Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 041 Is this the martial soul you said?

To put it bluntly, the first rank of Martial Spirit Realm is not much different from the ninth rank of the Bone-Bone Realm in terms of the physical body. The body training and the Bone-Bone Realm are based on the foundation, and the physical body has been cultivated to the extreme. It's just an improvement.

What's more, Wang Tian's physical foundation is obviously not as good as Qiao Ye's, his strength and speed are both crushed by Qiao Ye, and his agility is only half a catty. How could Wang Tianfang be an opponent with such a rigid style of play.

However, Ji Wuyuan still doesn't think Qiao Ye can win. After all, Wang Tianfang started the war with contempt, and has not yet shown his greatest advantage.

While Ji Wuyuan was thinking about it, Wang Tianfang shook his body and got up from the ground again.

Qiao Ye looked at him coldly, then pointed his toes, and came to Wang Tianfang again.

"Boy, you're dead!" Wang Tianfang suddenly gave a grim smile and shouted at Qiao Ye, "You think you can beat me with your three-legged cats? I'll let you know how to write the word "dead" today!"

Qiao Ye raised his brows, and suddenly stopped, Wang Tianfang didn't feel right.

The air around it seemed to be scorching hot, and there were heat waves flowing everywhere, and the layers were pushed away in circles.

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud noise suddenly appeared, Wang Tianfang's body seemed to explode, and then terrifying flames exploded from Wang Tianfang's body, pushing away continuously towards the surroundings.

Qiao Ye's pupils shrank, and hurriedly crossed his arms in front of him, the heat wave flew layer by layer, constantly pushing towards Qiao Ye's side, pushing Qiao Ye towards the back.

The bluestone bricks on the arena were continuously broken, and layers of stone chips were splashed around.

After a while, the scattered flames quickly gathered and gathered into a fireball. Wang Tianfang's one arm stretched out the fireball, and with a strong wave, the fireball dispersed, and Wang Tianfang reappeared.

Behind Wang Tianfang, three head-sized fireballs floated, and Wang Tianfang's left cheek was covered with fine red crystals. Around Wang Tianfang, wisps of heat kept rising.

Qiao Ye narrowed his eyes and said, "Is this the martial spirit?"

"A rather rare martial spirit." Ji Wuyuan said, "It's called the Flame Demon!"

This is why Qiao Ye has the advantage, and Ji Wuyuan still doesn't think Qiao Ye can win, because Qiao Ye has no martial spirit!

Martial spirits can be roughly divided into three categories, namely the transmutation type, the possessed type, and the summoning type, and as the core to accompany a martial artist in his life, only after he has cultivated his martial spirit can he truly embark on the martial arts.

At the same time, different Martial Spirits also have different rarities. From low to high, they are Ordinary, Rare, Emperor, Diming, Tianxuan, Unparalleled, and Realm. To a certain extent, it is understandable. It becomes a kind of talent and potential. The rarer the martial spirit, the higher the talent and the greater the potential.

However, there are many examples of hurting Zhongyong. It does not mean that getting a rare Martial Spirit is necessarily powerful. Moreover, Martial Spirit is not fixed. Along with the improvement of cultivation, there are some panacea. With the help of external force, Martial Spirit is also It will become stronger and stronger, from the ninth rank to the first rank, continuous promotion, and in the process of promotion, there may be qualitative changes, there are not no examples of ordinary rank martial spirits becoming unparalleled martial spirits through promotion.

As for the realm, don't say it's a promotion, the people who have it have never heard of it, but there are records in the historical documents, which proves that such a powerful spirit existed in the past. Therefore, everyone only treats it as a legend. .

Wang Tianfang's Martial Soul Flame Demon is quite a well-known and rare Martial Spirit. Although it is not high-rank, it is only a ninth-rank Martial Spirit, but it is a hallucination-type Imperial Martial Spirit. At the same time...

This is also Wang Tianfang's biggest reliance!

As long as Qiao Ye has a martial spirit, even if it is only a martial spirit of the ordinary rank, Ji Wuyuan will not think that Qiao Ye has no chance of winning, but the problem is that Qiao Ye has no martial spirit at all.

Without Martial Spirit, it is impossible to use Martial Spirit to fight Martial Spirit, which is too disadvantageous.

Wang Tianfang smiled grimly at Qiao Ye and said, "Boy, the game is over, and your luck is over, from now on, you won't even be able to touch me, tell me, what qualifications do you have to fight me? I hit!"

Wang Tianfang roared angrily and waved his hand sharply in front of him.

The sound of burning flames sounded, and behind Wang Tianfang, the three floating fireballs continuously sprayed fist-sized flames, densely packed, flying towards Qiao Ye.

Boom, boom, boom...

Qiao Ye quickly ran to the side, the fireballs kept hitting the ground, and then the sound of explosions continued to sound, and every fireball landed, there would be an explosion.

The bluestone bricks of the arena were also shattered continuously under the explosion.

Wang Tianfang sneered, and suddenly said with a sneer, "Yanmawu!"

Snapped!

Wang Tianfang put his hands together, and the scattered flames suddenly floated again, and then spun rapidly, forming a circle of flame tornadoes, wrapping Qiao Ye in it, and then continuously compressing.

"Hahahahaha..." Wang Tian laughed arrogantly: "A **** that doesn't even have a martial soul, dares to provoke me, this is the end, give me death!"

Boom!

In Wang Tianfang's laughter, the flame tornado that wrapped Qiao Ye exploded, and after making a loud noise, the flames shot up into the sky with billowing black smoke, and went straight to the sky.

"Is it too early for you to be happy?"

At this time, in the flames, Qiao Ye's voice came faintly.

The surging flames suddenly shattered, and in the next instant, Qiao Ye stepped out.

Boom!

At the moment when Qiao Ye's words fell, the arena under Qiao Ye's feet suddenly shattered, and countless bluestone bricks were swept into the air by a terrifying air wave, and then fell and smashed continuously.

Very strong breath!

The people around the ring felt the invisible air waves swept through them, and involuntarily retreated to the rear, unwilling to fight against the sudden air waves.

Then……

Hiss!

As soon as Qiao Ye stretched out his hand, he tore off the clothes that were torn from the flames, exposing his upper body.

In the next instant, black smoke appeared on Qiao Ye's back. It was as dark as night, wrapped around Qiao Ye's neck, and then spread to the side and rear, turning into a black smoke cloak.

Then……

Qiao Ye stretched out his hand and shook it towards the front. Black smoke spread out from Qiao Ye's palm, and in the black smoke flowing like water, a halberd was slowly formed.

The halberd is different from the ordinary Fangtianhua halberd. The halberd blades on both sides are made of two moons. It is not the single edge of the ordinary Fangtianhua halberd, but the crescent double-edged. As for the halberd, the whole body is black, with the halberd head attached. They are all black, and they appear to be a circle larger than ordinary halberds, which are very hideous.

Click, click!

There was a crisp sound from Qiao Ye's left face, and some black metal pieces like bone fragments slowly emerged, like a broken mask, covering about one-fifth of Qiao Ye's cheeks!

"That's what you said..." Qiao Ye raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled, "Is it Martial Soul?"

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