Chapter 455: Battle Soul Call

Yi Yuanyang's eyes reveal the biting cold, revealing a chilling and chilling smile. The words are like ice cubes. "To defeat you, this little big warlock, you don't need to rest."
Yi Yuanyang silently recited the mantra, reaching for a finger, and a blue-colored rune emerged from his fingers, forming a blue-colored six-pointed star in the mid-air meeting.
A blue light beam sprang from the six-pointed star. Within the blue light column, a warrior wearing a blue armor and horrifying warfare came out of the blue six-pointed star. Within the body of Yuanyang.
A vast and boundless terrorist fighting atmosphere spread out from Yi Yuanyang's body, giving people a feeling of horror.
"This is the battle of the soul of Tai Yizong!!"
"This is the battle of souls called the 36 strongest fighting spells!!"
"It seems that Yi Yuanyang wants to completely defeat Yang Feng in melee!!"
"The war magic sacred secret law is known as melee unparalleled, and it is second to none in the practice warlock! Yi Yuanyang wants to use the soul of the soul to summon Yang Feng!!"
"..."
As soon as I saw that the warrior wearing the blue armor did not enter Yi Yuanyang's body, the leaders of the major forces in the scene suddenly changed their face and talked in abundance.
The Soul Call is one of the strongest melee secrets of Taiyi. Within that Tai Taizong, there is a nine-level secret treasure war machine temple.
In the chariot hall of the day, the soul of the soul after the death of countless powerful heroes was enshrined. In the day of the war, the soul of the war is almost night and night, quenching the battle skills.
The War Soul Summoning is to summon a powerful war soul directly from the soul of the day. Once the war soul is attached, any warlock will acquire the various combat skills mastered by the war soul.
Yi Yuanyang turned his hand, and a handle of two meters long, inscribed with countless black and white runes, the blue dragon gun appeared in his hand, pointing to Yang Feng. After a hundred battles, the world is swaying, and the invincible horror of the air is filled all the time.
Yi Yuanyang smiled coldly and said: "The soul of the battle I summoned was called the Dragon Slayer Retas. I used the power of the gods to kill the 136 dragons with this hurdle. Three of them are Ying Long of the Yuehua Warlock series. It is your honor to be defeated in such a strong person."
Ying Long is the dragon with wings, which is the dragon in the mouth of the Western main world. There are many names in the Western main world and the Eastern main world, but in fact they are the same thing.
Yang Feng faintly said: "Whether the soul of the soul summons? Even if you have the possession of the soul, you can not be my opponent."
Yi Yuanyang smiled coldly, and the law of the wind in his hand was surging. The law of a violent violent wind shrouded his body.
In the big arena, suddenly the wind is raging. Yi Yuanyang's body is blurred. In the blink of an eye, Yang Feng appeared in front of him. There were eight more avatars, and he directly stabbed Yang Feng from eight directions.
Yang Feng's eyes are condensed, and the sword of the flames is displayed. The flame of the flame shines, and the sound of the fire is swept away in all directions.
when! when! when! when!
The blast of the dragons and the guns did not come out, like a storm, from the angle of a sneak peek into the madness of Yang Feng. The battle between Yang Feng’s sword of flames has been more than a hundred times.
Under the possession of the Warrior Retas Battle Soul. Yi Yuanyang seems to be an incarcerator who has been killed and killed by countless dragons. The violent blast of the blast of the dragon and the death of the dragon will suppress Yang Feng, countless violent wind blade stunned on Yang Feng's body, Yang Feng's body smashed out numerous wounds, blood dripping.
In a fierce battle for hundreds of rounds, suddenly, Yang Feng lifted a sword, and his body instantly quits hundreds of meters. He swept a lot of wounds on his body and faintly said: "The soul of the soul summons, it is extraordinary! It seems that I also have Just take a little bit of real ability."
A powerful and incomparable vitality field sprang up, and a blue-colored war demon suddenly appeared, attached to Yang Feng, and formed a layer of blue armor.
"The magic of warfare! The battle of the blues! The blue warfare of the district, what can you do? The fundamental secrets of the Lien Zong Mozong are not well cultivated, it really disappoints me!!"
Yi Yuanyang smiled coldly and suddenly slammed up. Like a blast, he turned into a heavy gunshot, just as the avatar became a hurricane mad dragon and swept toward Yang Feng.
Yang Feng's eyes were condensed, and the war magic sword was cast to the limit. The illusion of the heavy swords and the Yi Yuanyang crazy battle together.
A hurricane mad dragon and a violent fire dragon appeared on the big arena, madly strangled, and the horrible power fluctuations spread in all directions.
"Great, Taiyizong is not known as a physical warlock. I didn't think that the battle of the soul is so powerful."
