Chapter 1960 (1/2)

”Well?”

The master of the soul hall was surprised.

Looking at the attack of a sword, subconsciously will ignore it, a palm shot.

After all, in front of him is just a young man who has not even entered the legend.

Not to mention a unique, even the legendary veteran warrior, but also invincible to his mind.

However, when the sword was really pressed, the head of the soul hall suddenly changed his face.

The soul power in his hand was suddenly shattered by the sword.

If he hadn't been quick to respond and stop his hand in a hurry, I'm afraid his hand would have been pierced by now.

At the same time, the sword, not retreating, came straight.

That sword, no edge, no intention, no potential.

But he directly ignored his soul power.

With his whole body's soul power, I'm afraid it's the level of elder Jiang Yue that he can't shake.

But now, the young man in front of him came with his sword and bullied him. He even came a few steps ahead of him.

Today's situation, it seems more like the young man in front of him, who has to deal with the head of the soul hall. '

”hum.” The general hall master of the soul hall snorted coldly and stepped back three steps.

The master of the soul hall is ultimately the master of the soul hall. He is the legend of the day, the first soul master in the middle region, and a number of strong men in the world.

All means are not light.

He retreated three steps, just out of the scope of the sword.

And every step back, his soul power will break out once.

Three steps down, the whole body soul strength, has reached the sky.

Soul power, self attack, attack Xiao Yi.

The soul is invisible.

However, under the absolute control of the master of the soul hall, it seems like a hand with only shape.

It seems as light as air, but in fact, every trace is enough to crush the towering mountains and burst through the sky and earth.

The head of the soul hall doesn't even have to move.

If you think about it, you can do your best.

This is the horror of the soul master.

The hand with only shape seems weak, but her intuition tells Xiao Yi that each one is extremely dangerous.

Each one is enough to kill an old legendary strong man on the spot.

But at the same time, intuition also tells Xiao Yi that he is not afraid of the sword in his hand.

Xiao Yi holds up the sword with one hand. There is no front on the sword, but the shadow of the sword is like dancing.

The shadow of the sword will defend the surrounding area tightly.

Although it is a sword of defense.

But at the same time, it is also a sword of attack.

The shadow of the sword is dancing, and it is approaching the master of the soul hall step by step.

When the sword edge passes by, the invisible hand is broken by a sword even before it gets close to Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi's sword becomes irresistible.

But his steps were not measured.

The reason is simple.

Even though the sword in his hand had great soul power, the soul power of the master of the soul hall still broke out continuously.

Every time Xiao Yi breaks an invisible hand, it is a cohesion in an instant.

The two sides were in a standoff.

However, this alone is enough to make Xiaoyi proud.

The master of the soul hall was forced to do nothing for him.

”I have some skills.” The head of the soul hall narrowed his eyes.

In the eyes, in addition to surprise, but also colder.

The sword of killing God can't be lost. It can only be returned to the soul hall.

Whoa

Suddenly, the wind howled.

The wind, strange and unpredictable.

The wind, invisible, with the ultimate penetration.

Obviously, that's also soul power.

Also did not see the soul hall general hall master to have half minute movement.

But around 100 meters, it seems to be a place of strong wind.

In the wind, the invisible hand is still dancing.

Xiao Yi still blocks the sword one by one.

A strong wind, turned into a blade of wind, as if ignoring the space was attacked.

On one side of Xiaoyi's sword body, the sword without a sharp edge can withstand the wind.

Wind, as thin as cicada wings.

The sword, as on the edge of a cicada's wing, cleaves precisely.

The blade of the wind disappears in a moment.

The wind, more violent, more rampant.

The wind howls and the invisible hand dances.

But inside, Xiao Yi's figure becomes more and more mysterious.

One person, one sword; hard to shake the boundless wind, countless invisible hands.

The body of the sword can resist the wind accurately or go down through the air.

Around, but is the soul of the continuous dissipation.

The head of the soul hall, his brows gradually wrinkled up, and, more and more, wrinkled tightly.

Xiao Yi, on the other hand, is more and more brave in the war. The sword is more and more powerful in his hands.