Jian Kaitian stood on the Lingxiao tree with his teeth bared and grinning, and he inhaled in pain, "Yu Luyao was so cruel, he almost didn't have time to escape! In the future, we should let Shi Yu do this kind of sowing discord by himself."
Ling Xiao shrouded Jian Kaitian with a burst of vitality, ignoring his complaints and keeping his eyes hovering in the void, looking for Shi Yu's whereabouts.
Yu Luyao was helpless. He didn't want to fight with the soul-guarding slave at all, and Shi Yu's presence at his side made him feel like he was stuck in the throat.
Who knows if Shi Yu will have any new adventures in these days, and who knows if Shi Yu will gain powerful power when he transforms into a void.
If Shi Yu was pushed to his side, Yu Luyao didn't think he could withstand that magical grab.
"Go away!" A deep roar came from Yu Luyao's mouth. Even if he didn't want to fight with the soul-guarding slave, he was not polite to the soul-guarding slave.
The soul-guarding slave stood up and laughed angrily. This was the first time he had seen Master Jue speak rudely.
"Hmph! Now that there is no one else to help me, how can you, an arrogant fellow like you, still escape? Do you really think that I, the soul-keeper chosen by God, can be easily bullied if you beat me one by one?"
The soul-guarding slave suddenly accelerated, swirling around Yu Luyao like a hurricane, and his sharp fingers cut into Yu Luyao's protective sword energy like daggers.
The jingling sound continued, and Yu Luyao's sword energy cut countless cracks in the soul-guarding slave's body.
But the soul-guarding slave still stuck to Yu Luyao's side with a ferocious smile, staring at Yu Luyao's face with a pair of evil eyes.
"I have known for a long time that you are the most powerful one here. You have been fighting me with six points of strength. Now do you dare to keep it? All your reinforcements have run away!"
Yu Luyao was slightly startled, but he still had time to look at the other masters.
He didn't expect those people to come to his aid, but wanted to see why they were running away.
At one glance, Yu Luyao understood what was going on. Without the soul-guarding slave as an evenly matched opponent, my father actually pursued and killed other absolute masters at will.
Without the help of Xuanpan and Wanfang, there are less than ten Juezhu who can truly deal with my father alone.
In the blink of an eye, three people were chopped to pieces by my father's axe. Any protective treasure or special skill could not withstand a blow.
"My father! Why are you crazy? Aren't you afraid that we will attack you?"
Juezhu, who was being chased and slashed by my father, was furious, but there was nothing he could do. My father was flashing and slashing back and forth, and he couldn't catch it without real top speed, and his protection was not very strong.
The next time he was chopped into bloody gourds by my father.
"ha!"
My father didn't bother to talk to him, so he chopped him into two pieces with one strike of his axe.
"If you want to besiege, come and besiege! I have already killed three soul-guarding slaves, how can I still be afraid of trash like you? Back then, you chased other Witch Emperor clones from heaven to earth. Today, it is my turn to kill you!"
"Killed three soul-keeping slaves?"
The remaining absolute masters all looked at my father in disbelief, and then looked at Jian Kaitian and the others who were standing far away and leisurely watching the battle. They didn't know whether they should believe my father's nonsense.
Jian Kaitian bluntly exposed my father's lies and stood on the Lingxiao tree and shouted: "Old me! You are shameless! When did you kill three soul-guarding slaves? There were only two!"
His explanation completely confirmed the fact that my father had killed the soul-guarding slaves. There was no difference at all whether it was two or three.
"Fart! Where is Uncle Bachen? He is a super powerful master who is even more powerful than the Soul Keeper!"
Not to be outdone, my father caught up with another Juezhu and slashed at him without forgetting it.
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Compete with Jian Kaitian.
Jian Kaitian was startled and replied in a very frustrated tone: "You old boy are right, a great uncle Ba Chen can kill all the world masters here, and even the soul-guarding slaves can't escape!
But don’t forget, Taishu Bachen is not actually dead.”
The two of them were bickering back and forth, and what they said aroused the curiosity of all the masters. They had never heard of the name Taishu Bachen. Could it be that he was another master of hiding like Ye Mobai?
Although Ye Mobai is strong, he is only at the level of the Jue Master. Who is Grand Uncle Ba Chen who can kill all the Soul Keeper slaves and the Jue Master?
What makes them even more frightened is that the mysterious uncle Ba Chen is not dead, so when will he appear in the place where he controls his fate?
In fact, what my father and Jian Kaitian said was purely nonsense to confuse the audience and distract the attention of all the masters.
Jue Zhu, who was fighting with my father, was struck by an ax as soon as he lost his focus. He screamed and ran away, not wanting to get any benefits from the soul-keeper slave.
As soon as he left, my father stopped chasing and slashing at will, and said with a smile to the other extremely wary Juezhu: "I'm sorry for you, I just killed the bastards who chased me and the Witch Emperor's clone back then. You have nothing to do with me."
There is no need to worry if there is no grievance."
The other Absolute Masters nodded doubtfully, but none of them relaxed their vigilance and removed their surrounding protection.
My father just wanted to make everyone let down their guard, so he suddenly hit me on the head with an axe.
It wasn't until my father really jumped onto the Lingxiao tree with an ax on his back that these masters quickly retreated and took refuge. After feeling that they were safe, they set their sights on Yu Luyao.
Yu Luyao was determined to avoid fighting and did not fight fiercely with the soul-guarding slaves. He was more afraid of Shi Yu than the soul-guarding slaves.
