With his strength, he is enough to defeat the Changhe Realm, so how can he be afraid of a seventh-level Lingxi?
Facing the Xuanhua ax that was smashing madly at him, Xia Yu didn't even use his life treasure, but relied on the wrist guard on his arm to fight with bare hands.
Boom boom boom!
Wen Zhao struck with dozens of axes, and Xia Yu responded with dozens of punches. The two fought fiercely, causing the earth to shake and the sky and earth to change color.
Under the ring, the spectators secretly breathed in and watched intently. This fight was probably the most exciting one since the Spring Tournament. The princes on the city wall were also secretly thinking, preparing to recruit Xia Yu and Xia Yu after the fight.
Wen Zhao.
boom!
Another ax attack, but still in vain. Wen Zhao had already spent a lot of spiritual power, so he could only take two steps back and take out two spiritual stones to replenish his spiritual power.
He really didn't know what kind of monster Xia Yu was. He was obviously on the first level of Lingxi, but his spiritual power was much stronger than that of him on the sixth level of Lingxi!
Moreover, the wrist guard on Xia Yu's wrist is also a strange treasure. Its level cannot be seen, and it seems to be real but not real, but it can block his Xuanhua axe.
Taking advantage of Wen Zhao's rest, Xia Yu also had time to talk.
He raised his hand and made a move, and the fake Alchemy King Cauldron fell into his hands. The Alchemy King Cauldron, which was originally tall for a person, has now shrunk to the size of a palm.
But what Xia Yu paid attention to was the five black threads, like five black locusts twisting in the water. It was uncomfortable to look at.
"General Wen, you said there is no Soul Refining and Soul Refining, so what is this?" Xia Yu opened the lid of the cauldron.
Suddenly, black soul threads came out one after another. They wanted to escape, but Xia Yu grabbed them with his hands and crushed them to pieces.
At the moment when it was crushed, ghost cries, howls, and heart-piercing sounds came from the ghost. It was very terrifying. Everyone present could hear it clearly, and everyone turned their attention to Wen Zhao.
In fact, it was unreasonable for Wen Zhao to improve his cultivation while fighting in the army.
Over the years, there have been voices saying that he was practicing evil spirits in the army, but Wen Zhao hid it well and there was no evidence for anyone to get it.
But this time, Xia Yu finally found the evidence.
The five soul threads that were crushed just now were clearly refined by Wen Zhao. However, these soul threads have been completely refined and have lost the ability to communicate with normal human souls. Otherwise, you can still ask who they were when they were alive.
Xia Yu sneered and said, "Wen Zhao, from today on, everyone can call you Soul Refining General. Haha, there are many dead ghosts and countless souls on the battlefield. While gaining military merit, you can use the souls of your comrades to practice. You really don't fall behind on either side."
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"Wow!" The scene was in an uproar.
Especially those comrades in the army who accompanied Wen Zhao today, all have ugly faces. If it is true as Xia Yu said, then one day in the future, after he dies in battle, his soul will not be reincarnated and will have to be taken in by Wen Zhao and endure seven years of suffering.
After seven and forty-nine days of suffering in refining the soul, it finally turned into a thread of soul.
This is too cruel.
Originally, these people came to encourage Wen Zhao, but now they all looked at him with the same complicated and frightened look.
"I didn't!" Wen Zhao screamed.
He knew that he was finished, and he would never want to return to the army again. After he returned, no one would be willing to fight with him.
He was afraid of this and even wanted to kill Xia Yu immediately, but he couldn't.
"These ghosts belong to the enemies on the battlefield!" Wen Zhao's face turned black and he roared angrily, "Don't believe him, he is just talking nonsense!"
Although he said this, how many people would believe it?
"I didn't expect General Wen Zhao, who had great military exploits, to be such a person." There were boos everywhere.
Obviously, no one would believe Wen Zhao's words.
Let me ask, every time the soul refining magic must collect a large number of ghosts, how can there be time to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy? Think about those officers and soldiers who died in battle, they did not die well after death, they could not be reincarnated, and they were refined into ghosts by him.
