"Swish!"

The two black crystal armors turned into translucent phantoms at the same time, interlaced through each other!

In the air, the ghosts with fangs and claws and the illusory black feathers were intertwined like crossing wind and rain!

The ghost turned into wisps of black smoke amid the shrill screams, and the smoke disappeared.

The black feathers fluttered in the air, like the ice and snow after sunrise, melting into nothingness.

However, there are nine hundred and ninety-nine black feathers, which have real entities, spiraled on the left arm of the Xuanbone Battle Armor. Feathers overlap seamlessly, condensing into a strange-shaped battle knife, like a huge feather.

This is the five ghost cultivators including Li Yao and Professor Mo Xuan. With his ability to freely convert between gaseous and liquid psychic energy, he tailor-made melee magic weapon, the Dragon Chasing Feather Sword!

This battle knife is made up of fragments of ancient magic weapons, the remains of the skeleton dragon demon, the skeleton of the natural disaster-level beast, and the fragments of the Strength Blood Slashing Sword. It adopts a split structure. With a thought, it can be transformed into ninety-nine unstoppable flying feathers at any time, hidden in the thousands of black feather illusions created by the spiritual energy. It has a tricky angle, is unpredictable, and cannot be defended.

The last ghost and the last black feather were completely annihilated.

The construction site returned to peace, and the wind whistled through the empty floors, rolling up dust in the sky, as if it was faint mist.

The two crystal armors stood ten meters apart, standing with their backs facing each other, maintaining their swords at the last moment, as if they were two most perfect statues.

"Dang!"

The dragon-chasing sword turned into a feather, fell to the ground.

"Crash!"

The chest of Xuanbone Battle Armor exploded with a shocking wound, as if a demon had cracked his bloody mouth.

"Chi!Chi!"

A real blood mist broke out in Li Yao's chest, and he staggered. He knelt on one knee, smashed a deep pit on the floor, and coughed loudly.

"Cough cough. Cough cough cough cough, Nascent Soul. It's Nascent Soul!"

Li Yao's face was as golden as paper. He gasped for a long time, barely contracted his muscles, sealed the blood vessels near the wound, gritted his teeth and got up, shaking, and walked towards the Netherworld Blade.

The Netherworld Blade does not move.

"Including Scorpio armor, I changed a total of four sets of armor. I arranged thirteen chain traps, and exhausted all the crystal bombs and magic weapons on my body."

"I didn't expect it, cough cough, cough cough cough cough"

Li Yao coughed loudly, walked to the Netherworld Blade, and faced the old Nascent Soul monster with his helmet against his helmet.

The Netherworld Blade can easily kill him with just one hand, but he still stands quietly without moving.

Li Yao was panting and finished the remaining half of the sentence, "I didn't expect that I would have to pay such a heavy price to kill you!"

Li Yao spread his five fingers and gently pressed on the crystal armor helmet of the Netherworld Blade, and suddenly exerted force!

"Crash!"

The Nether Blade Zhuang Ziyou, this old monster of the Nascent Soul who was the spider nest star could not bear the suppression, and he knelt in front of Li Yao with his knees!

"You are the first Nascent Soul I killed."

Li Yao looked down at the Nether Blade coldly and said word by word. "But, it will never be the last one."

"Click!"

A terrifying explosion broke out in the Netherworld Blade's neck, and the entire cervical spine completely exploded into powder.

The moment the Dragon-Chasing Feathered Sword swept over, the Nether Blade's neck was completely penetrated by Li Yao's sword light. Although the brain and body seemed to be connected, all the vitality in it was cut off, no different from beheading.

Even the old monster of Nascent Soul is difficult to survive when the body and head are separated.

What's more, Li Yao's last press also poured a large amount of spiritual energy into the Netherworld Blade's brain like magma through the crystal armor helmet, completely destroying the entire brain tissue.

This arrogant old monster of Nascent Soul finally completely surrendered to Li Yao's feet, lowered his head, curled up in a ball, and died so much that he could not die again!

Li Yao snorted coldly, rubbed his hands, and kicked the body of the Netherworld Blade down. A greedy laughter came from the crystal armor, as if he wanted to take off the "Black Horn Battle Armor" worn by the Netherworld Blade and search for the spoils.

Just as Li Yao's fingers touched the Black Horn Battle Armor, a sharp roar suddenly broke out from his mouth. The dragon-chasing feather sword that fell on the side exploded instantly, turning into ninety-nine sharp flying feathers again, causing a black feather storm throughout the floor!

"ah!"

In the air in the southeast corner, a strange cry came from the extremely strange cry, just like the screams of the hundreds of thousands of ghosts in the Nine Nether Yellow Springs being tortured together, all condensed in a moment, condensed into a red steel needle, piercing Li Yao's brain!

A dark red phantom, like a faint phosphorus fire, and a strange bouquet, emerged from the void and gradually condensed into a human form of more than a half meters high, like a dwarf, and a little like a baby.

