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However, Yang Ba laughed, "My hands are just itchy and I want to play. I'm really not here to snatch your stage, how are we going to fight?"

Faced with Yang Ba's idiotic question, everyone once again doubted his intelligence.

Soul Tomb was the same, but his interest was piqued, and he said, "How about this, let's fight fairly, each one will use a defense, then switch to the other side, and I can let you attack first."

"That's not good! My sect head said, you can let me train my soul force, if I hit you and send you flying, then what kind of training is that! "How about this, if you keep fighting and I don't fight back, how about it?"

Puff!

Soul Tomb's Black Hole was almost unsteady. He had fought many opponents, but this was the first time he saw such a stupid one.

Seeing that the other two arenas started to fight, he also started to compete, and said: "Good, good, good! I'll help you refine your soul force. "

Although the words were good, he still gritted his teeth and said them.

Furthermore, he immediately launched an attack. Because he had cultivated his soul force since he was young, his control over his soul was already ridiculously strong. Without even moving, he didn't even need to circulate his cultivation as a pitch-black sharp sword flew out.

The speed of a soul attack was much faster than attacks from people of the same cultivation level, thus, the moment the sword appeared, it was already in front of Yang Ba.

Yang Ba had learned the from Shen Longxuan before. This kind of Soul Arts not only allowed one to cultivate soul power, it also allowed one to borrow strength from outside.

Back then, when Shen Longxuan obtained the inheritance of the Great Soul-Multiplying Arts, it was precisely because of this kind of Soul Arts that he was able to pass through and become the biggest beneficiary.

The way to strengthen the soul in the Soul Arts was to use external power to transform it into a soul hammer and strike the soul, thereby making the soul energy more condensed.

Seeing that the attack was coming towards him, Yang Ba immediately used his Soul Arts. In the eyes of others, he did not seem to have any defense, but Soul Tomb could feel that in that instant, the other party had also unleashed his soul power.

Yang Ba's cultivation did not last long, so when the attack came, he only felt as though he had been struck on the head by a gigantic sledgehammer.

Boom boom boom!

He immediately became dizzy and fell to the ground. Because his soul had been attacked, blood started to flow from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Even his eyes had become a bit unfocused.

"Heavens!" Why didn't this kid fight back? You're just standing there like a fool, you're really talented! "

"I really don't know what he went on stage for. Could it be that he is here to get a good beating?"

"No, look, he stood up again."

Just when everyone thought that the battle was over, Yang Ba actually stood up shakily.

Shen Longxuan shook his head, this Yang Ba was good in every way, just that he was too straightforward.

"Big Brother Shen, you told Yang Ba to do this?" Yue Hua asked doubtfully. She knew that Yang Ba listened to everything Shen Longxuan said, but was he going to be beaten up on stage?

"En!"

Shen Longxuan knew very well that the Celestial Soul Clan was one of his great followers. The Soul Arts that the Celestial Soul Clan had learnt before was all inherited from the Celestial Being Clan.

Furthermore, when he had last met those three Celestial Soul Clan s, he had already sensed that the Soul Arts that Celestial Soul Clan was cultivating in was a part of the Great Soul-Multiplying Arts that he was cultivating in.

This part only taught them how to cultivate their soul, and did not allow them to cultivate their soul to nurture their body. This kind of training method might allow their soul to grow stronger, but it would eventually allow the Celestial Soul Clan to be devoured by their own soul power.

This was already the second time Yang Ba had been smashed to the ground, and it looked to be even heavier than the first time.

"I already told you that he is a big liar and he even duped the disciples of his own sect. That kid would pass out if he was hit twice." Linglong finally could not resist teasing Shen Longxuan.

However, Shen Longxuan gave Yang Ba the Sound Transmitting: "Idiot! I've already taught you many times to sense the frequency at which the opponent's soul vibrates, and then adjust yourself according to this frequency so that you can achieve the goal of soul forging. "

Yang Ba was still covering his head, but when he suddenly heard Shen Longxuan's Sound Transmitting, he immediately became clear-headed. He slapped his head with all his might and scolded himself in his heart, it was really too stupid.1

However, his actions seemed a bit silly to others.

"Haha ?" This brat seems to have been beaten silly! "

"If he can withstand two attacks from the Soul Tomb without dying, then he has to be a fool."

"Oh my god!" "He stood up again. He's not stupid, he's crazy!"

Amidst the discussions, Yang Ba staggered back and stood up once again. He had suffered heavy injuries to his soul two times in a row, and although he was injured, he understood after being reminded by Shen Longxuan.

"Soul Tomb, come! I haven't lost yet! "

"You asked for it. Go down!" Soul Tomb said as he used his final attack. He didn't want to continue such a pointless battle. In a battle like this, if he won without fighting, he would be laughed at by others.

As a result, in this soul power attack, he increased his strength by thirty percent. He was willing to allow the black sword to double in size.

Yang Ba felt the oppression from the soul, and also felt a sense of life and death crisis under this oppression. He opened his eyes wide, and imitated the movements of the great sword using the soul force that Shen Longxuan had instructed him to.

As the danger approached, he started to sweat profusely, but his speed was too fast. Just as he was about to be hit by the great sword, this time, not only was he bleeding profusely from all seven orifices, even a crack had appeared on his body.

At this critical moment of life and death, the several Elders responsible for guarding the arena finally took action. They were responsible for keeping the people on the stage alive.

With Yang Ba's current state, he was clearly on the verge of death, so one of them charged up the stage like lightning and raised his hand to destroy the soul sword.

But right at that moment, Yang Ba's almost shattered body suddenly released a multicolored light aura, and actually melted the great sword.

"Hahaha ?" Sect Master, I can feel it, so this is the frequency! "

It turned out that at the moment of life and death, Yang Ba had finally revealed his potential. Not only did he not panic due to the pain of death, he had even calmed down.

The moment he calmed down, he could clearly feel a strange fluctuation within the Soul Sword. Moreover, this fluctuation was moving according to a certain pattern.

This method of using soul power could increase the explosive power of his soul power by several times. At that time, he had no time to think and immediately used this frequency to spread his soul power around his surroundings.

Clang!

Although this hammer blow was still very painful, it made him feel as though his soul had been strengthened. This sort of strengthening was akin to forging iron.

Furthermore, Soul Tomb's soul power was extremely powerful, so with just one attack, he was able to unleash several hammer strikes.

Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang ?

This was the instant when the Pill Sect Elder acted. Seeing the scene when the soul sword was melting, he was immediately stunned in midair, while Yang Ba, who was sent flying, miraculously flew back into the arena.

After ten rounds of tempering, he could feel his soul power becoming more and more refined, and the explosive power contained within them became even more powerful. In addition, he felt that he should be able to withstand a bit more of a beating.

"Soul Tomb, good brother, come again."

He thought that Soul Tomb was helping him, but his words almost made Soul Tomb's nose go crooked. What was this? Did he really think he was a sparring partner?

"Yang Ba, I admit that I have underestimated you. Now, I am going to use my true strength. Before Soul Tomb even finished speaking, over a thousand soul swords suddenly condensed in front of him.

It was densely packed and densely packed, covering half of the stage. The pressure these soul swords brought caused the defensive formation in the stage to tremble.

The Pill Sect Elder, who was about to evacuate, also stopped and prepared to save her.

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