6kv Chapter 516 Derivatives
Chapter 516 Derivatives
The power of the soul is the power derived from mental power. The stronger the soul, the more powerful its attack will be. Han Yang's soul attack is extremely powerful, even comparable to the soul power of a strong person in the sixth level of gods and demons. For example, The ordinary gods and demons who reach the fifth level and reach the peak level cannot resist it at all.
A trace of solemnity appeared between Shen Xuan's brows, and he stretched out his palm, and a black flame suddenly surged out, turning into a fire snake and wrapping around the Soul Sword. In an instant, it wrapped the Soul Sword, and the fire snake roared. , struggled violently.
A trace of astonishment suddenly appeared on Han Yang's face. The power of the flames was beyond his imagination, and his soul power was quickly burned. He hurriedly mobilized his divine power to protect his soul, trying to get rid of the entanglement of the flames.
However, what horrified Han Yang was that the flame followed his soul sword like a maggot attached to the bone. Once it was contaminated, the severity of the damage to the soul would affect the physical body, greatly reducing his combat effectiveness.
There was a trace of despair in Han Yang's eyes. How could this happen? His soul sword could not do anything to this person. Moreover, the injury to the soul has a great impact on the warrior. Once it affects the future breakthrough realm or the understanding of martial arts and martial arts, it will have a huge impact. The hidden danger is that this person obviously only has the cultivation level of the third level of gods and demons, so why does he have a soul comparable to that of a powerful person of the fifth level of gods and demons?
"Who is this guy? Could it be that some hidden ancient family was born?" Han Yang was thinking crazily in his mind, but he couldn't think of an answer at all, because he had never seen such a young man with so much strength. Genius of the soul.
If this boy does not die, he is destined to become a top powerhouse in the future.
"Your Excellency, you and I should each take a step back. I'll just pretend that I didn't see this. From now on, how about we don't offend each other?" Han Yang took a deep breath, suppressed the resentment in his heart, lowered his head and said in a deep voice, he didn't want to provoke anyone. He had no confidence that he could defeat this evil star.
"Well water does not offend the river?" A cold look appeared at the corner of Shen Xuan's mouth, and he said coldly: "You wanted to kill me just now, let's forget it? I think it's better to send you on your way, so as not to harm innocent people again!"
Han Yang's pupils shrank, he stared at Shen Xuan with a livid face, gritted his teeth and said, "You little beast, do you really want to force me?"
"Don't talk nonsense, you and I are not good friends. If we don't decide between life and death today, it will definitely cause trouble in the future, so I will kill you.
Shen Xuan smiled coldly, his eyes flashed with terrifying murderous intent, and a terrifying murderous intent instantly locked onto Han Yang.
"Boy, you want to kill me, but I won't let you succeed!" Han Yang's expression changed completely, and he roared angrily, and then he quickly rushed towards Shen Xuan, the spear in his hand danced, and bright spear rays shot out. And out.
Han Yang's body has disappeared, and the whole person seems to have merged into the surrounding world. Wisps of fierce killing energy filled the four directions, seeming to tear the sky, penetrate the void, and make people feel suffocated.
Strong killing intent surged from Han Yang's body, and streaks of gunfire shone out, and dense gunfire enveloped Shen Xuan's body.
"Little trick!" Shen Xuan sneered, suddenly stopped, raised his right hand, and grabbed the void.
In an instant, a majestic suction force came from his palm, and an invisible ripple spread out, covering an area of several feet.
A flash of blood suddenly appeared in the void, and then Han Yang groaned and his face suddenly turned pale.
A silver dagger emerged from Han Yang's chest, and blood dripped down the dagger.
"Ah..." Han Yang cried out in pain, his eyes full of shock and confusion, staring at the strange young man in front of him, and murmured: "What kind of move is this?".