Territory Troubled Times _ Chapter 903 Terrible boy
When the sword light cut through the void, it was filled with a bloody color. The space seemed to be condensed here, and the crowd's eyes changed in shock!
"What kind of sword skill is this!"
"So fast, what a terrifying sword."
In the eyes of the crowd, only the shocking dark sword intention was left. The next second, the dark sword seemed to explode the entire space. A sword came from the void. Zuo Qing did not have time to react, and the sword struck him.
There were hideous blood marks on his body.
Blood marks penetrated into the bones, and blood splattered.
No matter what kind of attack the ****'s martial soul can absorb, it is definitely visible to the naked eye, so under this disadvantage, the soul thought of the sword Chen Tian used in the past.
Draw the sword!
Facing the wind, stepping on the darkness, tearing the void with a sword, the power of sword-drawing has already been greatly sublimated in Hun Yi.
Zuo Qing had never expected that Soul Yi could explode to such speed in an instant. The battle that he thought was a sure thing went wrong at this moment.
The faces of everyone in the Longwu Empire obviously changed drastically. That sword was so deep that it could kill people!
"cough."
A splash of blood spattered out of Zuo Qing's mouth. At that moment, he actually felt that death was so close to him. This sword contained the power of kendo will that even he had not thought of.
All vitality is gone.
"Zuo Qing!" The people of the Longwu Empire looked horrified. If Zuo Qing died, it would be a loss for the Longwu Empire. After all, it takes countless efforts to cultivate a genius.
"It's over." Hun Yi's eyes were cold and ruthless. When the crowd looked at the young man's figure, they realized that he was not what they imagined. This young man was very scary.
Perhaps he had planned everything from the beginning and deliberately asked Zuo Qing to agree to a battle to suppress his cultivation, because the young man was sure of victory.
People found that they were all deceived by that childish face. The young man was very strong, as strong as a monster.
But no matter how much the people of the Longwu Empire regretted, it was useless, everything was over.
However, just when Hun turned around and was about to leave, at the moment Zuo Qing was about to fall to the ground: "Is it over? No, it's just begun."
puff.
A shocking sound suddenly echoed in the ears of the crowd.
Soul Yi's body suddenly burst into blood, and the exploding blood stains dyed the starry sky red. This sudden scene made everyone's expressions suddenly change.
"What happened?"
"Zuo Qing, what have you done!" A terrifying spiritual thought bloomed, and Ling Yi's hand immediately bloomed with an endless sword light. The sword was so powerful that he was about to lift the sword.
"Ling Yi, stop it!" He covered the scar on his chest, the blood flowed non-stop, and soon his whole body was red. Ling Yi's eyes changed drastically, but he was extremely shocked.
"Longwu Empire, what have you done?" Even the second prince was furious, but Hun Yi had an equally hideous scar on his body for no reason.
Prince Wu was extremely proud: "Everyone, don't you think it's rude to point swords at each other before the matter is clear?"
Faced with Prince Wu's calmness, the entire Tianfu Empire was filled with anger.
Although some people hate Hunichi, he is fighting for the empire.
"If the Longwu Empire uses despicable means, you must know that this is the kingdom of Tianfu!" The third prince's eyes were cold. This was the first time he showed his anger to Prince Wu.
If necessary, he will personally teach these guys a hard lesson.
"Haha, despicable? This is the power of my martial soul. To be honest, I didn't expect to use it, but I suppressed my cultivation. Just in case, I sacrificed my martial soul before the battle started. If it were not
With my cultivation suppressed, it is impossible for you to see my martial spirit."
At this moment, Zuo Qing sneered ferociously. In fact, he did not even think that he would actually use this life-saving ability. At this moment, he was glad that he did not underestimate the enemy and used his martial spirit immediately, otherwise he would have died with that sword just now.
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"Transfer damage?" Kui asked curiously from the stand. Such an ability is indeed very tricky. When you give the enemy a fatal blow, the other party sees the damage transferred to yourself. Just thinking about it is scary enough.
of.
Transfer damage?
The crowd looked at Zuo Qing's chest, and sure enough, the hideous and terrifying wounds disappeared and were all transferred to the young man's body.
Sure enough, is this the power of Wuhun?
The crowd gasped, how could this battle be fought?
The entire space fell into an inexplicable silence. Even the high-ranking Emperor Nalan and Xuan Xiao no longer looked forward to it. The talent of Soul One was amazing, and the young hero was still inferior to Wuhun after all.
A rare martial spirit that is rare in the world, it truly deserves its reputation.
"I didn't expect that you, who was injured by the transfer of my ability, could still be alive." Zuo Qing looked at Hun Yi with some surprise, and the blood from the ferocious wound stained his whole body red.
But Hun Yi stabbed his sword into the ground to support his crumbling body.
"Your martial spirit is indeed as despicable as your people." Hun Yi raised his head and sneered.
Zuo Qing's face became angry: "You dare to speak harshly when you are about to die, but I am a very kind person. I can give you a chance to say your last words."
"My last words are your mother!"
With a loud bang, the powerful martial soul reappeared, and the terrifying strength under his feet bloomed. In an instant, the soul appeared in front of the opponent again.
"Dead Soul Palm."
