"Kill."
Holy Spirit Cult disciples rushed forward bravely.
The battle broke out at that moment.
Red Sun Army warriors collided with Holy Spirit Cult disciples, and the light of Soul Ring formed a chaotic sea of light in the night.
The sound of Soul Power's collision, the roar of Soul Skill's explosion, and the muffled groans of the injured all mixed together and echoed over the forest.
Wang Qiu'er rushed to the front.
Golden Dragon Spear is like a living thing in her hands. The tip of the spear picks, stabs, sweeps, and smashes, and every blow is filled with tremendous power.
A disciple of Holy Spirit Cult rushed towards her, but she sidestepped to avoid it. The dragon spear swept across the area, and the gun barrel hit the person's waist. The sound of broken bones could be heard clearly.
The man flew out, hit a tree, slid down, and made no sound.
She didn't pause, and the dragon spear turned around and stabbed, the tip of the spear came out from the chest of another Evil Soul Master, and the golden Soul Power directly shattered that person's heart.
Her gaze swept across the entire battlefield, and her peripheral vision was locked in the direction of Lin Yaoyang and Ice Empress. Titled Douluo was fighting over there, and she couldn't go there.
But she won't let go of any of these bastards here.
Lin Yaoyang Corona Sword lies in front of you.
Opposite him stood two Titled Douluo, Nether Thunder Douluo and Nether Douluo.
One is level ninety-two and the other is level ninety-three.
Nether Thunder Douluo slowly raised his hand, and a gray-black thunder exploded from his palm, twisting and spreading in the air, like a ghost claw extending from hell.
Nether Douluo did not speak. Nether Sword raised his sword and pointed at Lin Yaoyang.
Lin Yaoyang looked at the two attacks getting closer and closer.
"First Soul Skill, True Flame Burst."
Golden flames suddenly exploded with him as the center.
Ultimate Fire condensed into a shock wave and swept away in all directions.
Nether Thunder Douluo's gray-black thunder looked like paper in front of the golden flames, and collapsed at the first touch.
Nether Douluo's sword light was also dispersed, and the two of them were knocked back at the same time.
Nether Thunder Douluo's expression changed.
Although the blow just now was just a test, it was knocked back by a Soul Sage. This had never happened in his fighting career.
Don't be careless anymore!
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"
Nether Thunder Douluo's body was wrapped in black lightning.
His figure swelled dramatically, and dense black lines appeared on his skin.
His breath became violent, and black thunder surrounded him, making the surrounding air crackle.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Nether True Body!"
His whole body turned into a huge Nether Sword, with countless painful faces twisting and wailing on the sword.
The two waves of Titled Douluo-level pressure were superimposed, causing the ground to crack and gravel to fly.
The Red Sun Army warrior in the distance was choked by this breath.
Lin Yaoyang lifted Corona Sword, pointing the tip of the sword at the huge Nether Sword in the air.
The fifth Soul Ring lit up, and the blood-red circle of Hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring bloomed with dazzling red light.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Corona Judgment."
A sun appeared behind him.
A radiant sun.
It hung over the forest, turning night into day.
Corona Sword cut it off.
A penetrating Corona Ray shot out from the tip of the sword, trailing a long golden tail flame, like a giant sword of light falling from the sky.
Wherever the ray passed, the air was scorched and distorted, leaving a scorched black ravine on the ground.
Nether Thunder Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted.
He activated all the defenses on his body, Invincible Shield, Yin Nether Thunder Barrier, and a gray-black light enveloped his entire body.
Nether Douluo's Nether True Body trembled violently in the light of the falling sun, and the face on the sword let out a shrill wail, as if it felt the doomsday coming.
A burning, blinding light.
When the light dissipated, at the end of the burned path, Nether Thunder Douluo was lying in a piece of scorched earth. Most of the Soul Tool on his body had exploded, and his whole body was charred and motionless.
Nether Douluo was shaken out of Nether True Body, fell to the edge of the pit, vomited blood, struggled to stand up, and fell again.