Under the repeated puncture of the Dragon-Chasing Feather Sword, this human figure was in pain and twisted wildly. In the eyes of staring at Li Yao, there was an extremely resentment and a deeper fear than resentment!

"You, you knew I wasn't dead!" The dark red phantom screamed strangely.

Li Yao smiled: "The old monster of Yuanying, the soul power is much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators, and there is a high chance that they will be transformed into ghost cultivators after death."

"And you, the famous 'Nether Blade' Zhuang Ziyou, is originally the best at soul attacks. You have very profound research on the spiritual field. In addition to being a vicious star thief, you are also a 'Ming Cultivator' with profound cultivation."

"The chance of your transformation into a ghost cultivator is higher than that of ordinary Nascent Soul Powerful!"

"I just tried it casually, but I didn't expect it to be tested."

The Nether Blade was so angry that it screamed, as if a spoonful of fire-type crystal powder was sprinkled into the flames, and the flame "rubbed" and licked to the ceiling.

It’s a pity that he just died, and his soul finally escaped from his body with a secret technique. The three souls and seven spirits were extremely unstable and had not yet truly transformed into ghost cultivators. Compared with his strength when he was alive, he was only one percent left at most!

Even if Li Yao was seriously injured, he was not able to compete at this moment!

He could only try his best to delay time and make his three souls and seven spirits stable as soon as possible. Just give him a few more minutes to complete the transformation from wandering souls to ghost cultivators, then...

The Nether Blade pretended to be regretful and screamed: "I just cut off a fake hand?"

"The hand is of course a real hand. The feeling of killing a lone thief like you, cutting off muscles, blood vessels and bones with one knife is completely different from the fake hand. How can you not tell it?"

Li Yao spread his hands and said, "It's just that's not my hands."

The Nether Blade was so angry that his soul was trembling and said sharply: "So, from the beginning, your target was not the Black Spider Eight Blade, but me? Crazy! You are crazy! Your ultimate combat power is at most on the Golden Pill, and you dare to be crazy and hunt a Yuanying! Madman, you are an absolute madman!"

Li Yao said calmly: "If you have no constructiveness, let's start."

Li Yao waved his right hand, and the spiritual energy turned into a mercury-like wave, surging silently from the air, condensed into a big hand with silver light, shaking the throat of the Netherworld Blade Soul!

The tiger falls into Pingyang and is bullied by a dog. If it is at its peak, even if the old monster Nascent Blade of the Netherworld Blade cannot kill Li Yao in seconds, at least he can kill him like a dog from a fleeing family and flee in panic!

But now, the wandering soul of the Nether Blade is like an old hen with his throat cut. No matter how hard it struggles or hisses, he can only be dragged in front of Li Yao obediently.

"You, what are you going to do!"

Nether Blade screamed in panic, half of it was pretending, but half of it was real fear.

Every step Li Yao completely exceeded his expectations, making him feel unpredictable.

Li Yao used his spiritual energy to tightly bind the Nether Blade's wandering soul in front of his breastplate, like a "meat shield", and then smiled and said, "Of course, there are countless precious martial arts, magical powers, magic weapons and heavenly treasures hidden in an old Nascent Soul monster."

"I went through a lot of hardships and consumed all the crystal armor and magic weapons before killing a Yuanying. Of course, I have to search the body of the Yuanying and take out all the bull and yellow dog treasures!"

"But, thinking from the perspective of others, if I were a Nascent Soul, I would definitely not want my body to be humiliated by the younger generation after my death and my martial arts will be taken away by the enemy."

"So, if it were me, I would definitely set up various traps in the crystal armor, and even my body would hide various offensive magic weapons. Once someone wants to forcefully dismantle my crystal armor and damage my body, it will...boom! It will cost that man a heavy price!"

"And all my Qiankun Rings will definitely set up self-destructive divine consciousness. If someone wants to force the Qiankun Ring, then just slap and disperse it, and activate the self-destructive magical power to turn the Qiankun Ring into a useless stone!"

"The pursuer is coming, and time is limited. You are the Nascent Soul. I believe you will not be afraid of my torture and threats, so I will not talk nonsense to you, just block you in front of you and act as my shield!"

"If there are really any traps on your crystal armor and corpse, once it explodes, you will be the first to be affected!"

"Anyway, I have this set of super crystal armor defense with excellent performance. I have added several layers of super soft steel at the critical point, and a Nascent Soul Wanderer is used as a shield. Even if I really fall into the trap, I may not die."

"However, you may not be able to stand in front of me, lose your crystal armor and even *, and you are left with only one wandering soul, right?"

"Wait, stop!" The Nether Blade was so scared that the dead souls jumped around and yelled.

Li Yao ignored him completely, knelt on one knee, and flew back to his left arm with a dragon-bending feather knife. Hundreds of feathers poked out forward, forming three sharp claws.

Li Yao took a deep breath, raised his left arm high, and was about to penetrate the breastplate of the Netherworld Blade.
Chapter completed!