Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 461 Uncle, please

Facing the crowd around, Qiao Ye watched as one of them suddenly clenched his fist and slammed towards him. He raised his leg without hesitation and kicked him.

boom!

Qiao Ye kicked a person again, and then bent his legs, the whole person bounced forward, and rushed forward.

A death row prisoner hadn't reacted yet, but Qiao Ye had already arrived in front of him and pressed the opponent's head!

boom!

The death row prisoner felt as if his body was flying, and was directly grabbed by Qiao Ye and smashed on the mountain wall in the back room.

The mountain wall was obviously processed, and such a heavy blow did not break, but a circle of lines appeared.

However, although the wall was not broken, the death row prisoner's head seemed to be broken, and blood spattered from the back of his head, scattered all over the place.

"You defeated a demonizer of the third rank of Demon Sect Realm, absorbed the power of Martial Soul, and obtained Martial Soul Value: 17000 points."

Almost in the blink of an eye, two people were injured, and one person died unexpectedly!

The remaining three people were shocked. However, this group of death row prisoners were indeed fierce. Although their faces were shocked, they quickly turned into fierce expressions and moved closer to Qiao Ye again.

"Demonization, ghosts wandering around in the night!"

"Demonization, muscle warrior!"

"Demonization, Purgatory Flame Body!"

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Fierce is fierce, but it doesn't mean that the opponent is stupid. Qiao Ye's combat power is beyond imagination. Those death row prisoners also entered the state of demonization for the first time, and their bodies began to be demonized and mutated continuously.

Roar!

The next moment, a death row prisoner's body turned crimson, his body soared a few points, his body was burning with flames, and he slammed into Qiao Ye's direction.

Qiao Ye's eyes were cold, and he didn't mean to use his spirit or martial arts. The strength of the death row prisoners in this cell was average, and they were only at the level of the first stage of the Demon Realm. With Qiao Ye's current cultivation level, even if he did not use his spirit and martial arts. The soul is more than enough to deal with.

Seeing the other party rushing towards him, Qiao Ye took a step and pressed it directly on the other party's shoulder.

boom!

The seemingly aggressive collision was easily picked up by Qiao Ye.

In the next moment, Qiao Ye let out a low growl, grabbed the opponent's shoulder, lifted the person up, and threw it out forcefully.

Boom!

At the same time that the death row prisoner landed and made a loud noise, the coals on his body suddenly exploded, making a loud noise, and the fiery flames pushed towards the surroundings.

Outside the cell, there were two jailers standing at the fork in the distance, but they were indifferent when they heard the sound, and sneered with the corners of their mouths hooked.

Fighting is a common thing in this place. Killing someone can save you stuttering, so they don't bother to care.

In the cell, Qiao Ye waved his hand to disperse the diffuse flame, and the death row prisoner was lying on the ground and could not get up.

"You defeated a demonizer of the second-order Demon Sect Realm, absorbed the power of Martial Soul, and obtained Martial Soul Value: 15,000 points."

Qiao Ye stepped forward and walked towards the remaining two people, but at this moment, the death row prisoner who had been bombarded by Qiao Ye suddenly got up from the ground and entered a demonized state in an instant.

A layer of purple-black scales covered the opponent's body, and one of the teeth turned into serrated teeth. The moment he threw himself on Qiao Ye, he opened his mouth and bit down viciously.

Then……

"what!"

The death row prisoner covered his mouth and screamed, blood constantly seeping out from his fingers, and the golden brilliance of Qiao Ye's body directly shattered the other's serrated teeth.

Qiao Ye swept his leg up sharply, kicked the opponent's chest, and swept him away with a single blow.

"You defeated a demonizer of the second rank of Demon Sect Realm, absorbed the power of Martial Soul, and obtained Martial Soul Value: 15500 points."

Knocked down a prisoner again, Qiao Ye sneered when he turned around, and pressed his palm directly forward.

Three Heavenly Martial Arts, Smashing the Heavenly Palm, Mahamudra!

boom!

An invisible handprint appeared, pushed it forward, slammed on one of them, and smashed the other person out directly, hitting the fence gate.

The death row prisoner still wanted to get up, but Qiao Ye directly used Jiugong Feixing's footwork to move his body, came to the other side in an instant, and kicked the other side's face.

"You defeated a demonizer of the third rank of Demon Sect Realm, absorbed the power of Martial Soul, and obtained Martial Soul Value: 16,000 points."

The death row prisoner had blood dripping from his forehead, and after struggling a few times, he was still unable to stand up.

But at this moment...

The remaining demonized person was still unwilling to give up, and with a low roar, the demonized scales on his body suddenly stood up, and then shot wildly in the direction of Qiao Ye!

Qiao Ye didn't care at all, turned around and let the scales keep coming towards him.

On the golden body of Jiuzhuan, circles of golden ripples continued to sway, and the speed of the scale lasing was getting faster and faster, but it was still unable to penetrate Qiaoye's golden body.

Qiao Ye walked forward, holding those scales, came to the death row prisoner, stretched out his hand, grabbed the opponent's throat directly, and lifted the person up.

The death row prisoner kept struggling, kept kicking his legs, raised his fist and slammed down towards Qiao Ye, but it was of no use. Outside of the ripples, it was impossible to break through Qiao Ye's defense.

The feeling of suffocation kept coming, and the death row prisoner's breath became weaker and weaker, and his strength became weaker and weaker. Finally, his hands fell down and he fainted directly.

"You defeated a demonizer of the third rank of Demon Sect Realm, absorbed the power of Martial Soul, and obtained Martial Soul Value: 16,000 points."

Qiao Ye threw the person aside and looked to the side.

Tie Jiu covered his broken fingers and looked at Qiao Ye in horror.

Seeing Qiao Ye gradually approaching him, Tie Jiu suddenly knelt on the ground, hurriedly took off his pants and said, "Master, please!"

"Go away!" Qiao Ye's eyes twitched, he kicked Tie Jiu, and said angrily, "Put your pants on."

Tie Jiu quickly pulled up his pants and put them on respectfully.

Qiao Ye sat down in the corner with his back against the wall and said, "See if anyone is dead."

Tie Jiu hurriedly got up to check everyone's injuries. After slipping around, except for the one at the beginning, whose head was smashed with blood by Qiao Ye, everyone else suffered from skin trauma and would not die.

Qiao Ye looked at Tie Jiu and said, "Don't you notify the jailer?"

Tie Jiu smiled and said, "How dare we, we are all petty and cheap, you should beat us."

Although the prisoners of Nightmare Island are fierce, but if they can't beat them at all, they can bend and stretch. Fierce does not mean that they like to court death.

Qiao Ye Nunu said, pointing at the half-dead prisoner: "I mean, don't you need to take it out for treatment?"

Tie Jiu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's useless, the jailer won't care. If he survives, his life is good. If he dies, his life is bad. The jailer just throws the body into the sea and it's over."

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