Chapter 207 One Against Two: The Test Zone of Wu Xuan's Aura. The three stood at attention.
Wu Xuan twisted his neck, and the Thunder Prison Spring Spear was directly slung over his shoulder.
"Is this the seventh-level peak soul tool with the rebellious spirit? Yang Xuan, how did you get it? Aren't you afraid of being devoured by the dragon soul inside?" Jing Ziyan instantly recognized the origin of Wu Xuan's spear and exclaimed in surprise.
"That's right, but I think it only has loyalty to me." He gently stroked the spear, and the Thunder Prison Spring Spear seemed to respond and trembled instantly.
Just as Wu Xuan was speaking, Jing Ziyan had already made a shocking move, and the distance between the two instantly shortened to within thirty meters.
"You have no martial ethics, old auntie! You actually attacked a young comrade like me." As Wu Xuan uttered his trash talk, the Spring Spear thrust out diagonally.
"You dare call me old auntie, you despicable guy." Jing Ziyan was furious, and a thick layer of purple mist suddenly rose from her body.
Two yellow, two purple, and two black—six optimally matched spirit rings rose from beneath her feet almost simultaneously, the first two being the first two hundred-year spirit rings.
Wu Xuan was speechless; when would he ever be able to control his mouth, which always attracted hatred?
A dense purple mist instantly spread across a space of dozens of meters, enveloping Jing Ziyan and Ji Juechen.
Jing Ziyan's spirit was a special weapon spirit, Purple Smoke, the same as her name.
A thick purple mist also erupted simultaneously, instantly engulfing Wu Xuan. Jing Ziyan's fighting style combined control and powerful attacks. Unlike most spirit masters on the Sun Moon Empire's side, her added spirit skills didn't simply amplify spirit power; instead, she followed the path of a control-type battle spirit master. She used her spirit for control and her close-combat spirit tools for powerful attacks—that was her fighting style.
Jing Ziyan's first soul skill is called Illusionary Smoke, whose main function is to conceal and affect the opponent's vision, and it also has a certain ability to block perception. Her second soul skill is Condensing Smoke, which can make the smoke thick and restrict the opponent's speed. Both are quite good group control soul skills.
At this moment, she released both soul skills at the same time. Although they are not as powerful as single-target control soul skills, they are superior in that they can affect the surrounding environment to achieve a group control effect, making them extremely deceptive.
Almost at the same time, a black shadow emerged from the purple mist, drawing an arc at a tricky angle, heading straight for Wu Xuan's back.
Wu Xuan sensed the strong wind and extended his mental power to directly sense the trajectory of the black shadow's swing. He lightly spun the Li Quan Spear, withdrew the spear, and flicked it, directly knocking away the attacking black shadow.
Explosive Nine-Section Whip. Jing Ziyan's melee soul tool.
This thing is equipped with a special ability; once it collides, it will generate high-frequency vibrations, and anything hit by it will produce a powerful explosion. If struck on the human body without protection, it could even shatter a person. Whether it's a Soul Master's defensive Soul Skill or a Soul Guide's protective shield, this Explosive Nine-Section Whip possesses formidable armor-piercing capabilities.
"Quick reaction, huh? Try this move!" Jing Ziyan flicked her whip, and the six core arrays inscribed upon it instantly shone with brilliant light.
A dozen black shadows flew towards Wu Xuan in an instant.
Wu Xuan thrust forward with his spear, and the next moment, the eight core arrays around the Li Quan Spear blazed brightly, unleashing a torrent of violent lightning that charged towards the black shadows.
Unlike the previous scattered lightning, this time the lightning erupting from the Li Quan Spear was exceptionally concentrated.
"Bang bang bang bang!" A series of explosions sent the dozen black shadows flying.
Just as the lightning was about to erupt around Jing Ziyan, a layer of golden light was released from her body—a level six Soul Guide Shield.
Although the level six soul-guided shield dimmed considerably in an instant and consumed Jing Ziyan's soul power at an alarming rate, it ultimately held up. Jing Ziyan stared blankly at Wu Xuan. Soul-guided tools could be used like this?
The Thunder Prison Spring Spear, even with eight core formations, only carried one attack soul skill: Soaring Thunder. But for Wu Xuan, who had comprehended the spear's intent, possessed a spiritual attribute soul core, and whose spiritual power had reached the half-step tangible and tangible level, one skill was enough for him to make a fortune.
Just as Wu Xuan was preparing to launch an attack, Ji Juechen's support arrived.
Feeling the chilling sword intent coming from the side, Wu Xuan couldn't help but nod to himself, "Interesting. Your intent seems to be almost formed. In that case, I'll give you a push."
The sharp intent of the Spring Spear erupted, and a suffocating sense of oppression surged out like a wave.
Pale white lightning drew a fan-shaped light and shadow in the air, changing from pale white to silver-white to bright white, and finally to brilliant silver. Where the terrifying spear intent swept past, an extremely sharp aura raged wildly. Cracks appeared in the air, as if space itself had been ripped apart by the attack.
Ji Juechen's eyes were resolute, and the Meteorite Iron Sword moved. It was still an extremely simple movement: a thrusting slash. The sharp sword intent instantly soared to its peak, and Jing Ziyan beside him instantly felt a suffocating power.
Ji Juechen's sword was all about unstoppable, invincible sword intent. Therefore, once the sword was drawn, the offensive would not change.
The Liquan Spear had not yet made contact with the Meteorite Iron Sword, but the collision had already begun. Space instantly distorted and collapsed, and cracks began to scatter and break off on the alloy-constructed ground.
After a stalemate of about a second, a violent roar suddenly exploded.
"Boom—"
The floor, fifty meters in diameter, instantly collapsed, and shattered metal fragments flew everywhere.
The two reappeared in Jing Ziyan's sight, but Jing Ziyan seemed to have lost her senses, standing motionless in place.
She could hardly believe her eyes. What... what was I seeing? The oppressive aura Wu Xuan had released earlier was already approaching that of a Title Douluo. What kind of freak was this? How could a Soul Emperor unleash such an attack?
Ji Juechen, standing to the side, flashed a sharp light in his eyes after this attack. Ignoring Jing Ziyan's strange gaze, he immediately sat cross-legged on the spot. Just a moment ago, he seemed to have grasped his own battle technique—the fusion of spiritual power and soul power, a battle technique that materialized sword intent.
"What's wrong with Old Ji?" Jing Ziyan asked curiously.
"He must have had an epiphany! His talent is only slightly inferior to mine," Wu Xuan commented calmly.
"Hey! Are you praising Old Ji or yourself?" Jing Ziyan couldn't help but retort, looking at Wu Xuan's air of superiority.
Wu Xuan smiled slightly, about to say something more, when suddenly, a strange feeling quietly appeared.
A tingling sensation came from the Eye of Destiny, which contained the power of fate, between his brows.
Wu Xuan's heart skipped a beat. They've arrived!
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