Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 041 Is This the Martial Soul You Said?

To put it bluntly, the physical body of the first level of the Martial Spirit Realm is not much different from the ninth level of the Pure Bone Realm. The two realms of body refining and pure bone have laid the foundation, and the physical body has been cultivated to almost the extreme. Even if there is still improvement in the physical body, it is very weak It's just an improvement.

What's more, Wuyou's physical foundation was obviously not as good as Qiao Ye's. His strength and speed were crushed by Qiao Ye, and his agility was nothing more than half a catty. With such a rigid style of play, how could Wang Tianfang be an opponent.

However, Ji Wuyuan still didn't think Qiao Ye could win. After all, Wang Tianfang started the war with contempt, and he hadn't shown his greatest advantage yet.

While Ji Wuyuan was thinking, Wang Tianfang shook his body and got up from the ground again.

Qiao Ye looked at it coldly, then pointed her toes, and came to Wang Tianfang again.

"Boy, you're doomed!" Wang Tianfang suddenly smiled ferociously, and shouted at Qiao Ye: "You think you can beat me with the skills of those three-legged cats? I'll let you know how to write dead words today!"

Qiao Ye raised her eyebrows, and suddenly stopped, Wang Tianfang felt something was wrong.

The surrounding air seemed to be scorching hot suddenly, and there were heat waves flowing everywhere, pushing away layer upon layer.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, Wang Tianfang's body seemed to explode, and then terrifying flames exploded from Wang Tianfang's body, pushing away towards the surroundings continuously.

Qiao Ye's pupils shrank, and he quickly crossed his arms in front of him. The heat waves rolled one after another, continuously pushing toward Qiao Ye, and pushing Qiao Ye back.

The bluestone bricks on the arena continued to shatter, causing layers of stone chips to splash around.

After a while, the scattered flames gathered quickly and gathered into a fire ball. Wang Tianfang stretched out the fire ball with one arm, and with a strong wave, the fire ball dispersed, and Wang Tianfang reappeared.

Behind Wang Tianfang, there were three head-sized fire balls floating, and Wang Tianfang's left cheek was covered with finely divided, red crystals, and around Wang Tianfang, wisps of heat continued to rise.

Qiao Ye narrowed his eyes and said, "Is this the Martial Soul?"

"A rather rare martial spirit." Ji Wuyuan said, "It's called the Flame Demon!"

This was why Qiao Ye had the advantage, and Ji Wuyuan still didn't think Qiao Ye could win, because Qiao Ye didn't have a martial soul!

Martial spirits can be roughly divided into three types, namely, illusion type, possession type, and summoning type, and as the core of accompanying a warrior's life, only after cultivating the martial soul can it be regarded as a true step on the martial arts.

At the same time, different martial spirits also have different rarities. From low to high, there are seven grades: mortal rank, rare world, imperial way, earth cry, heavenly selection, unparalleled, and realm. From a certain point of view, it is also understandable It is a kind of talent and potential, the rarer the martial soul, the higher the talent and the greater the potential.

However, there are many examples of hurting Zhongyong. It does not mean that obtaining a rare martial soul is necessarily powerful. Moreover, martial souls are not fixed. It will become stronger and stronger, from the ninth rank to the first rank, constantly promoted, and in the process of promotion, there may be qualitative changes. There are many examples of ordinary martial souls becoming unparalleled through promotion.

As for Boundary Domain, not to mention promotion, people who possessed it innately have never heard of it, but there are records in historical documents, proving that there was indeed such a powerful martial soul in the past, so everyone just treats it as a legend .

Wang Tianfang's martial soul, Flame Demon, is a well-known and rare martial soul. Although the rank is not high, it is only ninth rank, but it is a metamorphosis imperial martial soul. At the same time...

This is also Wang Tianfang's greatest reliance!

As long as Qiao Ye has a martial soul, even if it is only an ordinary martial soul, Ji Wuyuan will not think that Qiao Ye has no chance of winning, but the problem is that Qiao Ye has no martial soul at all.

Without Wuhun, it is too disadvantageous to use Wuhun to fight against Wuhun.

Wang Tianfang smirked at Qiao Ye and said, "Boy, the game is over, and your luck is also at an end. From now on, you won't even be able to touch me. Tell me, what qualifications do you have to fight me? Why do you want to fight with me?" I hit!"

Wang Tianfang roared angrily, and waved his hand fiercely in front of him.

The sound of burning flames sounded, and behind Wang Tianfang, the three floating fireballs continuously sprayed out fist-sized flames, densely packed, and flew in the direction of Qiao Ye.

Boom, boom, boom...

Qiao Ye quickly ran towards the side, those fire balls kept hitting the ground, and then the sound of explosions continued to resound, every fire ball landed, there would be an explosion.

The bluestone bricks of the arena were also shattered under the explosion.

Wang Tianfang sneered, and suddenly said with a sneer: "Blame Demon Dance!"

Snapped!

Wuyou put his hands together, and the scattered flames suddenly floated up again, and then spun rapidly, forming a circle of flame tornado very quickly, wrapping Qiao Ye in it, and then continuously compressing it.

"Hahahahahaha..." Wang Tianfang laughed presumptuously and said, "A trash who doesn't even have a martial soul dares to provoke me, that's what will happen, die for me!"

Boom!

Amidst Wang Tianfang's laughter, the flaming tornado enveloping Qiao Ye exploded, and after a loud noise, the flames shot into the sky with billowing black smoke, straight up into the sky.

"Is it too early for you to be happy?"

At this time, Qiao Ye's voice came faintly from within the flames.

The surging flame suddenly shattered, and the next moment, Qiao Ye stepped out.

Boom!

The moment Qiao Ye's words fell, the ring under Qiao Ye's feet suddenly shattered, and countless bluestone bricks were swept into the air by a terrifying air wave, and then fell and smashed continuously.

Very strong breath!

The people around the arena felt the sweep of the invisible air wave, and involuntarily backed away a little, unwilling to defend against the sudden air wave.

Then……

Hiss!

As soon as Qiao Ye reached out, he tore off the clothes that had been damaged by the flames, exposing his upper body.

The next moment, black smoke emerged from Qiao Ye's back. It was as dark as the color of night, wrapped around Qiao Ye's neck, and then spread towards the side and rear, turning into a black smoke cloak.

Then……

Qiao Ye stretched out his hand and shook it forward. Black smoke spread out from Qiao Ye's palm. In the black smoke flowing like water, a square sky painting halberd slowly took shape.

That halberd is different from the ordinary Fang Tian painted halberd, the blades on both sides are made into the shape of double moons, it is not the single edge of the ordinary Fang Tian painted halberd, but the double crescent blades, as for the halberd shaft, it is all black, even the halberd head They are all black, and they look a bit larger than ordinary halberds, making them look very hideous.

Click, click!

There was a crisp sound from Qiao Ye's left face, and some black metal pieces like bone fragments slowly emerged, like a broken mask, covering about one-fifth of Qiao Ye's cheek!

"That's what you said..." Qiao Ye raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled, "Wuhun?"

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