.

It's not the sword changing, but the heart moving.

Xiao Yi's heart, now only anger.

Anger, gather all the sword in your hand.

He did not expect to come to the general Hall of the black devil hall, full of expectation, but came back disappointed.

And not only disappointed, but also forced to stay, life and death threat.

Luo senior deceived him, a light floating words, he played, all his efforts, turned into nothing.

But there was no delay or debt between him and Luo.

Although he was unwilling to do so, he was still able to leave.

But the main hall of the soul hall deceived him, and that was what he did not want.

"If you want to deceive me, just come." Xiao Yi's teeth, squeeze out a cold word.

His unwillingness and his anger erupted in this instant.

His last sword was extremely fierce.

When a sword falls, the surrounding soul power collapses and melts.

In the third step, Xiao Yi stepped out.

This sword directly takes the master of the soul hall.

"Fight me with the sword of killing God to restrain the soul power. What a cunning boy." The master of the soul hall squints and looks colder.

"Without soul power, what are you?" Xiao Yi sneered and the sword fell straight.

"Oh." The mouth corner of the main hall of the soul hall grinned with a disdainful smile.

"Without soul power, I'm going to kill you. It's still easy."

Boom

A burst of momentum broke out on the master of the soul hall.

It's not soul power, but a powerful yuan force in his martial arts cultivation.

Xiao Yi's sword was shaken open.

The master of the soul hall is a legend of the time.

In addition to the soul master's soul power, he is also a martial arts man, with a body of cultivation and Yuan power.

Yuan Li is not something that can be restrained by the sword.

Even if the pure cultivation and Yuanli, the general hall master of the soul hall, is enough to kill the old legend strong.

What more about Xiao Yi?

But this time, Xiao Yi was not afraid, flustered and confused, but sneered.

"Press."

A cold drink.

The master of the soul hall suddenly changed his face.

In the small world of his body, his soul power suddenly lost control and ran away.

When the small world ran out of control, it was difficult for him to control the internal force.

He is the world's first soul master, can't control his own soul power?

That seems like a joke.

But it's real today.

He knew that all this came from the sword without blade, the sword of killing God.

"Hum." Master of the soul hall, once again cold hum.

However, Xiao Yi, who had been shaken back by a lot of shocks, once again came out with a sword.

"Press." The head of the soul hall, he also drank in his heart.

Originally out of control and rampage, the soul power erupted again.

The wind, the invisible hand, reappears.

"Press." Xiao Yi drinks heavily again.

The soul power, which has just been stabilized, is out of control again.

Of course, out of control, there was only a moment, and it was suppressed again.

Out of control, violent walk, and then down to stable.

The two are constantly fighting each other.

Xiao Yi once again with the sword, facing the strong wind.

The sword, like dancing wildly in the wind, never stops.

The sword, like chopping waves and chopping spines, approaches step by step.

Although the sword has no edge, Xiao Yi holds it without intention.

However, this is the case, but it fits perfectly.

This sword without a front can hardly be used for fighting.

But today, in the hands of Xiao Yi, it really shows its extraordinary side, showing its real power and light.

The sword is like a startling goose in the end.

The tip of the sword is on the throat of the main hall of the soul hall.

"You are defeated."

That cold voice, in this broad black robed young population, cold spit out.

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