Chapter 569 (2/2)

Taoli Fanghua, the fifth soul skill of Wang Jian.

With the continuous growth of Wang Jian, the fifth soul skill seems to have grown to an unimaginable level, which is comparable to the power of the ninth soul skill level.

Originally, his fifth soul skill had only two characteristics: one was to absorb the soul power of the soul masters in the coverage area, and the other was the sharpness like a blade. Each petal was like a thin blade, which could easily cut the skin of the human body.

Up to now, this soul skill seems to have more characteristics similar to armor breaking, which can penetrate the soul shield.

In the flower tornado, the remaining soul fighters are stiff and suddenly feel unimaginable despair.

Some people look at the sky in despair, but their faces are slightly stunned, and then show the color of ecstasy.

”Heaven! There is a flaw

The swirling flower tornado looks like a cliff, but there is a small gap in the center, where it is not covered by terrible petals.

Whew!

In a twinkling, the soul fighters of the martial spirit hall jumped up one after another.

But just when they were about to break through, Wang Jian's figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

There was a pair of cold eyes on the indifferent face. Wang Jian looked at them but said nothing.

There is an illusory figure behind him, which makes it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

Her body is golden, and her appearance is very soft and beautiful. From a distance, she looks like a holy goddess.

However, with her hands gently pushed down, there was a terrible wind from the sky.

Whoo!

The terrible force directly blew them down, and the terrible wind seemed to be no weaker than the petals around them, which cut them in pain.

Upon landing, the soul fighters in the martial spirit hall were in despair.

Some people looked up at Wang Jian and swore, some tried to break through the hualongjuan, but they were hanged into a blood fog, some continued to charge into the sky, others tried to attack Wang Jian.

In Wang Jian's indifferent eyes, the flower tornado began to close gradually.

The fury of incompetence and the howl of despair are mixed together, and the deep despair makes countless soul masters around to hear this voice cold.

Hoo

The wind is howling fiercely, and the title Douluo who had retreated from the martial spirit hall also rushed up. The whole seven Title Douluo are awe inspiring and stare at Wang Jian.

But the two sides are far apart.

Wang Jian looked at them indifferently, but his palm was slowly clenched.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

A low sound of human body fragmentation constantly rings up, with each sound, the swirling flower tornado seems to be more bright red.

”Dare you

Douluo, the title of Wuhun hall, looked at the scene and his eyes were ready to crack, but Wang Jian's face didn't show any waves.

Wind disappears, clouds disperse, flowers fall

The petals stained with bright red blood spread all over the earth, and the whole earth is inlaid with pink petals with spots of red halo.

This scene, it seems particularly sad.

”Poof!”

Among the seven Title touluo who rushed to Wang Jian, a blush suddenly rose on one's face, spurting out a big mouthful of blood.

”The shaft!”

He looked at Wang Jian angrily and yelled.