The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 136 Soul Lock
Gao Lian looked at Qin Ye, who was killing like a tiger among a flock of sheep and no one could stop him. He was shocked and even rubbed his eyes, unable to believe his eyes.

The people he brought with him on this operation were almost all masters, and their number and lineup were many times more luxurious than before in Kulong Mountain.

Not only are there disciples he brought from the Northeast, but there are also many elites from various major sects.

There are disciples from Huode Sect, Mianshan Daluo Palace, Liaodong Tiangang, Shaolin Temple, and even those who have received training in Tianshi Mansion.

But even such a lineup that was enough to sweep across many sects was actually slaughtered by the opponent like killing chickens, and had little power to fight back!
This is simply... unbelievable!
It is true that the only martial arts that cannot be defeated is speed, but is such a terrifying and indistinguishable speed really something that humans can achieve?

How powerful is this life? I'm afraid the old Taoist priest is no more than this, right?
There were phantoms everywhere, moving through the crowd, and he couldn't tell which one was Qin Ye's real body.

People were dying in the field all the time, and even people more than ten meters apart would lose their heads at the same moment.

Unbelievable, fucking unbelievable!
At this moment, Gao Lian clearly realized that Qin Ye's strength was not weaker than the old Taoist priest.

It is completely meaningless to measure this person by his age.

He held the communicator and roared:

"Support, everyone move, no more ambush, everyone move!"

Before, he was afraid that Qin Ye would escape, so he kept a backup plan and set up ambushes around him. Now it seems that it was really unnecessary.

As his roar exploded in the communication channel, figures began to gather in the surrounding woods.

A quick glance revealed at least twenty or thirty of them.

They were wearing the same uniform, and each of them held in their hands or on their bodies an instrument similar to the black bow in the hands of the woman with the high ponytail.

Either swords, spears, swords or halberds, or shoulder armor and masks.

Obviously, this is a divine armed team belonging to the bunker.

One of them was a muscular man wearing a facial mask, who seemed to be the captain. He glanced indifferently at Qin Ye, who was like a ghost in the field. Although he was surprised at his speed, he did not show any fear.

He slowly spoke to the young man beside him:
"Wu Chang, go and make him slow down!"

The man called Wu Chang was a skinny young man with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept for seven days and seven nights.

One sentence is enough to describe his appearance...

Like a ghost.

A chain emitting black energy was wrapped around Wu Chang's arm, and he was holding the end in his hand.

After receiving the order, he didn't say anything, quickened his pace and left the team, standing more than ten meters away from the battlefield.

Looking at the ghostly phantoms in the crowd, he couldn't tell which one was the target. Fortunately, his ability didn't require him to distinguish too clearly.

He poured his Yuan Qi into the chain, and the black Qi on it became stronger. As he raised his arm and swung it out, it stretched and lengthened against the wind.

Then it split and tangled, and in an instant, "bang bang waves" were woven into a large chain net that covered the sky above the battlefield.

In an instant, the surrounding space and time seemed to be slowed down, suddenly slowing down, and everyone's movements came to a halt.

But if you look closely, you will find that this is not a real pause in time and space. The sand and dust splashed around are still falling at a normal speed, without any abnormality.

The only ones truly affected were those caught in the giant net woven from pitch-black chains.

Their slow movements were not caused by the chains, but they did not dare to make any big movements.

Their souls seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible energy, or something mysterious was pulling them.

As long as the body moves a little more, it will create the illusion that the body is separated from the soul and rushing out alone.

This feeling is weird and terrifying at the same time.

Qin Ye was the fastest and felt the strongest.

He didn't know whether this was an illusion or the soul would really separate from the body and stay in the same place.

He doesn't know how to use Yang Shen's skills, so there's no need to gamble on this.

"Good!" Gao Lian showed joy when he saw Qin Ye being controlled. His research on divine weaponry was not in vain. This method was far beyond ordinary superpowers.

"Captain Yang, hurry up and make a move. Don't let him get away with it. It would be best if we can capture him alive, but if not, that's fine too!"

Unlike Gao Lian's surprise, the man wearing the mask did not look surprised at all, as if he thought it was reasonable.

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. A girl with a bun walked out of the group. She removed the bronze bracelet from her wrist and placed it flat on the center of her palms, left palm below and right palm above.

