"At a young age, you have such an amazing talent." Corollan slowly straightened his waist. As he spoke, the wild cheers around him became much smaller, and he suddenly became quiet. Corollan said lightly: "If you give you a few more years, maybe you can really grow into another Yasha king, not... it may even be stronger than Yamotian."

The twenty-year-old dragon-level swordsman... He really sighed that as the Blade Sword Saint, there are countless disciples under his sect, but none of them can catch up with half of Heiwukai's talent. He really envied Yemotian. If you give birth to a son like this, what else can your father ask for?

"..." Hei Wukai stared at him, and there was no change in expression on his face.

Swish.

The Apocalypse Holy Sword in Corollan's hand slightly inserted downwards, and the hard ground broke like tofu under the clearly thick and dull sword sheath. The holy sword stood in front of him, and a circle of air waves slightly swept around, instantly dispelling the large area of ​​dust floating on the arena, making the already gray arena brighter and clear again.

At this time, there were pit marks everywhere in the arena. The cracks in the battle between Winnie and the Beast King Moduo had not been repaired yet, but at this time, many traces of sword pits had appeared.

“It’s a pity that there is no if.”

Corollan laughed. The sword god magic image attached to his body surface only emitted a faint light, but when he put down the Apocalypse Holy Sword, the glimmer on his body surface was constantly brightening, and it was completely different from the soft white light before. The light was bright and bright, and it began to become faintly dazzling.

After testing Hei Wukai's strength, is Corollan planning to kill him?

He had fought with that guy three times, and Ye Motian knew very well about the work under Corollan's hands. When he was planning a sword, he was just a powerful ordinary dragon-level man. But when the Tianqi Sacred Sword was unsheathed, it was the real sword saint of Mingzhen's sword! Heiwukai felt difficult to fight against him. Facing the real holy sword technique, how could he survive?

Ye Motian's fist suddenly tightened, his tiger's eyes narrowed slightly, his elaborate light was restrained, and his soul power was secretly condensed in his palm.

No matter what holy city he is or what game he is, his favorite youngest son on the field. If he really encounters a life-and-death struggle, he will take action. He has the invincible divine sword of the Yaksha clan, and the holy pattern wall cannot stop him. For his son, he will do whatever he wants to offend the entire Blade League for this!

But before Ye Motian's soul power continued to condense, a white palm had already reached over and gently pressed on the back of Ye Motian's hand.

"Uncle Ye." Ji Xiangtian said: "Believe in Heiwukai."

Ye Motian didn't even raise his eyelids, and the accumulation of energy in his hands did not stop.

Jixiangtian is extremely noble in the eyes of others, but in Yemotian's eyes, they are just looking at the growing little girl. Even if the king and his subjects are different and treat him with courtesy, they always feel that "the other party is still a child". When it comes to sacrificial techniques and divination, Jixiangtian may be the best among the eight tribes, but when it comes to martial arts... what does she know?

Seeing Yemotian unmoved, Jixiangtian just smiled slightly: "Believe him, Heiwukai is much better than you think."

In a tone of certainty, Ye Motian was slightly stunned.

Suddenly I remembered that before Rose Kowloon appeared, Jixiangtian seemed to have known a lot of things. Could it be...

Buzz ~~

The Apocalypse Holy Sword inserted on the ground actually made a buzzing sound, as if it was trembling slightly with the light emitted from his body.

Straight silver light like sword energy kept emitting from the gap and circling everywhere, and the silver light on Corollan's body had become extremely dazzling and extremely sharp at this time!

"It's a pity to ruin you." Even though his head had not turned, Carolland had noticed the movements of Yemotian on the sidelines. He looked in that direction intentionally or unintentionally, smiled slightly, and then said slowly: "But you will definitely die today."

The terrifying sword energy was already in a state of uncontrollability at this time, and Corollan's aura turned from its previous gentle and elegant appearance to its sharpness! The possessed sword god magic image was fluttering at this time, and there was a sound of splitting, implying the roar of the sky, as if even each hair had become a weapon that could easily cut the space!

"Let's take action, I will do my best," Corollan said lightly: "As a swordsman, you deserve a decent funeral!"

The momentum suddenly surged. Even though the stimulating holy sword light only leaked slightly, it had already suppressed the entire audience. The Shura Dharma Image, which was originally evenly matched, was completely overwhelmed by the holy sword light!

I saw that the Shura Dharma image on Hei Wukai seemed to be "fearing". At this time, it was shrinking rapidly. As one of them grew and the other was getting stronger, the strength of the auras of both sides was even more incomparable!

Swish ~

People were surprised, but they didn't expect that it was not just "suppressed", but the black aura of the Dharma image of Hei Wukai's body quickly disappeared, and the murderous aura of the previous one was gone, as if they took the initiative to collect all their power and turned into an ant without resistance.

Facing a top master who can completely suppress him, put away his magic phase and stop his soul power, this is nothing different from suicide.

Or...what weird trick?

The arena was silent, watching this puzzled scene. Corollan did not take action immediately, but instead a gaze of doubt appeared in his eyes. Hei Wukai followed him and his wrist flipped and shook. The Yasha Wolf Tooth Sword flew out with a "swish" sound and directly inserted into the ground tens of meters away.

Abandon the sword?

After a slight silence around, there was a sudden uproar. If the power of the soul burial could explain why the strange tricks were used, then the abandoned sword was really nothing to say.

This is an admission of failure and you have to give up on yourself!

"Damn it, what else is the war god clan... Is there a war god who surrenders in the face of battle?"

"Is this the most iron-blooded Yasha clan known as the continent?"

"She actually gave up? Hahaha, the Yasha Prince of the Eight Tribes actually gave up in public?"

Whether it was the people who supported the Holy City or the people who supported the Rose, they were all buzzing and hotly discussed. The Rose stand was even more stunned. Gina stood there in disbelief. Even at the location of the Eight Tribes, everyone was surprised. Ye Motian frowned. This was not like his familiar son. He didn't believe that Hei Wukai really wanted to admit defeat, but... what does it mean to abandon the sword?

Corollan's face was completely cold.

Yasha is warlike, and everyone knows that not to mention Heiwukai's strength and identity, even an ordinary ghost-level Yasha has never seen anyone surrender in public. He just now valued this junior.

To be honest, he really can't do such a thing under normal circumstances, but today is different...

Each of them is their own masters. From the moment Wang Feng enters the court and from the moment when he openly provokes the Holy Lord, from the moment when Winnie kills Modo, today there is no winning or losing, but only life and death! If Hei Wukai thinks that he can survive by begging for mercy, it would be a big mistake. This is not only disgusting Corollan, but he cannot save his life!

Carolland looked at him coldly, his eyes changed from simple sharpness to murderous intent: "You disappointed me."

But a smile appeared on the corner of Hei Wukai's mouth at this moment.

"Yeah?"

He responded with a smile. Heiwukai's state was extremely calm at this time, as if everything had returned to the dot, and he could not feel any power from him, but the next second, the dark pupils suddenly rotated, as if they turned into a deep vortex.

Immediately afterwards, a black dot suddenly shone in the center of the vortex, turning into a spiral black air, coiling spiral along the vortex of his pupils. In just half a second, it seemed to have crossed the endless time and space, and suddenly roared out of those pupils!

In an instant, black waves scattered!

It was a giant dragon covered in darkness that rushed out of his pupils and coiled around him.

Ao bang!

The dragon angrily looked, his beards were all open, and a dragon roared, and the violent sound waves swept wildly around like shock waves. Even Corollan's sword light that had already filled the audience was forcibly repelled by this terrifying wave of air!

"Dharma image?"

"Isn't he Shura Dharma image?"

Around the stands, whether it was the big guys or ordinary disciples of the Holy Temple, they were suddenly stunned at this time. Isn’t the real body of the Dharma Image the real body of the Dharma Image? Hei Wukai used it before, obviously the Shura Dharma Image, this black dragon...

Only a very small number of top dragon-level experts came back to their senses at this moment and gave a positive answer.

"Two soul bodies!" Ye Motian suddenly stood up from his seat, his eyes full of joy: "This is the form of the soul!"

The Dharma image is the origin of a practitioner, and it is unchangeable innately forged. To say that each person has only one Dharma image, this is theoretically correct, but there is another situation. In the adventure of acquired practice, the soul fuses an extremely special powerful spirit body by chance, and then a double soul body can appear, and there is a possibility that two Dharma images coexist or even merge. The fused Dharma image of the two soul bodies can be called the soul Dharma image!

At this time, the black dragon entangled around Heiwukai had a hint of the breath of Shura Dharma image, but it was obviously more violent and domineering than Shura Dharma image!

It quickly wrapped itself up on Hei Wukai's body, as if it turned into an armor. The black dragon scales almost covered Hei Wukai's body with eighty percent of his body. The dragon claws attached to Hei Wukai's arm, and the sharp claws turned into a long, long sword with black flames. The length was almost the same as the Yasha wolf-tooth sword that Hei Wukai once used, but the terrifying murderous aura was a hundred times higher, as if the black sword was thirsty and drunk over billions of blood!

The black evil aura in the sky is slightly certain.

"Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time. I'm not very familiar with this Dharma image..." The dragon head had turned into a helmet at this time, revealing only the deep black eyes of Hei Wukai.

This is a complete substantive Dharma image, and its body shape has not increased, but its strength is only higher than that of the Shura Dharma image three or four meters high!

Stronger power and faster speed, black dragon armor, black dragon sword.

The momentum was settled, and at this moment, the black light burst out, bang!

The rising black air suddenly expanded, forcing the Holy Sword Sword that had retreated from the half-time.

In an instant, the sword light and black air became a force of competing with each other, dividing the entire arena in half and sharpening each other. The terrifying aura rubbed violently in the center without giving in at all!

"That's Hei Wukai?!"

The supporters of the Holy City were stunned. The people in the Rose Stand, who were almost desperate, were surprised at this time. Only the Rose Balong standing behind Wang Feng looked as if they had expected it.

"That old man has suffered a lot!"

A strange light flashed in Winnie's eyes. Hei Wukai was the ceiling of human beings in her cognition. It was more satisfying to see him pretending to be more than himself. As for Wang Feng... Forget it, that guy is not a human!

A hint of disbelief flashed in Corollan's eyes, but then the disbelief turned into a raging sense of fighting and an intensifying excitement.

Two soul bodies, soul magic shapes... He dare not even think about it! How many people have had such opportunities throughout the ages? Even if they really encounter it, the process of engraving the spirit of the two souls is extremely difficult. Just the first step to tear your soul apart, how many people can really resist and hold on?

Not to mention the chance of defiance of heaven, it is definitely an unimaginable will. This kid is only twenty years old! In time, I am afraid that this continent will have another super dragon peak!

What's the point of killing a junior who doesn't resist? If you want to kill, kill the strongest one and destroy this super genius of the Yaksha clan who is enough to shock the world with your own hands, that's enough to make people excited.

At this time, there is no need to talk nonsense. While the aura is rubbing, the forces are colliding. The two sides who are truly evenly matched are ready to die in an instant. If there is any carelessness or carelessness, the one who greets him will be doomed!

A trace of splendor flashed through Corollan's eyes, and the fierce fighting spirit burned out of his eyes.

bass!

At Corollan's location, the dust and hustle on the ground swelled upwards, as if a stream of blue smoke had erupted, but the whole person was instantly lost.

Space movement?

Many people were stunned. This disappeared too suddenly, and there was no sign. Before their eyes could keep up with the rhythm, consciousness reacted, but a shining light suddenly slashed over Heiwukai's head.

The sword light was dazzling, like a ray of light, but it brought people more than just the shock of speed. The boundless sword momentum had condensed at the moment of taking action. The falling sword light was different from the "fine" pointed at the previous sword. It had a great momentum, like a battle axe that created the world!

The elder Whale Tooth's eyes had already narrowed. He was both the dragon-level and the steady backbone of the dragon-level, but the sword gave him the feeling that it was irresistible.

As light as he is, he can use the Apocalypse Holy Sword that weighs only a few pounds so strong and heavy, and maintain the characteristics of the Apocalypse Holy Sword "speech". The Sword Saint Corollan, the number one master under the Holy Lord, is indeed well-deserved of the reputation! To be honest, Hei Wukai is also very strong, as strong as the Great Elder of Whale Tooth. At the age of twenty, the soul pressure and power of the Yuanshen Dharma Phrases are almost the same as that of Corollan. However, judging from his previous sword drawing, his attainments and realms in swordsmanship are still a certain gap compared to Corollan. Faced with Corollan's accumulating attack, defensive counterattack is the only correct choice. Only by resisting it first can you have a chance.

But a smile appeared on the corner of Hei Wukai's mouth, and he supported his left leg slightly, turned his waist slightly left, held the sword in both hands, and suddenly spread his evil spirit and kicked his legs.

Bang!

The black shadow soared into the sky and directly met the sword light, without any intention of defending!

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the elder Whale Tooth. Not only him, but almost all the masters on the field were a little surprised. It can be seen that although the two are of equal strength, there is a gap in the sword realm. Attack is the best defense. This sentence has prerequisites and must be with the same strength as our enemy! This is a dragon-level battle, not a street fight, nor is it a brave man who wins when they meet on evil roads. Moreover, how could Corollan be afraid of his desperate fighting style? At this level, no one will make low-level mistakes. The weak want to play against the strong, especially the strong man who is good at speed. The only result is to be torn to death!
To be continued...