Chapter 1201： Soul print

Just because of this, why is the warrior of the illusion of the gods use such a desperate play? Are people who are illusory to the gods a dead man?

Lu Xuan's brows are wrinkled and puzzling. If every phantom martial artist is playing this way, their difficulty in dealing with the illusion of the sacred priest will be much higher, and may even be defeated. Even if they can overcome, the loss will be far beyond their expectations.

Lu Xuan thought about this moment of martial arts, and there are several illusionists who rushed over. The strength that Lu Xuan just showed seems to be unable to shake them. No one is afraid of death.

Lu Xuan naturally did not fear, a flicker to avoid the attacks of these people, a sword swept out, and instantly killed three people, just as he was ready to continue to sword, suddenly a flash of light in his mind, dusty sword horizontally Out, only one of the martial artists was snorted and directly stunned by Lu Xuan.

Under the fall of the rabbit, Lu Xuan immediately controlled it in the past, and his left hand held his Tianling cover, and the soul force poured into it, Soul Art!

This warrior's soul is much stronger than the average warrior, and this is also the characteristic of the illusion of the gods. Although there are various schools in the illusion of the gods, most of them have mastered the magical sacred minds of the sacred gods, thus deriving each The genre of various kinds of variants, such as magical swordsmanship, demention knives, etc., can be regarded as a double-edition of the soul, but they are all auxiliary martial arts, not a self-contained system like Lu Xuan.

Not yet exposed to the core of the soul of this warrior, Lu Xuan has already understood why they are so unreasonable and desperate, not afraid of death, because above their souls, a soul seal is enveloped.

The soul print also belongs to the soul art, but it is another genre of the soul art, which is related to the character array. Similar to the soul map of the Meridian town that Lu Xuan will meet, it is all used for the soul.

However, the soul map of the Meridian Town belongs to the blessing of the blessing class, which is beneficial to people, but the soul print on the soul of this warrior is not the case.

Although Lu Xuan can't recognize what it is, it can be analyzed from its structure. This is a soul-sounding spirit that stimulates the soul, overdraws the soul, and makes people crazy!

Lu Xuan released the warrior and let him fall to the ground. His eyes were stunned and swept through countless phantom warriors who were caught in the madness. Suddenly they felt chilling. It is not difficult to infer their situation. I am afraid everyone is being Got such a soul print.

This soul print is not complicated, and even some simple, Lu Xuan can be easily cracked, but if there are only ten hundred okay, you can see the illusion of the martial arts martial arts, which can be calculated in 10,000 units!

As for who gave them the soul of the upper middle, I want to get it with my toes. Besides Sol, who can make such crazy things, can make such crazy things? Even Lu Xuan has no such ability.

Now Lu Xuan has almost completely affirmed that the entire illusion of the gods has been completely controlled by Sol. The negative effect of this soul printing is lifelong, even if it is not dead in this war, after the event The effect of the soul print disappears and the soul is greatly traumatized. As long as the sect of the illusion of the sacred sect is still human, it will never do such a thing. What's more, these people are the roots of the illusion of the sacred sect. After the event, even if they win the nine huameng, the illusionary gods will completely lose the squad of the sacred continent. qualifications.

Lu Xuan couldn't help but think of the news they had received on the side of Wansha Island. Since the illusion of the gods has been completely controlled by Sol, what about the Eight Temples? If the Eight Temples are like this, what should be done?

For a time, Lu Xuan was a little confused, and the situation seemed to slowly move forward in the direction that they did not want to see. So, at the end, would it be completely out of control?

A sword gas rubbed Lu Xuan's cheek and flew over. Under the heavy thoughts, Lu Xuan actually forgot that he was on the battlefield, and continued to have the illusion of the martial arts martial arts rushing toward him, and he was struggling to resist. The nine Huameng brothers, people are constantly falling, some people are dead...

Looking at those crazy warriors, Lu Xuan flashed a trace of pity in their eyes. They were only controlled by Sol, and what they did was not necessarily what they thought.

But what about that? Lu Xuan’s gaze is firm, this is a war, the war between the Terran and the Soul! If you are not careful, you will become a situation thousands of years ago, and even have it! In this war, no one can stay out of the way, have life, and some die.

Since they have been controlled by Sol, then... they can only be killed, and they must not be the brothers of Jiuhua League and Wansha Island!

"Wan Jian Qu, Qu Qi!"

A low snoring sounded from Lu Xuan's throat, and in a flash, Jianguang rose!

Numerous swords light burst out from Lu Xuan's body, as if his whole person is a swordsman, the countless swords stored, all released at this moment!

The Jiuhua martial artists who fought side by side with Lu Xuan were stunned. Even the illusionist martial artists who were driven by the souls seemed to be sluggish for a moment, attracted by this beautiful scene.

Then there was a cry of shouting sorghum: "The less lord is the mighty! The less lord is invincible!"

Lu Xuan was not affected by everything from the outside world. His right foot suddenly stepped on the ground and angered again: "The field of kendo, get up!"

Huh!

As if a hurricane had been blown, the endless swordsmanship was extended from Lu Xuan’s Zhou Shizhang, twenty feet, fifty feet, one hundred feet, three hundred feet!

The sword is lingering, here is the field of kendo, and belongs to the field of Lu Xuan!

"Kill!" With Lu Xuan screaming, the sword is swaying, blood is splashing, and for a moment I don't know how many illusionists are degraded, and the sword penetrates the chest.

Numerous swords, under the precise traction of Lu Xuan's soul force, if they grow their eyes, they all shoot at the illusionist martial arts. For Lu Xuan, the soul seals that Sol gave them are like a beacon. Lu Xuan remembers the breath of the soul, only need to shoot the sword gas to the warrior who has the soul of the breath, there is no need to distinguish.

Lu Xuan suddenly showed great power and suddenly stimulated the warriors of the Jiuhua League. They shouted loudly and screamed at the red ear, and the impulsive rushed to the fish of the illusion of the gods, the Jiuhua that had been difficult to understand with the illusion of the gods. The Allied War Department, with the help of Lu Xuan, coupled with the surge in morale, suddenly overwhelmed the offensive of the illusion of the gods. Not only that, the Jiuhua League is still advancing further, one inch and one inch breakthrough, and their positive In front, it is the headquarters of the magic gods!

However, at this time, Ye Wenjun’s voice arrived, and the voice was serious: “Xuan Er, pay attention to Yuan Li consumption, and there will be a big battle later!”

"But these martial arts martial artists are not normal, our brothers resisted very hard!" Lu Xuan distracted.

Ye Wenjun’s voice is very quiet: "I know, I also noticed, but there is no way, war, you need to be dead, your role is not to kill these people, but to deal with Sol, you have not thought, even if You kill them, but you lose under Sol, and everything you do will have no effect."