He raised his palm with all his strength, and the power of the vast Death Seal burst out from his palm. There was a loud noise, blood vomited from his left mouth, and all the power of the Death Soul Palm was poured into his body.
"The evil ghost's game!" In an instant, terrifying power was imprinted on his abdomen. At the moment when Zuo Qing's consciousness was about to collapse, he activated the evil ghost's power.
Rising with a bang.
The young soul vomited out blood in one mouthful, and all the internal organs in his body were damaged due to the sword wound. However, his body did not take a step back, and the damage from the other party was also transferred to his own body.
So strong!
But apart from being amazed, the crowd was even more shocked by the young man's willpower.
What a tough boy!
Everyone present was shocked by Hun Yi's persistence.
Zuo Qing came back from death again, drinking blood wildly, but his face became more and more ferocious: "You don't want to die?"
"If you want to die, I will make it happen for you."
Taking advantage of the victory and pursuing the attack, Zuo Qing used his supreme power to print a palm, which was fatal. He did not give Hun Yi a chance to breathe. However, Hun Yi, who was injured twice, was unable to resist. For a moment, his aura was disordered and his figure was unstable.
A new injury was added to his body, it was only a king-level one after all. In a moment, his whole body was covered in blood. Zuo Qing landed a palm, and the young man finally lay on the battle platform of Wangyue Pavilion, stained red with blood, so miserable.
The whole audience was moved.
Ling Yi's body was filled with murderous intent, and now he even wanted to get on the ring.
"This is my battle!" Hun Yi's roar sounded in his heart.
"You have reached your limit." Ling Yi said.
"It's not over yet, Lingyi. Although you and I are just soul infants of the main body, the main body has said not to leave regrets in your life. This is my battle. Can you please not interfere?"
When Ling Yi heard this, his body trembled violently. Looking at the blood-stained Hun Yi, his body couldn't help but tremble. The stubborn Hun Yi even used a pleading tone.
"If you are defeated, I will avenge you!"
Ling Yi's murderous words echoed in Hun Yi's heart.
"I won't die, I haven't defeated you yet."
Lingyi heard this: "Then kill him quickly."
"Ah, of course."
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On the platform, Zuo Qing thought everything was over. The moment he turned around, there were bursts of exclamations from the people around him.
Turning around suddenly, he saw the man covered in blood standing up again and appearing in front of him.
Zuo Qing's face instantly turned ferocious. It was not anger, but a kind of fear coming from his heart. The enemy's willpower and strength were far beyond his imagination.
People can't help but wonder, is this really just a young man, a martial artist at the level of a Martial King?
The power he displayed was more terrifying than anyone present.
"If you just lie there quietly like this, maybe I won't kill you, right?" Zuo Qing said coldly.
The young man smiled: "You will be the one who dies."
"Stubborn!" Zuo Qing was furious and punched out.
The young man sneered: "I said, you will be the one who dies."
The speed at which the power of the martial spirit increased was just a flash of light, and murderous intent came suddenly. The young man's left hand turned into a sword, and death burst out.
"I said it's no use!"
"It's no use?"
"Swallowing Desolation Sword Technique!"
The sword light was exaggerated, leaving only a trace of blood. Zuo Qing felt the terrifying sword light, but this time he took the initiative to dodge it.
Dodged?
The crowd's eyes focused on each other. Zuo Qing, who had the ability to deflect damage, actually dodged the opponent's sword. What was going on?
The young man pulled away, turned around and struck out with his sword. The sword light spun in mid-air, and a dark sword light suddenly appeared. Zuo Qing forced him back again and used the evil spirit to devour him, thus resolving the immediate crisis.
But this time, Zuo Qing's breath became more and more chaotic.
"Oops, is it still too strenuous to be king-level?" Prince Wu was moved. This young King Wu was so terrifying. He had been attacked by the same equal attack, but he still had some strength left?
When he turned to look at Hun Yi, he suddenly exclaimed: "How is it possible? Your wound has actually recovered!"
As soon as the words came out, the whole audience was shocked.
Zuo Qing also looked at Hun Yi. Although his body was stained with blood, upon closer inspection, the sword wound had healed!
How is this possible.
"What did you do!" Zuo Qing roared.
Hun Yi sneered and came over with his sword raised: "What have you done? Are you the only one who has the trump card?"
"Bastard, that's impossible. You can't recover so quickly as a king. What on earth did you do?"
"Are you scared?" The young man stepped forward with a sarcastic look, but his smile and firm eyes shocked Zuo Qing's soul.
"Ah, it's natural to be afraid. Although you used the physical strength of the martial arts realm to quickly recover from the wound, giving people the illusion of transferring the damage, in order to confirm my idea, I used special power for the second attack.
It left a mark in your body. Sure enough, I guessed it right. The power of your martial soul is not to transfer damage at all, but to transfer the same damage to your opponent. If it were an ordinary person, he might die, but you encountered
It’s me who arrived.”
Hun Yi's words shook the crowd like waves.
Zuo Qing was trembling. He only saw him use it once, and the other party could see through his ability. This was simply shocking.
"I won't give you another chance to get hurt again. I will kill you with the next blow!"
The moment the words fell, the will of death enveloped the entire battlefield!
At that moment, Zuo Qing felt for the first time that death was so close, and that young man brought him spiritual panic!