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"Juechen, what do you think?"
Ning Fengzhi did not answer directly.
Instead, he looked at the young man who had been silent on the side. It was Ji Juechen who joined the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect under Ye Ling's orders.
"I don't know, but I really want to fight them."
Ji Juechen stared at the battle between Du Bu Si, Long Aotian and Bing Di, and a fanatical gleam flashed in his eyes.
Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly.
To be honest, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect has been very kind to Ji Juechen over the years.
But Ji Juechen has always been ambiguous about completely joining the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
Moreover, this guy is a battle maniac. Apart from practicing swordsmanship and fighting, he has no other interests or hobbies.
Ning Fengzhi's attempts to win her over seemed like a joke.
And he is not tactful enough in dealing with people.
Anyway, Ning Fengzhi now understood why Ji Juechen was able to cultivate to the point of almost reaching the Soul Douluo realm despite having only the third level of innate soul power.
It is understandable that such a pure person can have such a fast cultivation speed.
Although Ji Juechen did not join the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, his talent in swordsmanship was too high.
This made Chen Xin very happy, but he also taught him a lot of knowledge about swordsmanship.
"Prince Xue Xing is the only remaining male direct descendant of the Tiandou Imperial Family. Our mission is to protect him."
Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment and then shook his head.
"It's best for us, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, not to get involved in the affairs of the Bu Tian Pavilion and the Spirit Hall."
"Yes, Master."
Chen Xin was stunned for a moment before nodding.
For Ning Fengzhi, sitting on the fence has become an instinct.
If the power of the Butian Pavilion is not as strong as that of the Spirit Hall, or the power of the Spirit Hall is not as strong as that of the Butian Pavilion.
Then Ning Fengzhi would definitely choose to help the weaker one.
As a sect with auxiliary martial spirits, it ranks second among the top three sects.
The foundation of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's survival is the so-called balance of power on the continent.
As long as the various forces on the continent maintain a balance, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect can continue to exist.
In such a great battle between the Spirit Hall and the Bu Pavilion, the best way for the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to survive is to not help either side.
"The battlefield is so tense, and the Titled Douluo above are so ineffective."
Ye Ling looked at the situation on the field and couldn't help feeling a little confused.
"Is there any other backup plan?"
Logically speaking, if the Spirit Hall fails to hit the target, it should retreat immediately like in the original novel.
But this group of people are still fighting hard here. If they don't have a backup plan, Ye Ling really can't think of any other reason.
"I didn't expect that the two experts from the Bu Tian Pavilion would stop our five Titled Douluo."
On a mountain peak several thousand meters away from here, a man in golden armor had an ugly look on his face.
This man has a strong appearance and a well-proportioned body, and most importantly, he has nine soul rings under his feet.
This person is none other than the Fifth Priest of the Spirit Hall, a Guangling Douluo with a strength as high as level ninety-six!
"The fourth, sixth, and eighth brothers don't look like they're any match for that Douluo."
"If I don't take action, I'm afraid they will lose again."
Guangling Douluo took a deep breath, and a Guangling Divine Bow that was flashing with coldness and looked like it was made of ice crystals appeared in his hand.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Avatar!"
The seventh soul ring under Guangling Douluo's feet lit up, and his entire body merged with the Guangling Divine Bow, turning into a physical Guangling Divine Bow that was dozens of meters long.
"Ninth Soul Skill, Eternal Frost Arrow."
The ninth soul ring lit up, and the bowstring of the Guangling Divine Bow instantly tightened.
All the soul power of the Titled Douluo seemed to be gathered on the bowstring, and a long ice crystal arrow that was more than ten meters thick condensed into shape on the bowstring.
How strong is Ye Ling's mental strength?
He noticed it almost the moment the Guangling Divine Bow locked onto him.
"Good job!"
Ye Ling suddenly stood up, and eight spirit rings of different colors finally appeared in front of everyone for the second time.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Avatar!"
The seventh golden soul ring suddenly lit up, and a huge shadow that was hundreds of meters long but whose face could not be seen appeared behind Ye Ling.
Unlike before, this huge phantom had twelve Dharma wheels of different colors surrounding its head.
Like a god.
This kind of movement is even more eye-catching than the battle between several Titled Douluo in the sky.
Everyone stared in amazement at the martial spirit's true form, which looked like a god descending to the earth.
The entire battlefield became silent in an instant.
Those below the Titled Douluo level only felt a powerful pressure coming from deep within their blood, and they couldn't help but kneel on the ground.
This is a dimensionality reduction attack by Pangu's bloodline on the bloodlines of creatures in the Douluo plane.
For a moment, everyone on both sides of the battlefield, who were still immersed in the power of Ye Ling's martial soul, knelt down in Ye Ling's direction.
Even Tang San was unable to resist his body's instinct and knelt on the ground with an angry look on his face.
"asshole!"
Tang San cursed in a low voice.
Although he was born from a hybrid of human and animal, his main bloodline is still human.
However, in this life, he has only kneeled to Yu Xiaogang and his parents.
Although he knelt down to Ye Ling again because of the pressure of his bloodline, he still regarded it as the greatest humiliation in his life.
"Eighth Soul Skill, Spear of Chaos!"
The eighth golden soul ring under Ye Ling's feet lit up.
The power of the twelve laws gathered in the air and immediately transformed into a huge chaos-colored spear in the hands of the phantom.
"go!"
The spear was suddenly thrown out by the phantom, and even the nearby space seemed to be faintly shattered.
At this time, Guangling Douluo's ninth soul skill had already condensed into shape, and the ice crystal arrow suddenly shot out from Guangling's longbow.
In front of the teachers and students of the colleges participating in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Competition.
In front of hundreds of knights of the Royal Knights.
In front of thousands of black-robed soul masters from the Spirit Hall.
In front of the five Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall, Du Bu Si and Bing Di.
The ice crystal arrow and the chaos spear collided in mid-air.
There was no movement at all, as if space and time were imprisoned in an instant.
Some people even blinked and pinched their faces in confusion.
But the next moment, a huge roar rang in everyone's ears.
The sky suddenly turned dark, and then turned bright enough to make it almost impossible to open your eyes.
There is a bright light in the darkness.
There was a roar of thunder in the silence.
Soul Masters below the Titled Douluo level were knocked unconscious by the huge shock wave without any resistance.
After only a moment's stalemate, the ice crystal arrow actually disintegrated directly under the chaos-colored spear, turning into specks of light and dissipating in the air.
Although the halo on the Chaos Spear was much dimmer, it still shot towards Guangling Douluo at a speed that was almost impossible to dodge.
Guangling Douluo suddenly felt cold all over, he had been locked tightly by Ye Ling's mental power.
His soul power was almost exhausted and he had no means of defense at all.
The next moment, the chaos-colored spear pierced directly into his chest and out from his back.