Chapter 506: Winning and breaking

Behind him came a heavy whistling sound, and Ling Xiao looked back and saw a tiny brown "Taishan" being pressed against himself.
If the mountain is pressed, if you don't die, you will have to break the bones and immediately lose the battle.
This kind of thing, Ling Xiao naturally is impossible to let it happen.
Collecting the power of the whole body, Ling Xiao forcibly converts them all into the power of force, gathers on the hands, converts into the soul of the yellow color, turns into a huge punching shadow towards the "Taishan" "Boom."
The boxing shadow and the "Taishan" hit a bang, and the yellow-colored light lingered everywhere, just like the small fish in the pond scattered around.
This hard fight, so that Ling Xiao and the soul-killers each stepped back a few steps before stopping.
A trace of blood slowly spilled out of the mouth of the soul-splitting hand, but his eyes were staring at Ling Xiao, because he found that Ling Xiao was not showing any signs of injury, but was looking at his own hands. In a daze, I don’t put myself in the eye.
In fact, it wasn’t the enemy of Ling Xiao, but Ling Xiao’s power that made him all over the body, and even made such a big move, Ling Xiao felt very dissatisfied:
It’s about the same as the orange level. The rest of the six 魄 can't be converted into a force."
"Hello, you are a person who deserves my 'death'." The sorcerer said very seriously to Ling Xiao: "The 'Soul of the Soul' is out, even I can't control your life and death. I hope that you can carefully consider whether you should admit defeat."
Ling Xiao was awakened by the words of the sorcerer, seeing the other party so seriously, regardless of his purpose, Ling Xiao felt that this person can say this at this time, it is not bad.
Of course, if Ling Xiao knows that this is the last time the Soul Hand has made such a skill in the Yellow class, he may change his mind.
"Oh, I am here to see everyone's lore pressure box skills, even if you are killed by me, I have no resentment, even if you take it." Ling Xiao smiled, gently raised his right hand, palm up , did a "please" action.
The sorcerer’s hand squatted:
Well, since you are asking for death, you can’t blame me.

As soon as the voice fell, the soul of the soul-stricken man suddenly became abnormally violent, and a group of rich dark yellow color soul instantly wrapped the body of the soul-sucking hand, turning his whole body into a giant hand. shape.
"The soul-striking hand is finally out." The man who won the victory in the stands finally sighed with relief. For ten days, they have not seen any people of the same class in the "soul-up" Moved to survive.
When the 'Soul of the Soul' came out, Ling Xiao only felt that the scene around him was dimmed in an instant, leaving only a strange dark yellow color palm in front of his eyes. His soul was shaking for a while, as if from his own body. Out of the ordinary.
"It turned out to be a trick that contained both mental and tactical attacks. It was so weird." Ling Xiao rushed to calm his mind, expelling the power that shakes his soul, and devoted himself to dealing with the giant hand. Under the soul attack.
"A move will be a winner." The screaming hand shouted, and the giant hand was humanized and took a shot, and rushed to Ling Xiao.
The soul chain on Ling Xiao’s item exudes a group of bright yellow color. He once again brings his six strengths to the heart and wants to completely resist this trick through his own strength. ".
However, these six can be converted to convert.
In this critical situation, let alone the six hexagrams are all converted into tactics, and even one is not converted into a force.
Above the stands, not only the face of the boy who won the game, but also Li Yuanchong’s eyebrows: "It’s not a joke to exercise, in this case, still playing there." Conversion, Ling Xiao this guy is really too long."
Ling Xiao didn’t seem to feel the fear of the boy and Li Yuanchong at all, still standing still in the same place, closing his eyes, letting the seven soul stones of his own soul chain shine with yellow light, let the giant hand When the target did not move, he reached him.
Bang.
A small yellow mushroom cloud emerged from the ground on the battlefield. The body of the sorcerer’s body popped out of the mushroom cloud at the moment of the explosion, but the figure of Ling Xiao disappeared in the long time. Mushrooms in the clouds.
The soul of the soul is pale as paper, and the whole person is like a sly general, looking at the mushroom cloud with no eyes.
Although he survived, the moment he had just hit him and Ling Xiao, the counter-attack he had suffered was something he had never had before he applied this trick.
Even if this trick is so powerful, it will be extremely detrimental to oneself. At the very least, the soul-receiving hand has the strength to stand up, but now the soul-striking hand can not stand even in the station, even the words feel very Difficulties, the line of sight has become extremely unclear, but the consciousness is still sober.
