Martial World's
Ch 237 - Soul Power Genius
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Lin Ming stood in front of Qin Xingxuan, then slowly placed the bowl in his hand. “I just heard a moment ago that you want to sweep 36 countries. I'm looking forward to that. Since I'm standing here, why don't you try to sweep me. ”
“Haha, this stupid boy really thinks he's something. Brother, let's fulfill his wish and sweep this foolish brat away like trash. "The one speaking was a black-clothed martial artist. He didn't think he could win by himself, but with everyone together, he didn't believe that they wouldn't be able to handle such a child.
With a shout from the black-clothed man, the four men rushed out together. Lin Ming stood still in his place. Not only did he not dodge, but he even closed his eyes.
The black-clothed martial artist did not know what Lin Ming was trying to do, but seeing his sword about to fall onto Lin Ming's face, the corners of his lips curved in a demonic grin. "Today I will make you suffer!"
As their attacks were about to descend, Lin Ming suddenly opened his eyes, his vision sweeping out.
The black vortex bloomed like a beautiful obsidian lotus, devouring everything that came after it. Samsara martial intent erupted outwards, and at this moment, countless illusions poured into the minds of the four martial artists. Their bodies instantly trembled, as the huge turbulent waves shook their spiritual sea, their consciousness became a complete mess. Their hands no longer moved. Instead, the eyes of martial artists became teary with a dark glistening light, their disciples losing focus.
Plash plash plash plash plash!
The four martial artists fell to the ground like a bunch of dead dogs, foaming at the mouth. Their bodies trembled as if they were suffering from epileptic seizures.
Ouyang Ziyun looked at them in confusion. They had all been crushed with a single look? What has he done?
Ouyang Ziyun subconsciously tightened the grip on his sword as he looked at Lin Ming with a hint of fear creeping into his eyes.
Those in the hall who had been enjoying the fight also instantly noticed Lin Ming. Where did this boy come from? Although the strength of the four martial artists was not much, they were still peak Bone Forging martial artists; why did they all fall to the ground?
“Various things become a little interesting. ”A young man with an early Pulse Condensation cultivation commented while sipping his wine casually. His eyes were filled with curiosity as he looked at Lin Ming. It was unimaginable for someone with this power to come from 36 countries.
Against these four martial artists, Lin Ming had already stayed his hand. He obviously could not turn them into idiots. But this is pretty good too. Their spiritual sea has been injured and they will need at least a few weeks – if not a month – to recover.
Ouyang Ziyun's skin color was extremely ugly, as if he had just kicked at an iron door. But he couldn't back down. There were many people watching him in the Desert Flower Hall, who knew how many of them were disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys? If he was frightened today, then these people would definitely publicize how he was like a turtle once they returned to their respective factions. In the Seven Factions, each disciple was competing against each other. The Acacia Faction quietly allowed his students to act domineeringly and arrogantly wherever they went. So if one were to become a coward, it would be truly embarrassing.
Ouyang Ziyun steeled himself and said, “Nak, don't play such a little trick in front of me! What did you use earlier was a soul attack? If you are skilled in this method of attack and the difference in strength is not too great, then you can directly send someone over, But, if you meet someone stronger than yourself, you can immediately send someone over, then your ability means nothing. In fact, your power will only backfire on you. All of this does not show how strong you are. ”
After all, Ouyang Ziyun was from a big sect, and he had enough knowledge. In just a few words he was fortunate to be able to guess about Lin Ming Samsara's martial intent, however, the effect of the Samsara's martial intent was much more formidable than Ouyang Ziyun had imagined, however, the effect of the Samsara's martial intent was much more formidable than Ouyang Ziyun had imagined, it was just that Lin Ming had not been able to fully develop them.
“If you can accept my attack, then I sincerely admit defeat. ”
As Ouyang Ziyun said this, his entire body lit up with a strange purple flame burning around him. The strange thing about this was not that the fire was not hot, but that it caused a gentle breeze to blow through the room. After this cold wind touched the table and the floor behind him, a layer of purple ice froze over them. After a certain period of time, this furniture wrapped in purple ice turned into ashes, as if the ice had hot flames wrapped within it.
This was a technique that Ouyang Ziyun understood after reaching the fourth layer of 'Divine Acacia Power' – Purple Flame Bone Lance. To use it required extreme consumption of true essence. He had originally planned to use it as the final step in the Total Martial Meeting Faction, but at this moment, he had no choice but to take it out.
Lin Ming stood still and crossed his arms on his back. Against someone like Ouyang Ziyun, there was no point in moving.
In a few breaths of time, the brilliantly glowing purple flames began to condense into a purple spear in Ouyang Ziyun's right hand. The sound of crying ghosts started to come out from the spear.
Ouyang Ziyun's face turned pale and diminished. All the skills in 'Divine Acacia Power' were extreme Yin and extreme cold. Using any move required a huge consumption of essence and blood, which was why they would take a female Yin Yuan to recuperate.
For Ouyang Ziyun to produce this purple bone spear was already his limit. He was like a skinny old man who was trying to hold a sledgehammer weighing several dozen; he could barely control it.
"Dead!" Ouyang Ziyun barely managed to utter this word. The endless purple flames on the purple bone spear in his hand trembled; it would be extremely difficult to dispose of it at this moment.
