Chapter 041 Is this the martial spirit you are talking about?
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 Realm have laid the foundation, and the physical body has been cultivated to almost the extreme. Even if there is improvement in the physical body later, it will be very weak.
It's just an improvement.
What's more, Wang Tian's physical foundation is obviously not as good as Qiao Ye's. His strength and speed are outclassed by Qiao Ye's, and his agility is only half as good. With such a rigid fighting style, how can Wang Tianfang be his opponent?
However, Ji Wuyuan still didn't think Qiao Ye could win. After all, Wang Tianfang started the war with contempt and had not yet shown his greatest advantage.
While Ji Wuyuan was thinking, Wang Tianfang shook his body and got up from the ground again.
Qiao Ye looked at it coldly, then tiptoed and came to Wang Tianfang again.
"Boy, you're dead!" Wang Tianfang suddenly smiled ferociously and shouted at Qiao Ye: "Do you think you can defeat me with your three-legged cat skills? I will let you know how to write the word "death" today!"
Qiao Ye raised her eyebrows and suddenly stopped. Wang Tianfang felt something was wrong.
The air around him seemed to suddenly become hot, and heat waves were flowing everywhere, layer upon layer pushing away in circles.
Boom!
Suddenly, a loud noise suddenly appeared, and Wang Tianfang's body seemed to explode, and then terrifying flames exploded from Wang Tianfang's body and continued to push around.
Qiao Ye's pupils shrank and she quickly crossed her arms in front of her body. The heat waves, one after another, kept pushing towards Qiao Ye, pushing Qiao Ye back.
The bluestone tiles on the arena continued to break, sending up layers of stone chips that splashed around.
In a moment, the dispersed flames quickly gathered together into a fire ball. Wang Tianfang reached out of the fire ball with one arm and waved it hard. The fire ball dispersed, and Wang Tianfang appeared again.
Behind Wang Tianfang, three fireballs the size of his head floated, while Wang Tianfang's left cheek was covered with fine red crystals. Wisps of heat continued to rise around Wang Tianfang.
Qiao Ye narrowed her eyes and said, "Is this the martial spirit?"
"A rather rare martial spirit." Ji Wuyuan said, "It's called the Flame Demon!"
This is why Qiao Ye has the advantage, but Ji Wuyuan still doesn't think Qiao Ye can win, because Qiao Ye has no martial spirit!
Martial spirits can be roughly divided into three categories, namely transformation type, possession type, and summoning type. As the core that accompanies a warrior throughout his life, only by cultivating the martial spirit can he truly embark on the martial arts path.
At the same time, different martial spirits also have different rarities. From low to high, there are seven levels: mortal, rare, imperial, earthly, chosen, unparalleled, and realm. To a certain extent, it is understandable.
It becomes a kind of talent and potential. The rarer the martial spirit, the higher the talent and the greater the potential.
However, there are many examples of injuries to Zhongyong. This does not mean that obtaining a rare martial spirit is necessarily powerful. Moreover, the martial spirit is not fixed. With the improvement of cultivation level, there are some miraculous medicines and the help of external forces. The martial spirit is also
It will become more and more powerful, and it will continue to be promoted from the ninth level to the first level, and during the promotion process, there may be qualitative changes. There are many examples of ordinary martial souls becoming unparalleled martial souls through promotion.
As for the Realm, let alone promotion, people who have it innately have never heard of it. However, there are records in historical documents that prove that such a powerful martial spirit did exist in the past. Therefore, everyone only treats it as a legend.
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Wang Tianfang's martial spirit, Flame Demon, is a well-known and rare martial spirit. Although the grade is not high, it is only the ninth grade, it is a transformed imperial martial spirit. At the same time...
This is also Wang Tianfang’s biggest reliance!
As long as Qiao Ye has a martial spirit, even if it is just a mortal martial spirit, Ji Wuyuan will not think that Qiao Ye has no chance of winning. But the problem is that Qiao Ye has no martial spirit at all.
Without Wuhun, it is impossible to use Wuhun to fight against Wuhun, which is really disadvantageous.
Wang Tianfang smiled ferociously at Qiao Ye and said: "Boy, the game is over, and your good luck has come to an end. From now on, you can't even touch me. Tell me, what qualifications do you have to fight with me? Why should I fight with you?"
I'll fight!"
Wang Tianfang roared angrily and waved his hand fiercely forward.
The sound of burning flames sounded, and behind Wang Tianfang, the three floating fireballs continuously sprayed fist-sized flames, densely packed, flying in the direction of Qiao Ye.
Boom, boom, boom...
Qiao Ye quickly ran to the side, and the fireballs kept hitting the ground, and then the sound of explosions continued to sound. Every time a fireball hit the ground, it would explode.
The bluestone tiles of the arena were constantly shattered by the explosion.
Wang Tianfang sneered, and suddenly sneered: "Fire Demon Dance!"
Snapped!
Wang Tianfang put his hands together, and the flames scattered around suddenly floated again, and then rotated rapidly, quickly forming a circle of flame tornado, wrapping Qiao Ye in it, and then continuously compressed it.
"Hahahahahaha..." Wang Tianfang laughed wildly and said: "A piece of rubbish that doesn't even have a martial soul dares to provoke me. This is what will happen. You should die!"
Boom!
Amid Wang Tianfang's laughter, the flame tornado that wrapped Qiao Ye exploded with a bang. After a loud noise, the flames shot into the sky with billowing black smoke, straight into the sky.
"Is it too early for you to be happy?"
At this time, Qiao Ye's voice came faintly from the flames.
The surging flame suddenly shattered into pieces, and the next moment, Qiao Ye stepped out.
Boom!
The moment Qiao Ye finished speaking, the arena under Qiao Ye's feet suddenly shattered, and countless bluestone bricks were swept into the air by a terrifying wave of air, and then continued to fall and be smashed.
Very strong breath!
Everyone around the ring felt the invisible air wave sweeping through them, and involuntarily moved back, unwilling to fight against the sudden air wave.
Then……
Hiss!
Qiao Ye reached out and tore open the clothes that were damaged by the flames, exposing her upper body.
The next moment, black smoke appeared on Qiao Ye's back. It was as dark as night, wrapped around Qiao Ye's neck, and then spread toward the side and rear, turning into a black smoke cloak.
Then……
Qiao Ye stretched out his hand and shook it forward. Black smoke spread from Qiao Ye's palm. In the black smoke that flowed like water, a square-shaped painted halberd slowly took shape.
The 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 blade of the ordinary Fang Tian painted halberd, but double crescent blades. As for the halberd shaft, it is completely black, with the halberd head attached.
They are all black and look much larger than ordinary halberds, making them look very ferocious.
Click, click!
There was a crisp sound on the left side of Qiao Ye's face, and some black metal pieces like bone fragments slowly emerged, like a broken mask, covering about one-fifth of Qiao Ye's cheek!
"This is what you said..." Qiao Ye raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "Martial spirit?"