"That horrible guy should be finished..." secretly thought in the heart of the soul.
The whole scene was silent. Except for Li Yuanchong, almost everyone thought that Ling Xiao was finished.
The boy grabbed the scalp in pain and snorted with the low voice of the beast: "Well, I lost my pocket money this year... I knew I shouldn't believe this guy."
Chu Fuyue’s face first showed a ecstasy that was difficult to conceal, but then it was a slap in the face: Ling Xiao was so finished, I tried my best, I wanted to kill him personally, and I avenged myself, but he died in the hands of others. in……
Time seems to disappear at this moment, everyone is quietly waiting for the referee to announce the victory of the soul-winner.
However, it is strange that the referee is not making a judgment, so that those who wait for it have an ominous premonition: it will not be a change.
The referee of the fighting field is very professional. If they win or lose, they will make a final judgment immediately. As for today, they will not make judgments for a long time. This kind of thing has never happened before.
Even the hard-pressed supporter seems to be pre-feeling, and his heart sinks hard: Isn't that guy still dead?
A sly figure appeared in the cloud of yellow mushroom that gradually spread out, and the soul-stricken hand rubbed his eyes in a difficult way: Is it really my eyes?
He didn't have a gaze, everyone saw it on the field, and Ling Xiao's figure came out of the yellow fog.
Yes, although his clothes are ragged and the spring is venting, his spirit is obviously better than that of the sorcerer. To be precise, his attitude is just like peace, and it is no different.
"His grandmother, this way can only be converted in two ways, I am recruiting who provokes me." Ling Xiao hated a bite, spit off the dust in his mouth, very close to the soul I said earnestly: "Brother, can you blast me both?" I beg you not to do it."
Ling Xiao is very serious to ask the other party, because he took the attack of the soul-striking hand, his six shackles were affected at the same time of the conversion, directly let his Tianchong and Linghui two conversion power success.
If you can slap the other two "souls", Ling Xiao feels that it is not a problem to convert the remaining four.
In Ling Xiao’s opinion, if the other party is willing to make two more
slaps
, he is willing to use many spar to compensate the other’s soul loss.
However, in the eyes of others, Ling Xiao’s request is tantamount to taunting the sorcerer’s hand and making a laugh at the opponent’s posture.
"Mom, do you think my 'Soul of the Soul' is the cabbage in the market, and throw it and throw it." With a bang, the soul-sucking hand didn't know whether it was hurt or anger, and his eyes were black. One fell to the ground.
The middle-aged referee’s figure
咻
came to the field again, looked at the unconscious and awake hand, then looked back at Ling Xiao and said in a very warm tone:
Lord Xiao Lin, congratulations Win in this fight."
The name is Ling Xiao’s weakness, and the pseudonym he uses is nothing more than a few.
Subsequently, the referee loudly announced to the stands: "The winner of this battle, Lord Xiao Lin."
When someone wins before, there are always countless cheers in the stands. No matter how strong the two sides are, there will always be people who are betting.
While the party in the middle of the beggar was winning, he did not swear by his applause and screams, cheering for the fighters who won for them.
Today is good. When Ling Xiao won, except for the boy who earned 200 million Huangjingshi with 200,000 Huang Jingshi, he jumped up from his seat and screamed twice and found that it was quiet and so embarrassed to sit down. There is no more cheering in the whole game.
The fairness of the purple city battlefield is notorious on the mainland of the sky. Even if there are many people who are born with darkness, they will think that the fighting field is tricky, and they will never think that there is any problem in this battle.
The killing of the soul-stricken hand was seen by everyone, without the slightest hand.
And Ling Xiao is also under the eyes of everyone, no doubt.
So Ling Xiao can still stand and not fall, then they can only think that Ling Xiao is a full-fledged monster, he has enough strength to stand in the same place, let the other side attack without dodging.
Where do they know that Ling Xiao is in need of the impact of this power to help his soul transform successfully, and where to go dodge.
"This will win." Ling Xiao himself was also a little depressed, and screamed loudly: "There is no one coming."
Ling Xiao’s screaming is like throwing a bomb in a public toilet, which has aroused
public suffocation (angry)
. People who lost money because of the smashing of the whole field shouted loudly, and they called buzzing accents. All kinds of things, mixed together, is spectacular.
At this time, an empty voice slammed over the battlefield, and suppressed all the screams: "Oh, if you are interested in Xiaolin, I have a group of yellow-level fighters here, let you choose What do you mean?"