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Volume 1 Xuanyang Sect Chapter 101 Rushing onto the field

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    The three flying knives that were fired at him turned around when they were less than a foot away from the girl, and shot towards He Xingzhi rapidly.  Everyone under the ring was stunned by this strange situation.  Ancestor Xuanyang was well-informed, so he recognized him at a glance. He suddenly stood up and exclaimed: "Shen Nian Master!"  Warriors are much more powerful. They can release their spiritual thoughts and use them to control things from a distance and attack.  The strength of spiritual masters cannot be divided by the level of normal warriors. Their strength does not come from their cultivation, but from their mutated souls.  Spirits control items to attack, with unpredictable directions and tricky angles. Their attack range is in all directions. You don't know which side their attacks will suddenly appear. Moreover, their attack speed is unparalleled, making it impossible to guard against them.  A spiritual master whose strength is only that of an acquired-tian warrior can release his soul and instantly defeat an innate-realm warrior. Such a thing is no joke at all!  Therefore, the attack power of the spiritual master cannot be measured according to the ordinary warrior level.  However, the number of spiritual masters is very rare, and among a hundred thousand warriors, it may be difficult to find a person with a mutated soul.  And the girl in front of him turned out to be a mysterious and powerful telepathic master. Fortunately, it was Patriarch Xuanyang, an old ghost who had lived for nearly three hundred years. He couldn't help but lost his composure and screamed in surprise.  Although Patriarch Xuanyang¡¯s voice was small, it was still heard by many people in the quiet square.  "What a spiritual master?" "Is this girl a spiritual master?" "A person with a powerful spiritual soul in the legend?" "How is it possible" "" There was a lot of discussion under the ring.  Many people know that there are spiritual masters, but that is all knowledge obtained from books. They are ordinary characters in legends. In the entire Xuanyang Sect, even the ancestor of Xuanyang has never really seen a spiritual master.  .  But the girl in front of you can control the flying knife without taking any action. This is completely consistent with the spiritual master introduced in the book. How can everyone not be surprised?  In the stands, Yang Tiangang had a proud smile on his lips. He seemed happy to see the surprised faces around him.  The screams around the ring were getting louder and louder, but He Xingzhi, who was locked in a hard fight on the ring, had no time to care.  The three flying knives that flew back were faster than when they were thrown out.  Like lightning, the finished glyphs shot out.  When He Xingzhi heard his ancestor calling out the spiritual master, he knew something was wrong and it was beyond his expectation.  At this moment, there was no time to think too much. Three flying knives were approaching, and he had to quickly retreat and dodge. The long sword in his hand suddenly turned around and shed a piece of white light.  "Zheng!" "Zheng!" "Zheng!" The three flying knives that flew inward were shot away.  He Xingzhi's eyes narrowed, and after swatting three flying knives away, he stepped out again, his body swept quickly, and he rushed towards Yang Anyun.  The opponent is a telepathic master, and close combat is her weak point. As long as you can get close to her, you can have a chance of winning. If the opponent pulls away from her, you will only get beaten.  "Moreover, the flying knife can no longer be used, otherwise it will just become the opponent's weapon. The only thing that can be used now is the long sword in his hand.  "We must fight quickly. The longer we delay, the worse it will be for ourselves." He Xingzhi thought to himself, his speed reached its limit. The distance between him and Yang Anyun was only about three feet, and he came to the latter in a few steps.  Without thinking, he stabbed the opponent's throat with the long sword in his hand.  And at this moment, a strong wind sounded behind his head, and three sharp weapons were shot at a faster speed.  He Xingzhi knew without guessing that the three flying knives flying behind his head were the three flying knives that he had just knocked away.  But at this moment, the speed of these three flying knives is faster. If you don't dodge, your sword may not have pierced the opponent's body. I'm afraid these three flying knives have already pierced the back of your head.  Gritting his teeth fiercely, He Xingzhi turned to one side and dodged to the side. The long sword turned and pointed towards the three flying swords one after another.  "Ding!" "Ding!" "Ding!" The three flying knives were once again shot away.  But during this slight hesitation, Yang Anyun stepped sideways, swept back, and retreated.  , She stepped back and waved her hands.  On the palm of the hand, a large handful of silver-white cow hair needles appeared.  There are hundreds or even thousands of these tiny needles.  A charming smile appeared at the corner of Yang Anyun's mouth, and she yelled: "Go!" The silver needle spilled from his hand suddenly turned into raindrops flying in the sky, and quickly rolled towards He Xingzhi.  "This girl's soul is not weak, she can actually control so many fine needles at once"?" Under the ring, Lu Shaoyu was amazed in his heart. The fine needles shot out, like bees coming out of the nest, making a sharp sting of "sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss."  Quick, there is no time to dodge at this time. "Whoosh!"  Whoosh!  " He Xingzhi said nothing, and the sword light flickered, and a heavy sword light surged out like a wave, forming a sword cocoon made of sword light outside his body, protecting his body from the wind and rain. "Ding ding ding ding  "Ding, ding" The silver needle hit the sword light and was immediately bounced away by the sword light, causing fine needles to fly all over the sky. But the next moment, the silver needles that splashed away once again rose up under the control of the girl's soul, and continued  It turned into tiny white lights and rushed towards the cocoon of sword light. "Ding, ding, ding, ding" The sound of stabs was heard endlessly. The thin needles quickly rotated around He Xingzhi, impacted, bounced, landed and then flew up again.  , rotation, impact, bounce, landing It's like a continuous cycle! The silver needle attacks from all directions, He Xingzhi can only defend and cannot move at all. "We are going to lose."  " Lu Shaoyu sighed. The girl's soul is powerful and can control long-range attacks with thin needles. He Xingzhi now has a problem even with defense, let alone attack. It is impossible to maintain this for a long time. Sure enough, after another moment, he quickly rotated and swung his sword.  He Xingzhi was finally penetrated by the sword light shield and pierced his arm. He let out a slight cry and was injured, and his speed slowed down a little in this brief moment.  A dozen silver needles penetrated the sword light layer and were nailed to He Xingzhi's right arm. "Ah~" A dozen fine needles penetrated into the arm and penetrated into the bones. He Xingzhi screamed and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.  The sword light surrounding his body disappeared immediately, and countless thin needles flew in! Puff, puff, puff Thick needles as dense as raindrops penetrated He Xingzhi's body, and blood flew everywhere in just a few seconds.  Yan Ran became a bloody man. ¡°Master!  !  !  " At the edge of the ring, Lu Yuan saw his master being stabbed into a bloody man by countless fine needles. His expression changed and he immediately lost control. After exclaiming, he suddenly jumped onto the ring several feet high and rushed towards Yang Anyun.  . . . (Thanks to Lianyu Xinlan for the reward. There are a few recommendation votes. If you think it¡¯s okay, please vote with your fingers. Thank you!! =^__^=)
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