War God Asura

"This is~"

When the dust dissipated, Xing Jue was surprised to find that what fell under it was the soul power of the first generation of Lord Pavilion Master.

It's just that the breath of the soul power at this moment has been weakened a lot, even the soul form has been faded a lot, the original dark blue body has turned light blue at this moment, and it is almost transparent.

"Hmph, just a trace of soul power, how could it be the opponent of the old man"

And at this moment, an old man's mocking voice suddenly sounded in the sky, and Xing Jue was surprised to find that it was actually the Nangong elder who was in the ancient ruins last time.

"boom"

But as soon as his voice fell, he saw the soul body shape stretched, turning into a light blue streamline and rushing towards the elder.

At this moment, the body of the soul power actually began to emit bursts of white gas, rising slowly like a burning flame, and its power continued to soar at this moment.

"Humph"

However, for the desperate counterattack of the soul body, the elder snorted coldly. There was no trace of fear on the old face. He saw his right fist suddenly protruded, and an extremely powerful dark red force was his own fist. The violent rushed out, and finally blasted away at that trace of soul power.

"~Bang~"

The two are opposite, a powerful ripple of energy spreads from the sky instantly, and the dark red gas and the light blue gas are intertwined, which is very gorgeous.

"Oops"

But looking at the gorgeous energy ripples, Xing Jue frowned, because he could feel that the soul power of the first generation of Lord Pavilion Master had completely dissipated at this moment.

In this way, there are only eight strong kings left in Yufeng Pavilion, and at this moment, all the eight strong kings are firmly restrained by the strong ones of the Nangong family.

In this case, no matter which battle circle the elder of the Nangong family joins, it will form an overwhelming trend, and the next situation is really a bit bad.

Sure enough, just like Xingjue's conjecture, when the energy ripples dissipated, the soul power of the first-generation pavilion master had disappeared.

At this moment, the elder of the Nangong family was looking at Xing Jue and Li Xiaohan with that indifferent gaze, and there was a sullen smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Xiaohan, hurry up"

Upon seeing this, Xing Jue stood up suddenly and stood in front of Li Xiaohan, because he could feel that the elder seemed to be ready to attack him and Li Xiaohan.

"Hahahaha, go?"

"Did you leave?"

After hearing Xing Jue's words, the old man suddenly laughed wildly, and then suddenly grabbed the two of Xing Jue with his palm. Xing Jue felt the force of the surrounding space squeezed rapidly, and finally even crushed him. Was restricted by his actions, and Li Xiaohan did the same.

"hateful"

Feeling the body that could no longer move at this moment, Xing Jue became even more impatient. In this state, he had become a fish on the chopping board and was at the mercy of others.