"It's simply despicable!" someone else cursed.
"It's like a human with a beast's heart!"
Although the light curtain in the arena could block attacks, it could not hinder the transmission of sounds. From under the arena, the insults came up and reached Wen Zhao's ears.
Wen Zhao knew that he was useless this time.
From now on, it will be difficult to gain a foothold in the army, and even in the Great Zhou Dynasty. You are a man who collects people's souls and refines them into evil emperors. Who dares to deal with you?
However, this made Wen Zhao feel like a broken jar.
"Xia Yu, my son, there are some methods that I was not prepared to use." A serious smile appeared on Wen Zhao's face.
Xia Yu waved to him, "If you have any means, just come!"
"Then you die!" Wen Zhao's smile was a little ferocious.
He always uses the Xuanhua ax in battles, whether on the battlefield or in the ring, making others think that it is his life treasure, but in fact it is not.
At this moment, there was no point in pretending anymore. He opened his mouth and an evil knife that was completely black flew out.
What's strange is that this thin knife is wrapped in layers of cotton cloth that is not stained with dried blood. It feels like a mummy wrapped in layers.
After this thing was released, everyone present heard heart-rending roars. These sounds were like beasts and ghosts, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.
"What is this?" Those comrades who spent time with Wen Zhao had never seen this thing before.
Although Xia Yu has gained many other people's memories, he has never seen such evil things. It is not a good thing directly.
Wen Zhao smiled sadly, "Originally, I would rather lose than take out the burial knife, but you forced me to do so!"
This thing was very evil, but it was not enough to make Xia Yu feel scared. He opened his mouth and spat out a medium-sized sword array composed of 36 flying swords, and coldly snorted, "Then let me see your burial knife."
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"As you wish!"
Wen Zhao muttered something. Now that his biggest secret has been revealed, he is no longer prepared to hold back. Even if he is insulted by everyone in the world, he will kill Xia Yu today.
"Burial knife, open!"
The long flat cotton cloth wrapping the knife suddenly fell off, and you could see that it was a black knife with a cold light. When people stared at this knife, they felt as if their souls were being absorbed.
There were many ordinary people with no cultivation present, but after just a few more glances, they were frightened and became in a daze.
Immediately, many strong practitioners at the scene shouted, "Hey, wake up!"
After drinking so much, those ordinary people, although they were sober, already had splitting headaches, sweating all over their bodies, and would be sick for three months after returning home.
This knife was extremely sharp, and the fallen cotton cloth released an astonishing amount of ghost mist. These black ghost mist continued to gather, and finally turned into a huge mutated ghost king. Holding the knife in his hand, he suddenly slashed at Xia Yu.
Cut it off!
Even so, Wen Zhao was still a little reluctant, "If it takes a few more months, I can refine him into a ghost emperor! But now, killing you is enough!"
This ghost king is already close to the ghost emperor's strength. It can be said that it is no less powerful than Wen Zhao and is close to the perfection of the Lingxi realm.
"Okay, okay." Xia Yu laughed in his heart.
Speaking of which, he also has a Ghost Emperor. If it were released, I wonder what Wen Zhao would think?
But Xia Yu doesn't want the society to die, he won't release the Nine Pill Demonic Ring.
"Then let me see how powerful the ghost you made with the souls of thousands of comrades is!"
After Xia Yu finished speaking, he raised his hand a little and uttered one true word, "Behead!"
Suddenly, the thirty-six flying swords circling around his body formed a sword formation, and a large area of glow came to kill him with a bang.
Dang Dang Dang!
Suddenly, the sword light flashed on the arena. This ghost king was not an ordinary ghost king, but a mutated ghost king. He fought back with the burial knife in his hand while spitting out blood-red ghost energy.
It's also thanks to the Geng essence mixed in the spiritual sword, otherwise so many flying swords may not be able to defeat the burial sword.
But now, each flying sword is extremely sharp and hard. They swarm over and send the burial knives flying backwards.
After the flying swords were contaminated by ghost energy, they were not afraid of being corroded. Finally, under Xia Yu's control, thirty-six flying swords came together and turned into a giant sword.