Chapter 1960: Defeated, the head of the soul hall

"Ok?"
The head of the soul hall was surprised.
Seeing the sword that struck, he subconsciously ignored it and took a palm.
After all, in front of him was just a young man who hadn't even stepped into the legend.
Not to mention a peerless, even a veteran legendary warrior could not match his thoughts.
However, when the sword body was really pressed, the head of the Soul Palace suddenly changed his expression.
The soul power in his palm was instantly crushed by that sword.
Had it not been for his quick response and hurriedly closed his hand, I am afraid that now his palm has been pierced.
At the same time, that sword, which has not yet retreated, struck directly.
That sword has no edge, no intention, no power.
But he directly ignored his bodyguard spirit power.
With his whole body soul power, I am afraid that it is the level of Elder Jiang Yue, and he can't even shake it.
But now, the young man in front of him came with a sword, and he came back, even a few steps away from him.
The current situation looks more like the young man in front of him, who wants to deal with him, the head of the soul palace. ‘
"Humph." The head of the Soul Palace snorted coldly, taking three steps back.
The head of the soul hall, after all, is the head of the soul hall, he is the legend of the world, the number one soul master in the Central Region, and there are several powerful people in the world.
How easy is it to be a means.
He took three steps back, just out of the scope of the sword.
And every time he took a step back, his spirit power exploded once.
After three steps down, his soul power has reached the sky.
Soul power, self-inflicted attack, attacked Xiao Yi.
Soul power is invisible.
But under the absolute control of the head of the soul hall, it seemed like a tangible hand.
It seems as light as the air, but in fact, every single thread is enough to crush the lofty mountains and blast through the earth.
The head of the soul hall doesn't even have to move.
With a thought in your heart, you can do your best.
This is the terrible soul master.
The visible hand seemed weak, but intuition told Xiao Yi that each one was extremely dangerous.
Each one is enough to kill an old legendary powerhouse on the spot.
But at the same time, his instinct also told Xiao Yi that he was not afraid of the sword in his hand.
Xiao Yi wields a sword in one hand, and the sword has no edge, but the sword is like a dance.
Jian Ying, defended the surrounding air tightly.
Although it is a sword of defense.
But at the same time, it is also a sword of attack.
The sword shadow danced, and it was approaching the head of the soul hall.
The invisible hands that the Jianfeng passed by had been split apart by a sword before they even got close to Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi's sword became like a broken bamboo.
But his footsteps did not make any progress.
the reason is simple.
Even though the sword in his hand had broken the spirit power in front of him, the spirit power of the main hall of the soul hall still burst out continuously.
Every time Xiao Yi broke an invisible hand, it instantly became another condensate.
The two sides instantly stalemate.
However, this alone is enough to make Xiao Yi proud.
The head of the Hall of Souls was actually forced to do nothing.
"It's quite capable." The head of the Soul Palace squinted his eyes.
In addition to surprise, in his eyes, he was even more cold.
Killing the God Sword is absolutely not to be lost, and can only be classified into the Soul Palace.
call…
Suddenly, the wind howled.
That wind is strange and unpredictable.
That wind, invisibly, carries the ultimate penetrating power.
Obviously, that was also transformed by soul power.
The same did not see the main hall master of the soul hall move half way.
But 100 meters around, it seemed to be a land of violent winds.
In the strong wind, the invisible hand is still dancing.
Xiao Yi held the sword, but still blocked one by one.
A violent wind turned into a wind blade, as if being struck ignoring the space.
On the side of Xiao Yi's sword, the sword without edge was actually able to withstand the wind.
The wind is as thin as a cicada's wings.
The sword, like the edge of a cicada's wing, slashed precisely.
The wind blade dissipated instantly.
The wind became more violent and raging.
The wind howled, the invisible hand danced.
But inside, Xiao Yi's figure became more and more mysterious.
One person, one sword; hard to shake the boundless wind, countless invisible hands.
The sword's body may pass by the wind precisely, or break through the air.