As her left and right palms turned upside down, she suddenly took out the bracelet.

The bracelet made a buzzing sound in the air and vibrated slightly. It then turned into five and flew out quickly, heading towards Qin Ye's neck and limbs.

No sharp weapons were used directly, which clearly showed that they wanted to capture him alive.

Dead objects were not restricted by the lock net. Qin Ye moved his mind slightly, and thousands of blades shattered. The broken blades shot out from the sky and hit the bracelet. At the same time, the shadow under his feet squirmed and slowly sank.

He didn't dare to escape too fast, in case his soul was pulled out.

There was a sound of "ding ding dang dang" of metal clashing, and the bracelet was surrounded by broken blades and kicked around, making it impossible to achieve its purpose.

Seeing this, the girl with the bun snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Rely on numbers? I can do that too!"

After saying that, she placed her palms about an inch apart in front of her flat chest. The bronze bracelet seemed to have been summoned, and flew back with a "whoosh" and gathered into one again in her palm.

Then she poured her vital energy into the bracelet crazily, and suddenly raised her palms upside down again.

One turned into two, two turned into four, four turned into eight, as if the bracelet had returned home and shaken someone. In the blink of an eye, countless bronze relatives flew out and collided with the broken blades.

However, although the number of bracelets increased, their flexibility was far less than that of the Broken Blade, and they were unable to break through the barrier for a while.

Watching Qin Ye disappear little by little, Captain Yang, wearing a facial mask, decided to take action himself.

He flashed and was already close to the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, an arc of light suddenly appeared in front of the forehead of the mask. The arc of light was deep and mysterious, like an awakened demon eye, emitting a chilling chill.

Immediately, a finger-thick stream of strange light shot out from the magic eye. The light was wrapped in a cold and murderous aura, tearing through the air, crossing the battlefield and arriving in front of Qin Ye in an instant.

Judging from the power emitted by this stream of light, it is no exaggeration to say that it can penetrate steel plates. If it hits a person, it will immediately create a bloody hole as big as a bowl.

'clairvoyance.? '

Although the knife was outside and he couldn't move, Qin Ye was not panicked at all. No ballistic attacks could bypass his wind barrier.

He brought his sword fingers together, used them as a knife, and slashed in the air in front of him.

In a flash, a fierce wall of wind unfolded, and the powerful and colorful light crashed into it, splashing layers of ripples, without any sign of being penetrated.

When Captain Yang saw this, a hint of viciousness flashed between his brows, and the vital energy in his body was like a surging torrent, continuously and madly pouring into the evil eye on the mask.

The light became more and more dazzling, like a small sun about to explode, releasing terrifying energy fluctuations.

However, even so, he was unable to break through the seemingly weak barrier until the wind wall slowly dissipated on its own.

Wherever the light reached, there was only emptiness, not even a single human figure.

Everything seemed to be playing tricks on him.

Captain Yang was furious and turned to look at Wu Chang, shouting, "Where's the person? Where did you lock him up?!"

Wu Chang was also confused, muttering to himself: You ask me, but who should I ask? Wasn't the other party escaping slowly? You didn't stop him yourself, and you blame me?

But he didn't dare to utter a word of this. Captain Yang always had the final say among them, and he would not give face to anyone except the deceased Mr. Huang.

Scolding and beating him at every turn was the norm, but today, in front of outsiders and at a critical moment in the mission, he had already restrained his attitude.

At this time, Gao Lian's anxious cry was heard: "Hey, take the chains, everyone, be careful of the shadows under your feet!"

Wu Chang's mouth twitched, knowing that he was the one. With a wave of his hand, the large net of chains entangled above everyone's heads dissipated one by one with a "bang bang bang", and finally only one chain remained flying back from the horizon.

At this moment, the shadow under his feet suddenly squirmed, and then a figure jumped out from it.

Although Wu Chang was finishing his training, he was also very obedient and was on guard against the shadows under his feet. He took action the next second after he heard the movement behind him.

However, his movements were like a tortoise and a hare compared to the person behind him. Just as he turned halfway, his neck was firmly grasped by a large hand like an iron clamp.

What followed was an irresistible force. With a "crack", he died with a broken neck with a look of fear on his face.

As he died, the dark chains in the air seemed to have lost their souls and fell to the ground with a "click".

(End of this chapter)