Song Qianting seemed to be quite interested, but he was not facing a qualified audience.
Just as he was speaking, an afterimage was already approaching him, and the dark golden blade tore his figure into pieces almost instantly.
Ye Ming appeared where he was standing and looked towards the ground, only to see that the remains of his body gradually turned into gray mist.
Out of stock?
This is impossible! Under his mental lock, the other party will never escape easily, and he can be sure that it is his true body...
Ye Ming suddenly noticed that many wronged souls in the darkness began to dissipate, and then he looked somewhere with a feeling, and sure enough he saw Song Qianting's figure reappearing.
This time he stood in the distance and looked at Ye Ming silently, without making any sound.
"What a pity. It seems that you were able to escape because of this field?"
Hearing the regret in his tone, Song Qianting's expressionless face twitched violently. He finally spoke, his voice seemed to be filled with madness but he tried his best to suppress it, trying to appear calm.
"You really want to kill me? You don't even want to hear what I have to say."
Ye Ming glanced at him inexplicably, "Is there anything we can talk about? I just need to know that you are an evil soul master."
As he spoke, he moved slowly, but Song Qianting seemed to be unaware of this. He seemed to be looking at Ye Ming with admiration.
"You are proud enough and worthy of being my target."
"You set your goals too high."
"You really don't want to know why I came back from the dead?"
"Want to know, but I'd rather see it with my own eyes!"
After the words fell, the figure in Song Qianting's sight disappeared again, and at the same time, a strong sense of crisis struck again.
clang!!
The sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly sounded, and then a figure flew out at high speed and hit the cliff behind it.
Spider-web-like cracks were exposed on the surface of the stone wall, and Song Qianting's arms trembled slightly, whether from shock or excitement.
Blocked...
At this time, Ye Ming did not pursue the victory. He glanced at the strange-shaped sickle in Song Qianting's hand. That should be the reason why he became an evil soul master.
And around him, there were five soul rings, three purple and two black, shining brightly!
Ye Ming withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "What a soul king, is this the reason why you are waiting for me here?"
Listening to the sarcasm in the words, a hint of unwillingness suddenly appeared in Song Qianting's eyes.
"You can't beat me here!"
"If you are referring to this realm..."
Ye Ming remained expressionless, while Song Qianting's eyes widened. Five huge sharp blades were reflected in his eyeballs. The space where they passed was torn apart like tissue paper, and the dark gold was smashed towards him.
.
boom--!
The impact was accompanied by a crisp sound, and when the smoke dissipated, the darkness covering the entire space also faded away like a tide.
"Cough, cough."
Tens of meters away, Xixi's coughing sound could be heard, and there was still a bit of shock on her face.
Seeing that she had no obvious injuries, Ye Ming withdrew his gaze, and then looked to a high platform above. The figure appeared again. Since there was no darkness to block it, he could see it more clearly this time.
What he was holding was a bone sword, his skin was pale, and his pupils were completely filled with darkness.
Ye Ming breathed a long sigh of relief, but just as he was about to take action again, Song Qianting interrupted him first.
"Wait a minute! Haven't you discovered anything now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire cave suddenly trembled slightly, and then the sounds of battles continued to reach his ears through the thick mountain.
"Captain, there are strong men fighting outside! It's the direction of Dai Yueheng..."
Xixi took the lead to look at Ye Ming, but Ye Ming remained unmoved. He knew far better than Xixi. He was aware of the situation outside the moment he tore open the field, and he clearly sensed that it was the three titled
Douluo.
Yes, three!
But the auras of two of them were very familiar to him.
"Don't worry, it's Xian Lin'er and Dean Qian Duoduo. There is only one opponent, and they have already suppressed their opponent."
After listening to Ye Ming's comfort, Xixi immediately felt relieved, and she turned to look at the figure on the stone platform eagerly.
"Captain, let's hold him down first. When the two deans arrive, we will kill him without a burial place."
Hearing this, Song Qianting didn't seem nervous at all, but instead opened his arms and sneered.
"I should be the one to say this. Do you think I have only one helper?"
He seemed to be suppressing his excitement and looked at Ye Ming with burning eyes.
Sure enough, when he finished speaking, Ye Ming, who was still calm at first, suddenly changed his expression.
There is only one person fighting with the two deans. If the other party really has more than one titled Douluo, then the other one...
"Back up!"
Ye Ming almost didn't dare to think about it anymore. The other party's performance was so indifferent that he didn't dare to bet, and he didn't want to bet!
After saying a few words, his figure disappeared in an instant, and even used all the amplification skills in order to be faster. Seeing this, Xixi also reacted and turned into a beam of lightning and followed closely.
Looking at the two people leaving, Song Qianting said he wanted to stop them but did not take action. When the two people disappeared completely, his expression changed, he bowed and vomited a large mouthful of black blood.
"Wow!"
Black blood fell on the stone surface, and thick white eyes suddenly appeared. He faced the ground, took a deep breath, and then tore off his shirt.
The black robe fell to the ground and dissipated into particles. What was exposed without clothing was a thin body covered with black lines. He straightened up. What was shocking was that his entire chest was penetrated by five claw-like wounds!
If this kind of injury were caused by an ordinary person, even a soul master with Soul King cultivation would be dead. However, Song Qianting just stroked it slowly. Under the action of the black lines, the flesh and blood around the wound began to split apart.
Granulation, granulation gradually squirms...
After he recovered as before, he put on a black robe again, and his eyes returned to calm.
"Ye Ming, I finally see the gap between me and you. You will never have a chance again."
He glanced coldly at the direction the two were leaving, finally made a decision in his heart, and then walked towards the corridor without looking back...
The perspective goes to the other side.
Time passed forward a bit. Not long after Ye Ming and Xixi entered, a strong aura suddenly erupted from behind the hillside on the other side. The aftermath of the battle alone made the reserve team unsteady.
Wang Yan urgently asked everyone to gather together. In their eyes, the whole world seemed to be shaking. Many boulders rolled down the mountain. Fortunately, they were in a wide white area and were not affected.
"Teacher Wang, what happened?"
As the captain of the reserve team, Beibei tried to keep calm and looked at Wang Yan immediately.
"It's a Titled Douluo! Dai Yueheng and the others encountered a Titled Douluo, but there was only one of them. Dean Qian just sent me a message. Everyone stayed calm. This time there are two deans in the academy. The advantage is ours!"
Wang Yan had no intention of hiding everyone's intentions. In this situation, students must be reassured, and what he said was true.
"Hoo...
But before everyone could relax, a sneer suddenly came from above their heads, making Wang Yan's scalp numb instantly.
He raised his head blankly and met a pair of eyes, which looked like he was looking at a dead object. At the same time, a pair of big gray-black hands instantly took a picture...