"The strength of Yang Feng of the War Demon Sect is also extremely extraordinary. It is far superior to the ordinary Star Warlock! He is just a big warlock. It is terrible. It is a pro-disciple of the four great emperors."
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Even outside the arena, the onlookers can still feel the power and horror of the two men killed on the arena. One by one, there are many arguments, full of praise.
"Unfortunately, the strength of Yang Feng is still too big compared to Yi Yuanyang."
"Yes, he can't even force the Yi Ri Yang Yang's eclipse of the nine days of Yi Yuanyang, and he will be defeated by Yi Yuanyang's soul-soul possession."
"..."
The people of all major forces flashed the color of regret in each of them. In the arena, the dragon of the flames of Yang Feng’s incarnation was already in a state of hard support, and there were more small wounds from time to time. A drop of blood dripped from the ground of his wound.
Lu Wu's brow suddenly stretched out, revealing a smile.
The cracking is the brow that wrinkles up and does not say a word.
The powerful warlocks who have the Yuehua Warlocks repaired above are staring at Yang Feng, and the eyes are flashing with shock and admiration.
Zhang Hanshan stared at Yang Feng, and his brow suddenly stretched out. He sighed: "It’s a monster, and I used Yi Yuanyang to hone myself."
Zhou Feng’s eyes flashed a touch of awning, revealing a complex light. He has also seen that Yang Feng’s sword of warfare has become more and more sophisticated from the original green scorpion, and the one-meter land in front of him has been guarded by water. The inch of the situation has saved the situation, and the wounds on the body have come. The less.
"Okay! You are useless!"
Suddenly, Yang Feng smiled faintly, and a silvery brilliance shone, and a silver war demon suddenly appeared, directly attached to his body.
After the silver warfare possessed the body, Yang Feng’s speed suddenly rose a lot, and the sword of the flame in the hand drawn a strange arc. In the blink of an eye, it continually fluctuated nine times, and the blasting dragon gun directly swayed. As a horror, he stabbed at Yi Yuanyang's head.
Yi Yuanyang's face changed greatly, his body was violent, and his head was very distorted.
The sword of the flame almost flashed past the face of Yi Yuanyang. The power of the horrible flame directly burned Yi Yuanyang’s beautiful and pretty face directly.
Yang Feng took the opportunity to step on the front of Yi Yuanyang's abdomen.
A glimmer of fire, the Yi Yuanyang collapsed, turned into countless flames of light, instantly condensed hundreds of meters away, and re-formed. It was just that he had a huge scar on his left face and his face was very ugly.
Yang Feng flashed a smack of sneer in his eyes and sneered: "I am still quite immature in this war magic sword! Thank you Yi Yuanyang, you can help me practice the sword, so that I can completely master this sword. But Yi Yuanyang The war of the dragon-killer on your body is too weak. Even my golden warfare can't be forced out. It really makes me disappointed. You still have to call your Tai Ezong 12-war soul to me. Fight, presumably the soul of the twelve wars, should be able to force out my golden warfare."
Yi Yuanyang's face is ugly, running secret, and a trace of life force permeates above his left face, and the scar is slowly removed.
"Yang Feng, very good, let you see my mystery of the nine days of Yao!!"
Yi Yuanyang flashed a touch of killing in his eyes, and he flexed his finger and directly lifted the possession of the soul of the war. He silently recited the mantra, and the body was instantly shrouded in endless flames.
Among the endless flames, the red-gold sun once again appeared, and there was boundlessness. The horror of Wei Ling’s four sides spread in all directions.
The red gold sun appeared, and both eyes stared at Yang Feng, and the mouth was sprayed. The endless sun golden flame erupted from his mouth and swept away toward Yang Feng.
That Sun Jinyan is enough to burn a moon warlock, burning a star warlock into ash. As long as the big warlock such as Yang Feng is contaminated by the sun golden flame, there is only one dead road.
Lu Wuchen saw this scene, his face changed greatly, he was about to get up and stop the battle. The power of the Sun Golden Flame is too horrible. Yang Feng is just a big warlock. Once he is contaminated by the Sun Jinyan, he may not be able to save Yang Feng.
The cracks are cold and cold, and the horror vitality field of the Sundial Warlock series is slowly spreading.
In this war, the ruins are not the opponents of Lu. However, as long as he blocks Lu Wufen for a quarter of an hour, he can still do it. Moreover, Taiyizong is the head of the top ten patriarchs. Cracking Heng does not have to worry that Lu Wuchen will kill them.
Within the hall, the atmosphere became tense.
The strong men of the War of the Devils looked at each other with anger and anger, and a violent vitality field spread slowly, as if they could turn their hands at any time. (To be continued~^~)