After a moment, Ji Wuyuan was the first to react. He looked at Qiao Ye and said, "He broke through. This is his martial spirit."
Ji Wuyuan was also extremely shocked at this moment. It was impossible to judge the cultivation level with the naked eye, but with Ji Wuyuan's strength, it was still possible to judge whether Qiao Ye had a martial spirit.
Therefore, Ji Wuyuan knew that before today, Qiao Ye was definitely still in the Bone Essence Realm and definitely had no martial spirit. In other words, after just spending one night's effort, Qiao Ye actually 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 agree to declare war on Wang Tianfang!"
The foundation of Qiao Ye's Body Refining and Cui Gu is more stable than that of Wang Tianfang, so as long as you have a martial spirit, you can fight!
Wang Tianfang inflated his throat, and then roared ferociously: "So what? It's just a breakthrough, can you control the martial spirit?"
Wang Tianfang stretched out his hand forward, and the fireball behind him started churning again.
"Burn it!" Wang Tianfang roared: "Fire Demon!"
Behind Wang Tianfang, among the three fire balls, some smaller fire balls split again and continued bombarding in the direction of Qiao Ye.
Boom, boom, boom!
The fireball kept falling to the ground, roaring, and exploding. The blazing flames pushed around, engulfing everything, including Qiao Ye.
"You deserve it!" Wang Tianfang laughed and said, "This is what you get for daring to declare war on me!"
Wang Tianfang laughed, but the smile suddenly stopped before it lasted long.
A crack suddenly appeared in the surging flames, and Qiao Ye's figure reappeared. He waved the cloak condensed by the smoke behind his back. The cloak was as sharp as a knife. The moment it passed forward, Qiao Ye was killed.
The flames in front of him were cut open.
"I think you've had enough fighting." Qiao Ye placed the halberd in front of him and said coldly: "Then, is it my turn?"
boom!
Qiao Ye suddenly raised his foot and stomped on the ground, and flew forward. The halberd was dragged on the ground by Qiao Ye. The blade of the halberd was dragged along the ground, easily tearing away the tattered bluestone bricks.
It was cut open again, as if the entire arena had been chopped into pieces.
Ji Wuyuan held his chin, feeling strange.
Among the three major types of martial arts, Qiao Ye's martial spirit is definitely not the summoning type, so there are still the transformation type and the possession type.
Judging from the terrifyingly large black halberd, Qiao Ye should be a transformed martial spirit. This kind of transformed weapon martial spirit is not uncommon. However, the black smoke cloak behind him and Qiao Ye’s face
What's up with the one-fifth black mask?
Qiaoye used the smoke cloak to chop up the flames, which means that it is not just a decoration attached to the euphorbia. Therefore, the shape of the smoke cloak and the broken mask is more in line with the characteristics of the possessing martial spirit.
A martial soul with two forms at the same time?
Ji Wuyuan shook his head and murmured: "This is impossible."
Ji Wuyuan had never heard of martial arts with multiple forms. If martial arts with a rarity in the world still had legends recorded in documents, then multi-form martial spirits were unheard of and had never been heard of.
While Ji Wuyuan was thinking, Qiao Ye had already reached Wang Tianfang.
Ji Wuyuan raised his eyebrows. This blow is very important. The two martial arts will collide and it will be a turning point in victory or defeat. At the same time, this blow can also tell the rarity of Qiao Ye's martial spirit.
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Wang Tianfang's martial spirit, Yanmo, is of imperial level rarity. If Qiao Ye cannot defend the martial spirit even if he possesses it, it means that the rarity of Qiao Ye's martial spirit will definitely not reach the imperial level. On the contrary, if
That black halberd can resist the fire demon, which means it is at least an imperial-level rare martial spirit.
"Die to me!"
Wang Tianfang roared, and the three fireballs behind him suddenly merged into one, and then became extremely huge.
The huge fire ball hung above Wang Tianfang's head, like a blazing little sun, and then Wang Tianfang threw it in the direction of Qiao Ye with great force.
at the same time……
Qiao Ye held the black halberd upside down, jumped into the air, and faced the huge fire ball.
The next moment, Qiao Ye raised the black halberd and slashed it hard towards the fire ball.
Boom!
The sound of explosion sounded again, and then everyone's eyes widened with dumbfounded expressions.
A black line appeared in the center of the fire ball. The black crescent halberd blade was that line, moving from top to bottom, cutting the huge fire ball into pieces with one blow.
"Impossible!" Wang Tianfang said with a look of astonishment: "My Balrog..."
Suddenly, Wang Tianfang's pupils widened.
puff!
Dark red blood suddenly flew up, with a strong smell of blood in the air, and severe pain began to sweep through him.
Wang Tianfang looked down and saw a terrifying wound on his chest, spreading from his left shoulder to his ribs.
That blood is his!
"ah!"
Wang Tianfang screamed miserably, clutching his chest and retreating backwards.
Qiao Ye swung the halberd hard, shaking off the blood on the blade.
"Hey, you're not dead!" Qiao Ye looked at the black halberd in his hand and murmured: "It's the first time you use it. Didn't you master the strength? It should have been cut deeper."
"Bastard, bastard, bastard!" Wang Tianfang shouted angrily at Qiao Ye: "Look what you have done!"
"What did you do?" Qiao Ye smiled and said, "I was just killing you!"
boom!
Qiao Ye stepped on the ground hard again, and rushed forward, quickly arriving in front of Wang Tianfang.
Wang Tianfang's pupils shrank, and he felt an inexplicable feeling of fear, which seemed to be...
The smell of approaching death!
"How could I die here, in the hands of a little person like you?" Wang Tianfang shouted: "I am the one who survives, Yan Mo Wu!"
Wang Tianfang endured the severe pain and waved his hands vigorously.
The flames floating around immediately started to flutter rapidly and converged in the direction of Qiao Ye, forming a bombardment.
Boom!
Accompanied by the sound of flames bursting, when the flames merged, they turned into a pillar of fire and shot up into the sky.
Wang Tianfang said ferociously: "The Flame Demon has fallen, die!"
Around the fire pillar, the flames suddenly flowed backwards, like a waterfall of flames flowing backwards, straight towards the place where Qiao Ye was.
Boom!
The second sound of explosion sounded, and the flame waterfall fell to the ground, turning into circles of fire waves, and pushed wildly towards the surroundings, one layer after another, surging.
"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of my way!"
Ji Wuyuan shouted low, raised his palm and pushed forward. There was a strong wind all around. Ji Wuyuan relied solely on the wind of his palm to forcefully push back the flames, and always kept within the range of the ring.