Wang Ziqi roared angrily, and then rushed towards Qiao Ye. Among the Qingyu team, he had the best relationship with Yin Wuxie.
The next moment, Wang Ziqi came to Qiao Ye and took action quickly.
This guy's move...
Just as fast!
With a left sword and a right sword, Wang Ziqi is proficient in both weapons, and he integrates the two very well.
The knife is used to cut and the sword is used to stab. Wang Ziqi integrated the two attack methods. Not only did he not feel inconsistent, but he also appeared to be extremely smooth.
Qiao Ye and Wang Ziqi met almost instantly. Silver light was flying around the two of them, weapons kept clashing and ringing, and the sound of gold and iron colliding was heard. The ground beneath their feet would explode every step they took.
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In a short period of time, Qiao Ye exchanged dozens of moves with Wang Ziqi. Suddenly, Wang Ziqi roared and jumped into the air. At the same moment, he jumped away.
A roar of a tiger shocked the surrounding area, and the eight-eyed tiger king suddenly appeared behind Qiao Ye, opening its mouth and roaring fiercely.
Along with the whistling sound, Qiao Ye immediately felt waves of harsh sounds coming, and the sounds even formed golden ripples and pushed forward.
"Go away!"
Qiao Ye shouted low and swung the thin sword in his hand. The rain falling from the sky moved with the sword and directly hit the eight-eyed tiger king, knocking it away with one blow.
On this side, Qiao Ye had just knocked away the Eight-Eyed Tiger King, but Wang Ziqi came to kill him again, twisted his body in mid-air, and then cut his intertwined swords downwards, forming a cross of light and sealing downwards.
"rise!"
Qiao Ye didn't waste any time. He raised his sword and pointed at the sky. The rain in the sky moved again, turning into a huge water sword that flew through the air and hit the sky directly.
Xiang Lingyu gritted his teeth and waved his hand fiercely towards the sky. The rain around him dispersed. Naturally, the rain sword also shattered and disappeared without a trace.
Obviously, Xiang Lingyu also understood that his psychic ability was completely restrained by the green umbrella in Qiao Ye's hand. If he continued to persist, it would not do him any good. Instead, his rain would become Qiao Ye's weapon.
Qiao Ye watched the water sword she had condensed disappear, and didn't care. She stretched out her hand and waved it. Black smoke swirled around the green umbrella sword in her hand, and quickly condensed into the shape of a black halberd, and then slashed into the air.
Boom!
The black euphorbia collided with the falling cross light, making a loud noise, and the surrounding ground exploded, kicking up countless dust.
After the blow, Qiao Ye did not hesitate to fight, suddenly twisted her body and rushed out in the direction of Ling Yu.
As the captain of the Qingyu team, Xiang Lingyu is undoubtedly the strongest, but what about the one who cannot use psychic abilities?
Then, Xiang Lingyu is the one holding back and is vulnerable.
In this case, why not kill it!
Qiao Ye quickly came to Xiang Lingyu, and slashed the black halberd forward in his hand, about to succeed...
"Look at the punch!"
With a roar, Wang Ju suddenly charged out from the side and struck forward with a punch.
"Spiritual release!" Wang Ju roared angrily: "Supreme fist light!"
Wang Ju's fist was not only fast, but also hard enough. With that punch, a huge white fist silhouette as tall as a person appeared and was blasted in the direction of Qiao Ye.
Boom!
The fist shadow collided with the black spurge, and then, the explosive air wave exploded in front of Qiao Ye and Wang Ju, pushing both of them backward at the same time.
"Boy, you are so naive." Wang Ju sneered, "Do you think you can succeed so easily?"
Qiao Ye opened his palms, shrugged and said, "I seem to have succeeded."
"ah!"
The moment Qiao Ye finished speaking, a miserable cry suddenly rang out.
Only then did everyone notice that Zhang Jiaxin fell to the ground, clutching his knees in pain. His right leg was cut off at the knee level.
Qiao Ye's target is not Xiang Lingyu, but...
Zhang Jiaxin!
Zhang Jiaxin's ability to summon the Eight-Eyed Tiger King, if viewed in terms of martial spirits, is a summoning type of martial spirit, and the biggest shortcoming of a summoning type of martial spirit is...
The users themselves!
The Eight-Eyed Tiger King can be released to fight, but when the Eight-Eyed Tiger King is released to fight, Zhang Jiaxin himself will be in a defenseless state, and the summoned martial spirit cannot affect himself, or in other words,
There is no improvement in one's own strength.
Therefore, in the martial arts world, most of the summoning types are called team-type spirits, which are suitable for team combat. In this way, you can release your own summons to fight, and at the same time have protection around you, so that they can play their greatest role.
Spiritual creation and martial arts have the same purpose, so naturally they also have the same shortcomings!
Zhang Jiaxin needs protection, and the person responsible for protecting Zhang Jiaxin should have been Yin Wuxie's Yin soldiers. Unfortunately...
Yin Wuxie is dead!
Snapped!
Qiao Ye stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.
Beside Zhang Jiaxin, the black smoke condensed and turned into a giant knife, slashing down in the direction of Zhang Jiaxin.
Wang Ju and Wang Ziqi roared at the same time: "Stop!"
Unfortunately, it's too late!
Wang Ziqi has been chasing Qiao Ye. In order to protect Xiang Lingyu, Wang Ju is blocking Xiang Lingyu at this moment. There is no one around Zhang Jiaxin at this moment. Even the eight-eyed tiger king is too late.
Return aid.
puff!
Blood spattered, and the black giant knife condensed from the smoke swept across. Immediately afterwards, Zhang Jiaxin's head flew up, flipping in the air, and then fell to the ground.
"You defeated a spiritual monk at the ninth level of the spiritual realm, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 6500 points."
The remaining three members of the Qingyu team looked at Zhang Jiaxin's head rolling to the side, their faces extremely gloomy and angry.
Qiao Ye raised his head and said: "The second one!"
Xiang Lingyu gritted his teeth and said: "You are dead, this hatred is irreconcilable!"
"Martial realm and spiritual realm are inherently incompatible. From the moment we met, it meant that no matter what means or method we used, even if we were seriously injured, as long as our heads could still move, we would try our best to
Bite the opponent to death." Qiao Ye looked ahead indifferently and said: "The captain of Qingyu Team, who doesn't even have this kind of consciousness, dares to step onto this battlefield?"
Xiang Lingyu gritted his teeth and waved his hands fiercely: "Kill him, don't worry about me, just kill him!"
Wang Ziqi and Wang Ju, the charging partner, rushed forward again, flanking Qiao Ye from the left and right, and launched attacks at the same time.
Dang lang, ding lang!
Qiao Ye raised his halberd and danced, sweeping left and right, blocking the attacks of the two men.
"You said the same thing before, and then two of you died."
Qiao Ye smiled and waved his halberd, and a black smoke passed by, forcing Wang Ju and Wang Ziqi to retreat.
Qiao Ye held the black halberd upside down, looked at Xiang Lingyu and said seriously: "I told you, I didn't want to escape, but I wanted to..."
Qiao Ye finished speaking, a ferocious look appeared on his face, and he stretched out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth.