Huang Baiwei was very angry because after he reported his name, instead of running away with his tail between his legs, the other party pounced on him like a mad dog.
This made him extremely unhappy.
Therefore, he decided to kill people to vent his unhappiness.
"drink!"
Facing the wind blades that were as dense as raindrops, Huang Baiwei jumped up high, punching while jumping. The brown fist wind spread forward in waves, just like the ripples in the center of the lake.
The moment the blade of Ge Liang's feather fan came into contact with the brown fist wind, it was as if it had hit a wall and was bounced away instantly.
Ge Liang was shocked because Huang Baiwei was no more than five steps away from him.
Once you are entangled by such a close warrior, the only outcome is 'death'.
Thinking of this, Ge Liang's body suddenly jumped back, and he tried hard to keep a distance from Huang Baiwei.
Because he jumped backwards, the force of the feather fan in Ge Liang's hand was instantly reduced a bit. Correspondingly, the strong wind he waved was also reduced a bit.
The pressure in front of Huang Baiwei suddenly decreased, so he strode forward and punched Ge Liang.
The whistling wind of the fist passed by Ge Liang's ears, causing chaos in the spiritual energy of the world. Ge Liang was secretly shocked: Fortunately, he hid quickly.
Huang Baiwei missed a blow and couldn't help but become angry. Warriors who are good at close combat generally have a bad temper. Huang Baiwei's temper is the worst among bad.
"drink!"
Huang Baiwei roared, and a brown glow filled his body, like a layer of armor made of rock. The purple wind blade hit his body, like hitting an extremely hard steel armor, sparks
Splashing and clanging.
Without the obstruction of the wind blade, Huang Baiwei's figure became faster. The moment Ge Liang landed, his figure also arrived.
The brown fist light was swung out heavily, easily breaking Ge Liang's 'Wind Armor', and then hit Ge Liang's body hard.
"puff--"
From Ge Liang's mouth, a ball of black blood spurted out, like a waterfall sliding down a high mountain.
His chest was directly penetrated by Huang Baiwei, and all his internal organs were shattered. He fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, but he could never stand up.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Huang Baiwei's mouth.
After the murder, his mood became a little more relaxed.
He looked at Xu Sheng who was collapsed on the ground, and the murderous intent in his eyes was clearly visible.
He walked towards Xu Sheng with a cold smile on his face.
"despair."
"despair."
"despair."
...
There was a distance of more than twenty steps, but every step seemed to step on Xu Sheng's heart.
Extremely heavy.
Huang Baiwei came to Xu Sheng's side and looked at the poor guy lying on the ground without a trace of pity on his face. He gently raised his right foot and then dropped it heavily towards Xu Sheng's head.
Xu Sheng looked at the big foot that was stepping towards his face, his expression a little dazed. He had lost so much blood that he could no longer see Huang Baiwei's face clearly.
But he still cursed heavily: "Son of a bitch."
Huang Baiwei heard the curse very clearly. Even at such a close distance, it would be difficult to hear it clearly.
However, he didn't care at all, because it was really not a wise move to vent his anger on a person who was about to die.
Just when Xu Sheng thought he was certain to die, a purple mist suddenly flashed behind Huang Baiwei.
A sword shadow struck behind Huang Baiwei, forcing Huang Baiwei to give up his attempt to trample Xu Sheng to death.
Because he felt that the sword shadow contained extremely domineering sword energy.
"Sword Two, kill the soul!"
Ye Junlin rescued Xu Sheng, but he did not dare to be careless at all. The power of the 'Intermediate Xuanling' was something he had never seen before, so he could not be careless at all.
Ye Junlin swung three swords in succession, and three invisible soul attacks shot straight towards Huang Baiwei's sea of consciousness.
Surprisingly, Huang Baiwei didn't show any signs of his consciousness breaking apart. His consciousness was only confused for a few breaths, and then returned to clarity.
"What a boy, you actually know how to 'soul attack'!"
There was a hint of anger on Huang Baiwei's face, but more of it was greed.
There may not be many such 'magical mystical skills' like 'soul attack' in the entire Jiuxiao Continent. If he encounters them all, there is no reason to let them go.
Ye Junlin was very surprised as to why his 'soul-killing style' failed.
In fact, there is nothing wrong with this question. If Ye Junlin reaches the 'Xuanling level', he will understand the reason for this.
The 'Xuanshi level' focuses on the perception and refinement of 'attribute power'; while the 'Xuanling level' focuses on the construction and defense of the sea of consciousness and the soul.
Huang Baiwei's cultivation level has reached the 'Intermediate Mysterious Spirit', and he has reached a certain level in the construction and defense of his consciousness sea. Therefore, when Ye Junlin's soul attack struck, he immediately discovered
, and drove off the attack.
Since Ye Junlin's cultivation level is so different from that of Huang Baiwei, the impact of the 'Soul Killing Style' on Huang Baiwei is minimal.
Huang Baiwei looked at Ye Junlin, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Boy, if you have reached the 'Xuanling level', then under this attack, I will definitely die, but unfortunately, you are only a 'low-level'
Xuanshi'."
Ye Junlin held the hilt of the Red Flame Sword tightly, looking a little nervous. This situation of facing death, which had not happened for a long time, actually appeared to him again.
I don't know if I'm nervous or excited.
"Be obedient and hand over your 'Soul Attack' mystical skill and your 'Half Dao Weapon' sword. I can leave your body intact." After Huang Baiwei finished speaking, he glanced at the red flame sword from the corner of his eye.
The engraved half of the star seems to be confirming something.
Ye Junlin knew that at this moment, it was impossible for him to kill Huang Baiwei. However, escaping from his hands was not necessarily impossible.
In Ye Junlin's hand, blue light flourished. It was like a bright sapphire, shining with dazzling brilliance under the sunlight.
"Ice Technique."
Ye Junlin threw the blue light ball in his hand heavily, and then a huge ice space enveloped Huang Baiwei in it.
This space is very solid because it is surrounded by ice walls several feet thick.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Huang Baiwei was very angry. He kept hitting the ice wall. Every time he hit it, a piece of ice would be broken into pieces on the ice wall.
On Ye Junlin's back, the purple wings stretched out again.
He no longer cared about his heroic demeanor. He picked up the seriously injured Xu Sheng and rushed into the sky like flying...