However, the Soul Guarding Slave finally waited until the Lord of Jue split up and started fighting on his own, and no one was left to hold him back. He secretly vowed to kill a few people to vent his anger, and Yu Luyao, who had always treated him like a monkey, was naturally the first to bear the brunt.
Therefore, the more diligently Yu Luyao avoided it, the more ferociously the soul-guarding slaves attacked him, chasing after him and attacking him relentlessly.
My father and others stood on the Lingxiao Tree and carefully observed the soul-guarding slaves fighting Yu Luyao, and gradually came to a clear understanding.
All the soul-guarding slaves' attack methods are extremely monotonous, and it seems that they have all taken one path to the extreme.
Tuo Yi relies on his extreme speed, Tan Weiyang relies on his confusion, and the one in front of him can only fight in close quarters, just like a barbarian.
Jian Kaitian nudged my father lightly with his elbow and asked in a low voice: "Can you think of what the guy who avoids fighting is good at? What will happen next?"
My father was slightly stunned, "How did I know? You might as well think about what your senior brother's special skills are, so that we can deal with them more easily in the future."
Jian Kaitian was convinced, and said no more.
Yu Luyao could only avoid it for half a moment, and he could no longer withstand the soul-guarding slave's life-threatening attack. All the protective sword energy had been dispersed, and the space fragments thrown had not yet been used, and were swung by the soul-guarding slave.
Beat the claws into powder.
And he always felt that Shi Yu was floating beside him, with a pair of hands constantly grabbing at the top of his head.
If he hadn't been able to dodge extremely quickly, he might have been caught and killed by Shi Yu.
Finally, Yu Luyao couldn't help but feel angry inside, and shouted loudly, "Xuanpan! Wanfang! Do you two really want to see it all? Then don't blame me for leaving immediately!"
Yu Luyao asked them by name for help. The two of them looked at each other and sneered, then turned their attention to the other masters, and then suddenly escaped and attacked the soul-guarding slave.
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When the soul-guarding slave saw that there were only two people coming to save him, he immediately laughed ferociously and danced his arms even faster.
A series of dark space cracks were opened by him, but strangely no chaos emerged. Only the black cracks like the devil's mouth kept opening.
The fist light shot by Xuanpan and the spell blasted by Wanfang were involuntarily sucked in when they approached the crack.
The sword light that Yu Luyao kept throwing out also flew in like a swimming fish, without any direction from him.
The expressions of the three of them changed and they hurriedly tried harder.
The soul-guarding slave didn't bother to laugh, and opened and closed his arms like the wood-cutting machete, slashing open the void in front of him one after another.
His body also seemed to pass through one dark portal after another, avoiding all attacks and standing directly in front of Yu Luyao and the others.
They had never seen such a spectacle before, and the other masters who were watching the battle were also shocked. If they hadn't been outnumbered, they would have been eaten alive by this soul-guarding slave with mysterious techniques.
Yu Luyao let out a long roar, and two swords suddenly appeared in his hands, stabbing straight down towards the soul-guarding slave's eyes.
Xuanpan also yelled angrily and clenched his iron fist tightly. A large amount of light wrapped around his fist and struck the back of the soul-guarding slave's head like a heavy hammer.
But Wan Fang gave up the attack, eight murmured urgent words at the same time, sixteen arms flew up and down, layers of spells interlocking like long chains, tightly wrapped around the soul-keeper's arms, forcing the soul-keeper to move quickly
The offensive was frozen in the air.
"bite!"
There was a crisp impact, and Yu Luyao's swords stabbed the soul-keeper's eyes impartially, but not even a layer of tear-like waves penetrated. The sharp and hard long sword snapped into dozens of pieces and fell to the ground.
"Bang!"
Xuanpan's light hammer also hit the soul-keeper's head, and the light fist solidified like jade exploded in an instant. Xuanpan's iron fist immediately loosened like cotton, and a large amount of plasma poured into the void from the exploded back of the hand.
However, the three of them cooperated seamlessly on offense and defense, and successfully made the soul-guarding slave pause for a moment, unable to insert his dagger-like fingers into Yu Luyao's chest.
Xuanpan and Wanfang rescued Yu Luyao, and the three of them immediately escaped, and actually stood together with Hei Fumang and the others.
They wanted to leave, but how could the Soul Keeper let them leave so easily?
The enraged soul-guarding slave followed him without thinking, and with his fingers he pushed aside several peak realm masters who were blocking him.
Hei Fumang screamed strangely when Xuanpan rushed towards him, and fell to the ground with a thud and became disgraced. Not to mention the peak realm master, even ordinary realm masters would not be as embarrassed and wretched as him.
But it was this extremely ugly fall that made Hei Fumang the only one alive among the peak realm masters.
The other peak realm masters didn't even react and the sky was filled with blood mist. Only Hei Fumang lay on the ground screaming and rolling, looking as if he was overly frightened.
The soul-guarding slave didn't seem to expect that one of the losers would be able to dodge his attack, so he looked back at Hei Fumang in surprise.
The black python was lying on the ground with its butt raised high, crawling around as if it didn't know the direction, and it was heading in the direction of the soul-guarding slave.
The soul-guarding slave's suspicion disappeared, and he thought that Hei Fumang was lucky enough to save his life. He turned around and continued to chase Xuanpan and the others. A realm master who couldn't even run away was not worthy of his special killing.
Jian Kaitian chuckled sinisterly, nudged my father with his elbow, and raised his chin towards Hei Fumang with a sly smile.
My father knew what Jian Kaitian meant, and he snorted angrily. As a clone of the Witch Emperor, he also looked down on Hei Fumang's shameful and self-degrading appearance.
