The wind blade enveloped the hurricane formation that was flying all over the sky, and a dark needle appeared suddenly, piercing through the bondage of countless strong winds, and shot straight towards the illusory body of the king formation in the gap.

As soon as the needle appeared, Wang Cheng couldn't help but change color in horror. The needle's light shot was extremely fast, almost exceeding the speed of light, and it was too late to avoid it. In a hurry, Wang Cheng could only gather the wind blades closest to him in the formation world, forming hundreds of blue-gray barriers.

In a hurry, the Qingfeng barrier condensed into a hurried place almost exhausted all the soul power of the king formation. His illusory image, while maintaining the hurricane formation, became briefly discussed again.

Like smoke, the soul body faintly dissipated. Even so, Wang Zhen still maintained the operation of the formation with all his strength. When the needle light shot, Wang Zhen was furious. As a senior man who had lived for hundreds of years, Wang Zhen, who had studied the power of souls very thoroughly, knew that the needle light thrown out by the scholar was not an ordinary thing.

Soul-killing Needle. Low-level Earth Martial Saint is familiar with the most useless Earth Martial Saint in the low-level. This needle will not cause any damage to anyone's body or even internal energy. Even if an ordinary person is hit by this needle, it will be safe and sound. However, since this needle is called the Earth Martial Saint, there is not no reason. The only function of this needle is to cause great damage to the soul body. The needle in front of him was even used by a scholar who had cultivated the true soul power, and its power was even more amazing.

Wang Zhen knew that he could not completely resist the attack of the soul-killing needle. In a hurry, it condensed into a green wind barrier and could only slightly reduce the speed of the needle. At the same time, Wang Zhen, who had always maintained the demeanor of his senior, no longer disappointed his calm appearance before. He was furious and no longer held back. As his hands danced, a powerful soul power rose out under the blessing of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

With the full force of the king formation, the hurricane formation suddenly shrank ten times, and the formation covered by wind and sand instantly turned into a powerful tornado. In the eyes of outsiders, this tornado is very different from the tornado formed in nature. Under the blue-gray wind swept, countless sword-like energy formed on the outer layer of the wind, as if the heaven and earth were filled with thousands of sharp blades, full of rising killing.

While everyone was shocked, in the formation world, the scholar and Haoming were already tightly surrounded by thousands of sharp blades. They were as powerful as the two martial saints, and they could not avoid the fine and rain-like attack of the blade.

Blood scattered in the sky with the wind blade's cut. If the two of them had not had strong internal energy protection, they would have been divided into thousands of sections by the thousands of wind blades. Even so, the two were exhausted and overwhelmed.

The scholar felt the approaching of death for the first time, and the fear that penetrated into the soul made the strong man who had never suffered a hardship break up. In a hurry to resist, the scholar suddenly saw Haoming who was tired of resisting. Then he realized that although the latter was not as strong as his own, it was easier than him with the Canglong Sword in his hand.

Seeing this, the scholar's eyes turned and rushed to Haoming's side with a whoosh. The powerful palm force emptied out, breaking away several sharp blades that were attacking again. The scholar said, "Haoming, you and I will work together to resist."

When he heard about Fang, Haoming also understood that the scholar wanted to use his Canglong Sword to resist the wind blade. He did not dare to violate the order and secretly said contemptuously. The powerful internal energy surged out again, and this time Haoming had all his strength.

The two great martial saints have all their strength in hell, but they end up like a stray dog. They may laugh at people's teeth if they say it out. However, the scholars and Haoming now have no time to pay attention to their own face. If they can survive in this formation, it would be a blessing in disgrace.

There were more and more wind blades, and the subsequent attack became more and more fierce. There were even a few times when the wind blades narrowly passed through the key points of the two, almost taking their lives. Anxious, Haoming resisted countless wind blades, but on the other hand, he asked anxiously: "Sir Xing Envoy, this is not a solution."

Hearing this, the scholar flew his palms constantly, but his eyes were looking at the black light that was shooting out from the opposite side, and said coldly: "What's the hurry? He won't let us live, and we won't let him live."

The scholar said, with a shocking murderous intent in his eyes. It was a hatred gaze, as unstoppable as a natural enemy of a wild beast. Haoming beside him looked at it and shivered involuntarily.

Following the scholar's gaze, Haoming's eyes also became fierce and fierce. The Canglong Sword in his hand waved again, and waves of impelling sword aura immediately spread across the formation, doubled the protective cover that wrapped the two people at most.

However, such a strong effort made the two of them have little effect. Seeing the countless wind blades shooting densely, slashing onto the protective cover, making a burst of jingling sounds, their minds were tense to the extreme, and the loss of internal energy was beyond their expectations. If this situation continued, they would never see the sun tomorrow without a stick of incense.

An anxious expression was little by little on the faces of the two people, and the most anxious one was undoubtedly the scholar. His palms flew and danced, and bursts of energy came out of his body, breaking waves of wind blades after wave. At such a critical moment, his eyes kept floating towards the direction of the Wang Dynasty.

The black light was sharp and extremely fast. Even the sound of breaking through the air was inaudible. Finally, he came to the layers of blue-gray barriers in front of Wang Formation. Sharp and powerful spiritual energy, the soul-killing needle broke through the layers of protective arrays that were blocking the body of Wang Formation, and finally passed through all the barriers as he wished.

Seeing this, Wang Zhen's brows, which had been frowning, blue veins appeared on the top of his head. His empty hands suddenly raised, urging the proud and powerful soul power to squeeze the sudden shooting soul-killing needle firmly in the air. Only then did he see clearly the true appearance of the soul-killing needle.

It was a very small black needle, its thickness was incomparable to the bull's light. As soon as the soul-killing needle arrived, it did not fall down under gravity when it stopped. Instead, it kept spinning, as if it was about to break through the soul power of the king formation to destroy it. Under the spiral of the strong wind, the soul-killing needle pierced the unparalleled soul power like a drill bit. At the same time, bursts of strong black air were emitted from the needle body.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and Haoming and the scholar's movements gradually slowed down. Of course, they were not afraid that the wind blade would draw them into several segments, but because the wind blade in the hurricane formation suddenly decreased with the full force of the king formation sealing needle, and its power was even weaker.

Seeing this, the two couldn't help but look happy. The scholar knew that his plan had been successful. Now the Wang Formation has no ability to control the formation world at all. All his soul power has been used on the Soul-Slaying Needle. Now he only needs to protect himself well and wait for the Wang Formation to be penetrated by the Soul-Slaying Needle and his soul to be destroyed, and he can perfectly complete today's mission.

Just as the scholar thought, Wang Zhen was indeed overwhelmed and was unable to seal the soul-killing needle in the end and was stabbed hard by him.

The Soul-Slaying Needle penetrated the illusory body, and Wang Zhen only felt that his soul power was suddenly sucked in by the Soul-Slaying Needle, and most of his soul power was suddenly lost.

Without any surprise, Wang Zhen had known for a long time that the ending of this soul-killing needle must be like this. With a smile, Wang Zhen let go of his hands and glanced at Mo Ran, who was still refining the Nine Nether Divine Fire, and couldn't help but show a look of reluctance.

"Boy, this is the last time I have helped you. I hope you can reach a day that will make everyone amazed." The faint mosquito whispered from Wang Zhen's mouth, filled with reluctance and care for Mo Ran.

"Bye now."

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