The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

"Ow—"

The god-killing beast that Qing Ming sat down stared fiercely at the man in black robe, and let out a low growl continuously.

Qingming turned his head and glanced at the black-robed man, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter who wins or loses, it's a bad life."

The black-robed man shrugged his shoulders and said, "You can't say that. One of these two people can become a Shura figure in the future."

Qing Ming said disdainfully: "Sura is just killing the incarnation, cultivating to the ancient god is already the limit."

The black-robed man said: "But the ancient god-level Shura is already a terrifying existence in hell."

"Donather, don't talk to me in this tone again." Qing Ming was extremely disgusted.

"Yes."

Hearing this, the black-robed man shut up and silently watched the battle ahead.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, Mu Bai and the middle-aged man have fought tens of thousands of moves. Mu Bai relied on his tyrannical dark magic power to stand firmly on the top. After all, his opponent is not a real Shura, just It's just that the killing power has initially awakened.

Mu Bai also suffered a lot of injuries. His soul was severely injured by this middle-aged man before, and now he is holding on with his strong will.

Although he has the upper hand, his soul has been seriously injured, and if it is delayed for a long time, it will be very bad for him.

"Oh!"

The figures of the two intersected again, and the swords slashed at each other. Mu Bai deliberately showed that his strength was weak, and he threw his body into the air with his strength, and fell heavily to the ground.

The middle-aged man was very excited, he seized this good opportunity and chased after him, stabbing straight at Mu Bai on the ground.

"Pfft!"

A sword directly pierced Mu Bai's heart.

"Hahaha! I finally got rid of you!" The middle-aged man laughed triumphantly.

But after a while, he suddenly realized that what he stabbed was just a phantom clone.

"Phantom clone!" The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and only then did he realize that he had been fooled!

"Die!"

An icy voice came from behind, and a bloody blade cut down abruptly.

"No!" The middle-aged man didn't have time to look back, his entire head was sliced ​​off by Mu Bai, and his entire body was instantly disintegrated.

After his soul body shattered, a strange blood-colored mist was revealed, about the size of a palm.

"Ok?"

Mu Bai still had a sliver of consciousness and remained awake. Seeing the red mist in front of him, he couldn't help being startled, and could feel a violent killing force from it.