All around, it was just the constant dissipation of soul power.
The head of the soul hall gradually frowned, and frowned more and more.
As for Xiao Yi, the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and that sword became more and more powerful in his hands.
Xiao Yi's footsteps finally took a step forward.
Ten seconds later.
The figure is approaching the second step again.
One more step, his sword can approach the head of the soul hall.
The head of the soul hall had already narrowed his eyes.
Xiao Yi, the sword in his hand has no exquisiteness; instead, there is only a simple cut and a split.
Seemingly simple moves, like a child dancing a sword, but the sword is accurate.
Cut down with a sword, becoming heavier and heavier.
A sword slashed out, becoming more fierce.
Not the sword is changing, but the heart is moving.
At this moment, Xiao Yi's heart was only angry.
Angry, all gathered the sword in his hand.
He never expected that he would come to the main hall of the Black Demon Hall, and came full of expectation, but returned in disappointment.
And disappointed, but also to be forced to stay behind, threatening life and death.
Senior Luo deceived him, and a light and fluttering word made him play tricks, turning all his efforts into nothing.
But between him and Senior Luo, there is no default or owe.
Although he was unwilling, he was still able to leave unrestrainedly.
But the main hall of the soul hall mainly deceived him, and that was something he didn't want.
"If you want to deceive me, just come." Xiao Yi squeezed a cold word between his teeth.
His unwillingness and anger all exploded in this moment.
His last sword was extremely fierce.
A sword fell, and the spirit power around him collapsed and melted.
In the third step, Xiao Yi stepped out.
This sword directly took the head of the soul hall.
"Take advantage of the effect of the Excalibur Sword to restrain the soul power and fight with me, what a cunning kid." The head of the soul hall squinted, his eyes getting colder.
"Without soul power, what are you?" Xiao Yi sneered, and the sword fell straight.
"Heh." A disdainful smile was grinned at the corner of the head of the soul hall.
"Without soul power, I want to kill you, it's still just easy."
boom…
There was a burst of momentum on the head of the soul hall.
That's not soul power, but a strong vitality in his martial arts cultivation base.
Xiao Yi's sword was shaken away.
The head of the Soul Palace is a legend in the world.
Except for the soul power of the soul master, he is also a warrior, possessing a cultivation base and vitality.
Yuan Li is something that the Excalibur Sword can restrain.
Even if he is purely cultivation base and vitality, the head of the soul palace is enough to kill the old legendary powerhouse.
Let alone Xiao Yi?
But this time Xiao Yi didn't have any fear, panic, or chaos, but instead sneered.
"Press."
With a cold cry.
The head of the soul hall suddenly changed his face.
In the small world in his body, the soul power instantly lost control and ran away.
When the small world ran out of control, it was difficult for him to control even his internal energy.
He, the world's first soul master, can't control the soul power in his body?
That seems to be a joke.
However, it exists today.
He knew that all of this came from the sword without the edge, the Sword of Death.
"Hmph." The head of the Soul Palace snorted again.
And Xiao Yi, who had been retreated heavily, came out again with a sword.
"Press." The head of the soul hall also yelled.
The spirit power that had run out of control, burst out again.
The wind and the invisible hand emerged again.
"Press." Xiao Yi yelled again.
The soul power that had just stabilized was out of control again.
Of course, it was out of control, only existed for a moment, and was depressed again.
Out of control, runaway, and then depressed smoothly.
The two are constantly fighting each other.
Xiao Yi went up again with the sword, facing the strong wind.
The sword, like dancing wildly in the wind, keeps moving.
The sword, like slashing the waves and thorns, is approaching step by step.
Although the sword has no front, Xiao Yi holds it without intention.
But that's the case, it fits very well.
This bladeless sword is almost useless for combat.
But today, in the hands of Xiao Yi, he really showed his grandeur, showing his true power and light.
The sword, in the end, seemed like a shock.
The point of the sword reached the throat of the head of the soul hall.
"You lost."
That icy voice came out indifferently from the mouth of this young man in a large black robe.
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