Each Jin Yang Puppet was torn apart by the sword energy like paper. In just a moment, there were stumps and severed limbs everywhere on the ground. The Jin Yang Puppet in the middle of the twenty-seventh earth level was crushed by Ye Wenlong's unparalleled sword energy.
In front of you, you are vulnerable!
Seeing this scene, the white-faced Yang Gui's expression changed greatly, and the corners of his mouth twitched in pain. This was his precious Golden Yang Puppet, and it was destroyed like this. Moreover, he saw that Ye Wenlong's sword energy
But it wasn't just as simple as cutting it off, the sword energy had already destroyed half of Jin Yang Puppet's interior. Even if he wanted to repair it, it would take him a lot of effort.
It was also the first time for Ye Wenlong to use sword energy. This was something he only recently mastered after comprehending the sword intention of the sword tower. This is the real sword energy, not the kind produced by injecting spiritual power or good power into the sword body.
Sword light contains the profound principles of swordsmanship. It is indestructible and invincible. However, Ye Wenlong's mastery of it is not very deep. He cannot use the Yao Iron Sword to exert real sword energy, so he can only rely on this one in his hand.
The Qingxuan Sword obtained from the dragon clan's treasure house can barely be used.
However, sword energy is a top-level method that consumes spiritual energy. Although it was just a small test with great results, it also consumed a lot of his spiritual energy. At this time, Ye Wenlong's face was extremely pale, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was even stronger than before.
Get stronger.
In fact, Ye Wenlong has more than one way to deal with these Jinyang puppets, but compared to those, the movement of the sword energy is much smaller. This blind spot seems to be an isolated sealed space, and behind it is the Source Ice Cave. He doesn't know how to use it.
He didn't dare to take the risk of whether those means of massive destruction would affect the cave. Compared to Zhao Xuerou, consuming this little dragon spiritual power was nothing.
"You... can really condense sword energy?" The white-faced Yang Gui was stunned, and his face became more solemn, but then he said ferociously: "So what if you can gather sword energy? I will cut off your flesh piece by piece and see how you look.
How can you be so arrogant?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared and flew around Ye Wenlong like a ghost.
Comparing speed with me? Ye Wenlong sneered in his heart, but the next moment he immediately realized that something was wrong. Under his keen six senses, he seemed to find something extra in the space, and his spiritual consciousness suddenly shrank and concentrated on the surrounding areas of his body.
Space, he immediately discovered that countless colorless filaments, much smaller than silk, appeared in the air at this time, and the filaments were being woven into a huge sheet that enveloped him.
After compressing the spiritual consciousness again, one can finally see the barbs on these thin silk threads, emitting an evil feeling like ice and fire.
Golden Ghost Silk!
The Golden Ghost Silkworm is a kind of dark creature. The silk they spit out is extremely thin but extremely tough and has barbs. It is the top material for refining micro-weapons. Once bound by the Golden Ghost Silkworm silk, there is no way to earn anything.
Unless you are truly indestructible, the golden ghost silk can cut you into pieces.
But now it is not a piece of golden ghost silk, the white-faced Yang ghost is weaving a piece of golden ghost silk. Once the golden ghost is woven into it, the gods cannot escape!
"cut--"
Ye Wenlong didn't dare to be careless. He didn't know if he could withstand the constraints of such a top-notch micro-weapon. Even if he could, he couldn't try it. The Qingxuan Sword slashed out, and a sharp sword energy cut straight into the void.
.
"Ding ding ding ding ding..."
A series of inaudible sounds of metal and stone colliding came. Under the cover of spiritual consciousness, Ye Wenlong was shocked to find that none of the golden ghost silk threads struck by his sword energy were broken, but were only scattered by the sharp sword energy.
go.
"cut"
"cut"
"cut"
"You're so tough, you sister?" Ye Wenlong fired several swords in disbelief. However, he soon discovered that those golden ghost silk threads were not only tough, but also light and unbearable. His sword energy could only swing at most.
It opens but it keeps cutting.
"The Golden Ghost Silk Divine Sword is hard to damage. Even if you try to cut it off with your little sword energy, it's just a dream." The white-faced Yang Ghost's proud laughter seemed to be carried in the wind: "You can
Enjoy the taste of the golden ghost silk cage and slowly watch your body being squeezed and torn into pieces by the silk knife!"
Thinking of the golden ghost's silk cage being slowly closed and the flesh and bones of this hateful boy being squeezed out piece by piece, the white-faced Yang ghost's heart became inexplicably excited.
There is no one alive in the world who dares to call him a "white face". This kid will soon become a dead man, a golden Yang puppet.
The white-faced Yanggui turned so fast that he couldn't even see his shadow. Even with Ye Wenlong's eyesight and powerful soul power, he couldn't clearly see the figure of the White-faced Yanggui. This was the fastest speed that Ye Wenlong had ever encountered.
A strong man, even Su Ruoyu, who is famous for his speed, is still far behind the speed of this old white-faced man. This is already the ultimate speed, and the limit is hard to say.
In the sound of the white-faced Yang ghost triumphantly wreaking havoc, the golden ghost silk threads surrounding Ye Wenlong from top to bottom slowly gathered toward the middle, and the entire space became a cage of golden ghost silk threads. Ye Wenlong changed his sword energy into a sword
Mang's counterattacks were less and less effective, and with the continuous sword energy slashing, Ye Wenlong's dragon spiritual power was also hard to swallow.
