Together with a skeleton spirit master who exploded from the ground, the five fallen spirit masters had killed countless people, but they had never seen a scene like today.
Is this the peerless genius?
Their pupils contracted instantly as they watched in horror as Fang Ling made a big turn, and his sickle danced, drawing several magical purple starlight in the air and accurately blocking attacks from all sides.
"Ah, can this be blocked? You have eyes on your back, right?"
"How is it possible that someone could do this?"
The soul power was greatly consumed, and the powerful law-breaking energy devoured all long-range soul skills under the swing of the sickle, and also blocked the opponent's blood and resentful spirits that were invading.
However, there were too many people fighting at the same time, and the long-handled scythe was shaking violently. Even the toughness of Level 7 could not withstand it, and it creaked instantly.
The sickle blade trembled and the handle bent almost instantly.
The powerful force knocked both him and Zhu Qing away without any resistance.
Fang Ling bore most of the force, and blood spurted out of his mouth in an instant.
He forced it down and spun around in the air before landing back on the ground.
This was a deadly situation where six people ambushed and surrounded him, but he still managed to escape with Zhu Qing temporarily!
But this is not the end.
The five people did not hesitate at all and chased after Fang Ling the moment he escaped.
The sixth ten thousand year soul ring of the Soul Emperor of Ten Thousand Souls Banner shone brightly, and a gust of black gloomy wind instantly blew across the street.
In an instant, countless resentful souls wailed, and a long black dragon with evil aura rolled up and shot towards Fang Ling.
The previous momentum could be broken by the fighter's will, but this mental attack from the resentful soul could not. Fang Ling might be able to resist it, but Zhu Qing could not.
The bloodthirsty werewolf with scarlet eyes began to be surrounded by gusts of wind and pounced forward.
Fang Ling finally figured out the background of this werewolf soul king. His martial soul was that of the Swift Wind Demon Wolf, and he was a hybrid of the Swift Wind Demon Wolf and a human.
The meatball-like fat man, the Hateful Soul King, was bouncing and skipping towards him.
With the fat transplanted from somewhere on his body, he weighed at least five or six hundred kilograms.
The fourth and fifth soul rings on his body lit up one after another, and the fat instantly became elastic. He leaped more than ten meters high, weighing at least five or six hundred kilograms, and fell down like a mountain.
The one who emerged from the ground was the Soul King of Skeleton. His fifth purple soul ring exploded, causing all the bones in his body to emit a cold white light.
The sound of breaking wind was heard along with a loud bang, and hundreds of sharp bone blades shot towards Fang Ling and Zhu Zhuqing who had just stood firm.
The Blood Demon Soul Emperor moved relatively slowly. His fifth soul ring glowed with black light. As the magic patterns shone, a long whip made of smelly blood that had turned from bright red to dark black came towards Fang Ling from a distance.
The tip of the whip almost created a sonic boom.
This is really unstoppable.
Even if it was Fang Ling, facing the siege of the remaining five people who were using their ten thousand year soul skills, he couldn't expect to take it all even if he used the Breaking Technique.
Dugu Bo, who was hanging far behind, was very calm and was still waiting.
Fang Ling told him not to take action unless it was absolutely necessary.
If there is a big fish, if Dugu Bo, the Titled Douluo, acts rashly, he will be scared away.
Being surrounded now, the situation only seems critical, but in fact it is still under control.
Faced with so many soul skills besieging him, Fang Ling couldn't stop them, and he didn't even think about blocking them. The best way to deal with this kind of attack was to dodge.
But he couldn't hide alone, so he seemed to have given up resistance and hugged Zhu Qing, who was possessed by his martial spirit.
"Give up? Do you want to be a couple with the same fate?"
The logistics soul master who was hiding in the dark just had this thought in his mind, and suddenly realized something: "Oh no, martial soul fusion skill!"
So that's why. No wonder Fang Ling wanted to offend the Xingluo royal family and snatch the person away.
This is a martial soul fusion technique!
But how could someone from the Xingluo Zhu family have the ability to fuse their martial souls with an outsider?
Shouldn't they form the Netherworld White Tiger together with the Dai family?
No matter how puzzled they were, the martial soul fusion technique was about to be completed.
A deep gray light shone from Fang Ling and Zhu Zhuqing.
This is a strange light, extremely pure and clear.
There was no gray mist. It was just the leakage of power that occurred when the martial soul fusion was used before and could not be perfectly controlled.
Narcissus' jade bones and muscles increased the degree of integration between the two. Under the burst of light, a gray-robed figure appeared in everyone's eyes in a flash.
The pale hand held a huge, crescent-shaped, matte gray scythe.
The sickle blade carries a deep sense of death.
Even though the five attackers were fallen soul masters who had killed countless people, they were full of murderous intent at this moment, and yet they could still feel a biting chill coming from the source of life.
The appearance of this sense of death had a particularly great impact on the Soul Emperor of Ten Thousand Souls Banner. The long dragon of black energy instantly dispersed, and countless resentful souls struggled to escape, refusing to come closer no matter what.
Of course Fang Ling saw this scene. The extreme death had a fatal effect on the resentful spirit. This person was no longer important. He ignored him and suddenly disappeared.
While dodging the attack, he flashed behind the Blood Demon Soul Emperor in a flash.
Born with a thirst for blood, its body surface was covered with demonic patterns. Fang Ling did not recognize this kind of martial soul, so he called it the Blood Demon based on the strong smell of blood.
But having more blood also means one thing: the Blood Demon Soul Emperor has extremely strong vitality.
And this happened to be extremely restrained by the power of death, which was even more brutal than the restraint on normal people.
The Blood Demon Soul Emperor sensed the shadow behind him, his sixth soul ring shone, his body lit up with an even more dazzling bright red blood light, his skin broke open and he breathed, countless amounts of blood spurted out of his body, almost as if it was about to explode.
He lunged forward and tried to turn around, but the long scythe of death chopped down mercilessly.
The ultimate death attribute derived from the higher power of death eliminated all resistance of the blood demon.
The bright red blood light was broken in an instant, the power of death shone, the thick arm broke directly, and then a head fell to the ground.
Blood Demon Soul Emperor, die!
Fang Ling can now swing four swords. After killing the blood demon, he has recovered a lot of soul power under the effect of Lv2.
Because his injuries were minor, the recovery of the meridians in his left calf and left foot was not considered an injury. He even thought that this expertise was only useful in the City of Slaughter. Unexpectedly, it played a big role in the release of the martial soul fusion skill, the Shadow Death Scythe.
Werewolf Soul King, die!
Skeleton Soul King, die!
Hate Soul King, Die!
"Even if my meridians haven't recovered, with Zhu Qing in my hand, my Fang Ling will still be invincible in the world!"
He felt somewhat proud.
The Shadow Death Scythe shuttles through the void, bringing deep death to people.
With the soul power of two swords left, Fang Ling shuttled behind the Soul Emperor of Ten Thousand Souls Banner who was about to escape. Just as he was about to chop him down, a warning sign suddenly appeared. A very rotten and festering flesh hand stretched out from the void.
Eight soul rings, Contra!
How could there be such a powerful fallen spirit master?
What was the Spirit Hall doing?
Fang Ling was horrified. He used the knife and the palm to cut his palm from the side, contaminating it with the ultimate power of death, and then jumped into the air and left.
Fortunately, the Shadow Death Scythe was elusive and could not be caught.
After jumping twice, with only the last bit of soul power left, Fang Ling shouted, "Teacher, save me!"
(End of this chapter)