: One hundred and fifty-one. Bishop Beska, today you will definitely die

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   Feng Xiao Xiao, Yu Sao Sao, Wind and Rain Xiao Sao Wu Ye Piao.
   The cold night wind, the cold night rain, the killing intention of killing.
   In the originally lively and extraordinary laneway, at this time, only the wind and rain and the sound of fighting from time to time were left. The windows of the private houses of the surrounding shops were closed tightly, and no one dared to come out and watch.
  Yang Ming once again evaded a raid of water snakes condensed by rain, and at the same time a right hand, a mysterious sword blocked the bird's claw attack of the deacon of Wuhundian disguised as a grocery store owner.
   Smeared with poisonous and green bird claws, swept fiercely on a long and narrow knife, rubbing out a fierce spark, and making an unpleasant harsh noise like nails rubbing against a blackboard.
  The yellow pupil standing upright showed a chill, the deacon of Wu Hundian forced his waist, kicked his right foot in midair, and the claw target on the foot pointed directly at Yang Ming's neck.
Yang Ming's eyes moved, a wave of golden ripples rippled behind him. The martial arts soul collected before, the pink hood, the broken broken blade, the green bamboo, flew out like a bullet, and the speed was too fast and even scratched At night, a very sharp howling sound.
   The most important thing is that these captured martial spirits are not just shot as bullets, each weapon martial spirit retains its own abilities.
   For example, a pink hood captured from unhappiness, once it is covered on the head, it will be controlled by the body.
  The deacon of Wuhun Palace obviously suffered from this loss, and his arms immediately covered with feathers would be shaken, and he wanted to avoid the past.
  Yang Ming's eyes were sharp, and Yu Guang in the corners of her eyes had been paying attention to the battle of Baby Feng's side. Seeing that she had failed to break through the joint blockade of the 12 Soul Sect Soul King Soul Emperor, she was secretly anxious.
  Once the time dragged on too long, when the guards of Soto City responded, if the titled Douluo received the news and rushed back from outside the city, he might be defeated today.
   Immediately, there was a fierce look in Yang Ming's eyes, without any hesitation.
   "Open the door, close the door, open the door, hurt the door, Dumen, Jingmen, open it for me!!"
   From Yang Ming's body suddenly appeared a surging soul power, if the previous soul power is like a gurgling stream, the current soul power is like the raging Yellow River!
  Every four doors, six doors, seven doors, and eight doors opened by the eight-door Dunjia will produce a qualitative change.
  At the same time, Bamen Dunjia is still a very test-based skill. The deeper the accumulated background, the greater the strength gained after opening will be a leap in growth.
   Yang Ming opened four doors before, and his soul power reached the level of more than fifty soul kings. When he opened six doors, he barely broke through to the level of soul emperor!
   Looked at the black robe in front of him, and the soul of the soul of the black robe skyrocketed.
   He obviously did not understand what is called open hanging!
   At the same time, I got the irrigation power of Yang Ming Soul Emperor level. The strength of Yu Ban standing behind Yang Ming also soared. The strength of Yu Ban was linked to the soul power provided by Yang Ming.
   With a yell of forbidden anger, long arms with long muscles wielding muscles, and obliquely long blades of light even cut the rain curtain in half!
Suddenly changed, not to mention that the deacon of Wuhun Palace was too late to respond, even the Bishop Besca who had been paying attention here, the folds on his face were slightly shocked because of the surprise, like a caterpillar creep It feels sick.
   Poof!
   The crescent-shaped knife passed through coldly, and half of the body fell into a rain depression.
  The turbid rain and hot blood will render this place a killing air.
  Yang Ming's eyes turned, his pupil reflected the old face of Bishop Besca, and the three hook jade continued to rotate rapidly, almost turning into a certain pattern.
  Yang Ming feels faintly that as long as Bishop Besca is killed, his three hook jade writing wheel eyes will evolve into a kaleidoscope writing wheel eyes!
   The right foot slammed on the ground like an elephant, leaving a deep footprint on the bluestone floor, and people flew out like dragons.
   Lilianhua!
   Halfway through, Yang Ming's black robe stirred up irregular fluctuations, surpassing the speed of sound, causing a series of virtual shadows behind him, overlapping and overlapping, true and false.
   Among the twelve Soul Sect Soul King Soul Emperors who originally intercepted Baby Feng, someone immediately performed Wuhun Soul Skill.
   However, Yang Ming's speed is too fast, and their soul skills are often lost, and they can't hit the people at all!
   Bisca stood quietly at the door of the hospital, with the cane in his hand a little bit forward.
   At the same time, the seven Soul Rings under his feet spun up and out, blooming three colors of yellow, purple, and black. Unlike other people's single release, they are like gears in machinery, which are connected together.
The rain depressions under the stairs of the hospital were called together, and they suddenly gathered together. The water surface was raised like a coffin, forming a large water wall 10 meters long, 3 meters wide, and 15 meters high. Yang Ming must pass by.
   Just like the deformed child who possessed the martial spirit of the wall, Bishop Besca’s martial spirit is also very strange, but it is a martial spirit called Ice Rain.
   In the early period of the awakening of ice rain, there was no attack ability, and even the control ability was also general.
If it weren’t for Wuhundian’s eyes and eyes, let the young Beska enter the Soulmaster Academy specially set up in Wuhundian, I’m afraid he couldn’t become a Soul Master at all, or even grow into a Seventy-eight Soul Saint. Strong.
Shang Shan Ruoshui Ren Fangyuan~EbookFREE.me~ The front road was blocked by the water wall, and Yang Ming also did not care to expose it. Immediately, he used the Soul Technique Demon King to make a partial transformation, and the arm sleeves protruded were burnt into gray, as if Inflating like a balloon, it expands into a thick flame arm like a load-bearing column at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.
  Oh!
   If you put a hot red iron into cold water, a large piece of thick smoke billows out, the water surface of the water wall is like a boiling water, and blisters violently rise, and the body shrinks rapidly.
  Yang Ming’s Wuhun Qinglian Earth Heart Fire, and the Soul Technique King of Flame Demon, are highly recognizable.
   For Bisca, who has always been concerned about Yang Ming's growth, he recognized the true identity of the black-robed man in front of him at one glance, always calming down his murky eyes, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
"Oh it's you!"
   "Are you actually not dead yet?"
   A cry of exclamation revealed the previous plot of Bishop Besca.
Obviously, Bisca has been struggling to find the murderer who destroyed the Wuhun main hall recently, and he has no energy to follow up. Perhaps in his opinion, the elite team he sent sent the beast to stir up the tide of the beast, and killing Yang Ming is Ten things and nine stable things.
  During the steaming smoke, Yang Ming's figure passed through the water wall, and his eyes burst into an extremely blood.
   "Today, you will definitely die!"