Lin Ming shook his head and said, "Are you done? I've been waiting for you for a long time until my food gets cold. Do you think you can actually kill someone using a move like this? You have been done by your enemies for a long time. ”
"You …!" Ouyang Ziyun was provoked by the mocking words of Lin Ming and almost lost control of the bone spear in his hand. This move was not ready to be used in actual combat, as Ouyang Ziyun had just broken through to the fourth layer of 'Divine Acacia Power', and it was difficult for him to control the Purple Flame Bone Lance. If an old man used a sledgehammer to fight his enemy, it would take him a while to pick it up. Not only that, but he would most likely miss out, and if things went badly, he might even twist his waist and crush his own legs.
"You ... dare not take my step !?" Ouyang Ziyun tried to push Lin Ming, barely managing to squeeze these words through his gritted teeth. His face became increasingly pale, and even speaking became difficult.
Lin Ming laughed as if he heard the funniest joke. "Why do I want to take your action?"
Lin Ming's voice had just fallen when a black light flashed across his eyes. A vortex of shadow appeared in his eyes, quietly enveloping Ouyang Ziyun and swallowing him whole.
Bang out!
Ouyang Ziyun felt as if an explosion had instantly occurred inside his head. Countless images and ghosts drowned into his spiritual sea. He was already close to the limit of his strength, so he did not even have the strength to resist. His body did not tremble, he just directly fell to the floor. But, the Purple Flame Bone Lance in his hand had lost control of Ouyang Ziyun's soul force, and disappeared.
The bone spear turned into a cloud of cold purple flames that scattered in all directions.
If this cold fire erupted, they would be able to exterminate the entire restaurant. As for Ouyang Ziyun who had lost consciousness, he would meet with a great calamity.
But at this moment, a black-clothed man flew up from the second floor and waved his hand. A strong whirlwind appeared in the air and sucked all the purple flames into his hands, condensing into a dark purple ball. The black-clothed man casually swung his hand and a dark purple ball shot out like an arrow, smashing the window, and continued flying into the horizon before finally disappearing from everyone's sight.
Lin Ming had already found this black-clothed man at the start of the conflict when he appeared on the second floor. Lin Ming suspected that he was a master working for the Desert Flower Hall. This restaurant was extremely large and was located in a sensitive location, how could there not be a guard master sitting here?
The audience did not even expect such a result. They had been waiting to see how Lin Ming would deal with the Purple Flame Bone Lance; no one knew he had found the man dressed in black. After Ouyang Ziyun lost control of the bone spear, if not for the black-clothed man saving the day, Ouyang Ziyun would have been burnt black by the purple flames himself.
The black-clothed man furrowed his brows as he looked at Lin Ming. This man's cultivation was at peak Houtian realm, he wasn't much worse than that of Qin Ziya.
“Nak, you're pretty ruthless. If I don't take timely action, then you will never leave the Desert Flower Hall today.
Lin Ming apologized smiling and saying, "Senior has long been ready to take action. It is impossible for Senior to let an important disciple of the Acacia Faction die in the Desert Flower Hall, otherwise the Desert Flower Hall will be my problem.
The black man dressed stiffly, could not think of anything that could refute Lin Ming's claims. He only coldly snorted to express his dissatisfaction. This boy is really angry – how can he be sure that he will take action? He could not believe that Lin Ming knew he was going to come out once the purple flames started to overflow to save the situation.
“If this kid can find me, he has some ability. His soul power must be very strong. He might have been born with a superior fifth grade soul talent, or even a lower sixth grade. "The black-clothed male cultivator was at the peak of the Houtian realm. Although he had yet to reach the realm to return to his origin, he still knew some way to hide himself. He had held his breath a moment ago in order not to be discovered by Lin Ming.
The black-clothed man sent a long glance towards Lin Ming before turning around to leave.
At this moment, Ouyang Ziyun's companions had already begun to wake up. They saw Ouyang Ziyun lying like a dead dog on the floor, and they shrank back. Suppressing their headaches, they took Ouyang Ziyun and hurriedly left, not daring to look Lin Ming in the eyes.
The surrounding martial artists had all turned their eyes on Lin Ming, their expressions different.
“A martial artist skilled in soul force is extremely rare. I never thought that 36 countries could produce one with a hefty talent. ”
The martial artist who spoke was at the Pulse Condensation period and had pride in his knowledge. The soul attack used on Ouyang Ziyun could instantly defeat a lower opponent, but against someone with exceeding strength, hurriedly using such an ability would only cause a counterattack.
"Don't look down on him. He was able to take down four Bone Forging martial artists simultaneously. The strength of his soul force was amazing, he probably had a sixth grade soul talent. I think even an early Pulse Condensation martial artist might not be his opponent. ”
"Md. But like this, the most he could achieve was the top 150 rankings. And before that, they were mostly early Pulse Condensation period martial artists, and they were also talented martial artists whose strength exceeded their cultivation. ”
The martial artists in the Desert Flower Hall discussed this situation with a true essence sound transmission. Some of them had already started to take note of Lin Ming's appearance and were preparing to inform their families or sects.
At this moment, in the private room on the second floor of the Desert Flower Hall, a man dressed in black calmly drank a cup of wine. There was no expression on his face, as if the fierce commotion that had occurred downstairs a moment ago was completely separated from him.
“This boy is rather interesting. ”
In front of the black-clothed man was a purple-clothed man, whose cultivation was in the middle Pulse Condensation period. He carried a four-foot long sword on his back. There were many swordsmen that even if they had spatial rings, would prefer to carry their swords on their backs to increase the connection between them and their swords.
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