Is there any way to break this game? Is it necessary to enter the Babel Tower space? Although Ye Wenlong felt awe-inspiring, he was not desperate yet. He had no choice but to enter the Babel Tower space. But in this way, his
The Tower of Babel is likely to be exposed.
"Haha, boy, just die!" The white-faced Yang Gui suddenly appeared, as if the Golden Ghost Silk Cage had been completed. The densely packed Golden Ghost Silk Silk intertwined to form a cage with a diameter of more than ten meters, trapping Ye Wen.
The dragon completely enveloped it and gradually closed in.
"roar--"
At this moment, with a roar, Ye Wenlong's momentum exploded crazily, and his whole body was like a balloon. He squeezed the golden ghost silk cage to withstand it, and even broke away a little. You can see that he was trying his best inside.
He was holding on, his face was red, his eyes were bulging, and his veins were bulging. His face looked painful, as if he was about to collapse at any moment.
"Boy, don't hold on. The golden ghost's silk cage has become a prison. Even if you have the ability to reach heaven, you can't even think of escaping from it." The white-faced Yang ghost said proudly, but the expression on Ye Wenlong's face was extremely ferocious:
"Boy, you know, what I hate the most is pretty boys. When I see one killing a couple, you dare to call me old white face. I will serve you well and let you live and die. I will make you despair.
, died slowly in pain and incomparable torture, watching his flesh fall off piece by piece, and watching his bones shatter piece by piece."
"It can't be...you...an old pretty...you used to be...a pretty girl...and that woman...is ugly, old...and fat...like a pig?" Ip Wen
The dragon sneered with a ferocious face, as if he would not give in to death, and then took a deep breath.
The white-faced Yang Gui almost spurted out three liters of blood on the spot. His overwhelming anger was brought to an extreme by Ye Wenlong's ridicule. He seemed to have seen the disgusting scene when he was favored by that fat pig woman, and saw those people pointing fingers behind his back.
In the scene where he was making irresponsible remarks, a pale old face suddenly turned red. He walked forward with great anger, pointed at Ye Wenlong and shouted hysterically: "You...you are the pretty boy, your whole family is..."
It's a pretty boy, I..."
That's it!
"Howl——"
After Ye Wenlong took a deep breath, his closed mouth suddenly opened, and a terrifying dragon roar came out with tyrannical mental pressure, like a landslide and a tsunami.
Dragon roar and explosive wave!
"Hangxiao——"
The violent sound waves of the dragon's roar fiercely annihilated the white-faced Yanggui. The white-faced Yanggui was still somewhat vigilant, but the anger caused by Ye Wenlong's ridicule completely disappeared. Without any defense, he was instantly caught.
Ye Wenlong's long-planned explosive wave of dragon roar flew away directly, and blood spurted out from the seven holes, carrying a powerful mental impact, which actually knocked the white-faced Yang Gui unconscious.
As the white-faced ghost fainted, the golden ghost's silk cage collapsed and turned into a small ball that was twice the size of a checkers marble and fell to the ground.
The remaining eight Jinyang puppets did not disappear, and at the same time they rushed towards Ye Wenlong with their swords.
"die--"
Ye Wenlong slapped the Qingxuan Sword, and a sword arc passed through the void. With two hisses, two Jinyang puppets were cut off at the waist. The remaining six rushed over without fear of death. Ye Wenlong's figure suddenly disappeared.
The golden Yang puppet jumped to nothing, but Ye Wenlong slashed with his sword, cutting off the head of the white-faced Yang ghost without hesitation, and then slapped his dantian with one palm, one brighter than the previous one.
Many golden elixirs flew up, and he grabbed them with a wave of his hand and sent them into the dragon ball space.
And as the white-faced Yang ghost lost his elixir of death, the six Jin Yang puppets also burst out with light at the same time, turning into six golden beans and rolling to the ground without any breath. It was as if these Jin Yang puppets were all affected.
The white-faced ghosts control their minds. Once the white-faced ghost dies, they will be beaten back to their original form. Unless they recognize their master again, they can only be in the form of beans.
"Boy, I'm going to kill you-"
Just as Ye Wenlong stood up, a ray of ghost suddenly emerged from the head of the white-faced Yanggui. It was the illusory and ferocious appearance of the white-faced Yanggui. It plunged into Ye Wenlong's head, and a majestic spiritual wave exploded.
It blasted towards Ye Wenlong's spiritual sea of consciousness, forming a powerful spiritual storm that blasted away towards Ye Wenlong's soul beads.
"Play soul attack with me and fight to the death?" Ye Wenlong's pale and paper-white face showed a cold look. Although the last blow of the white-faced Yang Gui was powerful and made his mind sting, but with his divine dragon
How can the soul cultivation level of the Fourth Technique be compared to that of a monk in the golden elixir stage? Without his thoughts, a spiritual wave several times larger than that of the white-faced Yang ghost rushed out of the soul bead. In an instant,
Immediately after annihilating the white-faced ghost's soul, the pitiful screams and unwilling roars resounded in Ye Wenlong's sea of soul consciousness, and it returned to calm after only a few breaths.
After the storm dissipated, Xiaolong suddenly appeared like a policeman, collected all the broken souls of the white-faced Yanggui, and said with a smile: "We can't waste it, this is a fourth-grade soul pill.
Yes, it’s posted again this time!”
"You little money man!" Ye Wenlong glanced at him with great disdain. As soon as his mind relaxed, he felt the world spinning and he fell down, and then...then he didn't know anything anymore...