Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 042

After a while, Ji Wuyuan was the first to react, looked at Qiao Ye and said, "He has broken through, this is his martial soul."

Ji Wuyuan was also extremely shocked at the moment. It was impossible to judge his cultivation with the naked eye, but with Ji Wuyuan's strength, it was still possible to judge whether Qiao Ye possessed a martial soul.

Therefore, Ji Wuyuan knew that before today, Qiao Ye was definitely still in the Pure Bone Realm, and had absolutely no martial soul, that is to say, it only took one night of effort, and Qiao Ye broke through!

This breakthrough speed was really unexpected, so when Qiao Ye entered the ring, Ji Wuyuan didn't notice it at all.

"No wonder you dare to promise to declare war on Wang Tianfang!"

Qiao Ye's body training and pure bone foundation are more stable than Wang Tianfang's, so as long as he has a martial spirit, he can fight!

Wang Tianfang agitated his throat joints, and then roared ferociously: "So what? It's just a breakthrough, can you control the Martial Soul?"

Wang Tianfang stretched out his hand forward, and the fire ball behind him churned again.

"Burn it!" Wang Tianfang roared angrily, "The Balrog!"

Behind Wang Tianfang, among the three fireballs, some smaller fireballs split again and bombarded in the direction of Qiao Ye.

Boom, boom, boom!

The ball of fire kept falling to the ground, roaring, and exploding. The fiery flames pushed around and engulfed everything, including Qiao Ye naturally.

"It deserves it!" Wang Tianfang laughed and said, "This is what happens when you dare to declare war on me!"

Wang Tianfang laughed out loud, but the smile stopped suddenly before it lasted long.

Suddenly a crack appeared in the surging flames, and Qiao Ye's figure reappeared, and he swung the cloak condensed by the smoke behind him fiercely. The flames in front of him were cut open.

"I think you should have had enough." Qiao Ye held the halberd in front of him, and said coldly, "Then, should it be my turn?"

boom!

Qiao Ye lifted his foot and stomped on the ground, and the whole person flew forward. Qiao Ye dragged the halberd on the ground, and the blade of the halberd dragged against the ground, easily smashing the dilapidated bluestone bricks. It was cut open again, as if the entire arena had been chopped apart.

Ji Wuyuan held his chin, feeling weird.

Among the three types of Martial Soul, Qiao Ye's Martial Soul is definitely not the Summoning type, so there is still the Transformation type and the Body type.

Judging from the terrifyingly large black halberd, Qiao Ye should be a transformed martial spirit. This kind of transformed martial spirit is not uncommon. However, the black smoke cloak on the back and Qiao Ye's face What's up with the one-fifth black mask?

Qiao Ye chopped the flames with the smoke cloak, which meant that it was not just a decoration attached to the halberd. Then, the shape of the smoke cloak and the broken mask was more in line with the characteristics of a possessed spirit.

Martial souls with two forms at the same time?

Ji Wuyuan shook his head and murmured: "This is impossible."

Ji Wuyuan had never heard of martial souls with multiple forms. If the rare martial souls in the realm were still documented in legends, then the multi-form martial souls were unheard of and had never been heard of.

And just when Ji Wuyuan was thinking, Qiao Ye had already killed Wang Tianfang.

Ji Wuyuan raised his eyebrows, this blow is very important, the martial souls of the two will collide, and it will be a turning point in the outcome. At the same time, this blow can also tell the rarity of Qiao Ye's martial soul .

Wang Tianfang's Martial Soul Flame Demon is the rarity of the Emperor's Dao level. If Qiao Ye has the Martial Soul and can't defend it, it means that the rarity of Qiao Ye's Martial Soul will never reach the Emperor's Dao level. On the contrary, if That black halberd was able to fight against the Balrog, which meant it was at least a rare Martial Soul of the Emperor's Dao level.

"Go to hell!"

Wang Tianfang roared furiously, and the three fire balls behind him suddenly merged into one, and then became extremely huge.

The huge fireball hangs above Wang Tianfang's head, like a small burning sun, and then Wang Tianfang throws it forcefully in the direction of Qiao Ye.

at the same time……

With the black halberd on his back, Qiao Ye leaped into the air and met the huge fireball.

The next moment, Qiao Ye raised the black halberd and slashed it down towards the fire ball.

Boom!

The sound of explosion sounded again, and immediately after that, everyone's eyes widened, showing a dumbfounded expression.

A black line appeared in the center of the fire ball, and the black crescent halberd blade was that line, from top to bottom, it chopped the huge fire ball into pieces.

"Impossible!" Wang Tianfang said in astonishment, "My Balrog..."

Suddenly, Wang Tianfang's pupils widened.

puff!

The bright red blood suddenly flew up, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and severe pain began to sweep.

Wang Tian lowered his head and looked, and there was a horrible wound on his chest, which spread from his left shoulder to his ribs.

That blood is his!

"what!"

Wang Tianfang screamed miserably, clutching his chest and kept retreating towards the rear.

Qiao Ye shook the halberd forcefully, shaking off the blood on the blade.

"Hey, it's not dead!" Qiao Ye looked at the black halberd in his hand and murmured, "It's the first time I used it, didn't I master the strength well? It should be cut deeper."

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!" Wang Tianfang yelled at Qiao Ye angrily, "Look at what you have done!"

"What did you do?" Qiao Ye said with a smile, "I'm just killing you!"

boom!

Qiao Ye stomped on the ground again, and rushed forward, quickly coming to Wang Tianfang.

Wang Tianfang's pupils shrank, and there was an inexplicable feeling of fear, as if...

The smell of approaching death!

"How could I die here, at the hands of a petty person like you." Wang Tianfang roared, "I'm the one who survived, Balrog Dance!"

Enduring the severe pain, Wang Tianfang waved his hands vigorously.

The flames scattered around immediately fluttered rapidly and gathered in the direction of Qiao Ye, forming a bombardment.

Boom!

Accompanied by the sound of flames bursting, when those flames merged, they turned into a pillar of fire and soared into the sky.

Wang Tianfang grimly said: "The flame demon has fallen, die for me!"

Around the pillar of fire, the flames suddenly flowed backwards, like a waterfall of flames flowing backwards, heading straight to the place where Qiao Ye was.

Boom!

The second crackling sound was heard, and the flame waterfall fell to the ground, turning into a circle of fire waves, which were pushed towards the surroundings crazily, one layer after another, turbulent.

"Get out of the way of those who don't want to die!"

Ji Wuyuan let out a low cry, raised his palm and pushed forward, and there was a strong wind all around him. Ji Wuyuan simply relied on the wind of his palm to forcefully push back the flames, and kept them within the range of the ring.

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