Seeing the two men half-dead, Lin Yaoyang stepped forward and dealt a few blows.
On the other side of the battlefield, Feng Ling also released Evil Phoenix True Body.
Purple-black flames surged out of her body and condensed into a huge Black Phoenix behind her.
Ice Empress looked at that Black Phoenix, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"Turned into a bird?"
She raised her left hand, and the ice crystal patterns on her gauntlet lit up.
Ultimate Ice surged out from her palm, and the blue cold air rushed towards Black Phoenix like an ice dragon.
It turned out to be Ultimate Ice?!
Feng Ling's pupils suddenly contracted.
Her evil phoenix flame is powerless against Ultimate Ice.
Level 97 versus Level 98, Evil Fire versus Ultimate Ice, no matter from which dimension, she has no chance of winning.
She activated Defensive Soul Tool on her body and released the ninth Soul Skill at the same time.
"Ninth Soul Skill, Sun of the Evil Phoenix!"
The purple-black flames condensed into a huge fireball in front of her, like a black sun, blasting towards Ice Empress.
Ice Empress looked at the black sun, raised his left hand, and made a fist.
"Ice Explosion Technique."
The moment he clenched his fist, cracks appeared inside the black sun.
Ultimate Ice's cold air invaded Feng Ling's Sun of the Evil Phoenix and exploded at the core.
Purple-black flames scattered in all directions, turning into sparks all over the sky.
Feng Ling was blown away by the shock wave, turned somersaults in the air, hit a big tree, and slid down.
Her Evil Phoenix True Body collapsed at that moment.
Ice Empress fell in front of her and looked at her condescendingly.
"Is there anything else you can do?"
Feng Ling said nothing.
She looked at Ice Empress, shock and unwillingness intertwined in her eyes.
She is a dignified level ninety-seven Super Douluo, with two Titled Douluo, hundreds of elite disciples, and a full set of high-level soul guidance equipment.
She thought it was a crushing round, but she didn't expect that she would be crushed!
Feng Ling tried to stand up, but as soon as he propped himself up, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The cold air exploded inside her body, and her meridians were in a mess.
Ice Empress saw this, raised his hand, and lightly snapped his fingers.
Feng Ling An ice pick suddenly protruded from the ground beneath her and penetrated her chest.
"Poof!"
Another mouthful of old blood spurted out.
Feng Ling's vision went dark, and he was completely coaxed to sleep by Ice Empress.
Ice Empress clapped his hands, turned around and walked to Lin Yaoyang.
"Are you done fighting here?"
Lin Yaoyang pulled out the Corona Sword plugged into the ground and shook off the dust on it.
"It's over."
The two of them looked at the sky at the same time.
Two black airships were hanging over the forest. The hatches in the belly of the boats had been closed and they were turning around.
The disciple Holy Spirit Cult on the airship saw something was wrong and wanted to run away.
Lin Yaoyang and Ice Empress looked at each other.
"Are you right or wrong?"
"Okay."
Two streams of light rose into the sky.
Lin Yaoyang landed in front of the hatch of the airship on the left.
Corona Sword slashed out, and the golden sword light split the hatch in half.
He walked in and saw a dozen Holy Spirit Cult disciples running towards the cockpit in a panic.
"What are you running for?"
He lifted Corona Sword.
The battle took place in a narrow passage, and Holy Spirit Cult disciples had no power to fight back.
Golden flames spread in the passage, swallowing up all evil auras.
In less than a cup of tea, there was only ashes left in the passage.
Lin Yaoyang walks into the cockpit.
On the console, various buttons and levers are densely arranged, and the red indicator lights are flashing.
He stood in front of the console, looking at the complicated operation panels, and was silent for a moment.
Fortunately, he had learned some Soul Tool theory before. Although he was not proficient in it, he knew some basic implementation principles.
He reached out and pulled a lever.
The airship shook violently and its descent slowed down a bit.
He pressed a few more buttons, adjusted the direction, and then controlled the airship to begin its slow descent.