Although Jiang Weijie had never fought with a Soul Catcher before, he had heard a lot of rumors. Martial artists and Soul Catchers of the same level were generally not a match for a Soul Catcher. Jiang Weijie did not know if Yi Feng was a low-rank or high-rank five-star Soul Catcher, but he did not dare to underestimate him.
At the same time, looking at the huge energy fist in the air, the disciples of the Calm Cloud Sect were also worried. Even Ling Yuya had a serious expression on her face. A five-star Soul Catcher and a general-level Martial Artist, this should be Yi Feng's trump card. Liu Ran, I knew that your disciple would not be so simple.
Shi Daier also opened her seductive cherry lips wide. She did not expect that Brother Feng, whom she thought she was familiar with, would still have such a card up his sleeve? A five-star Soul Catcher, he really hid it well. Not a single disciple of the Sacred Ground knew about it.
"Brother Feng is really bad. He did not even tell me, causing me to worry for nothing."
… …
While everyone had different thoughts in their minds, Yi Feng also controlled the fist formed by the Mind-manipulating Technique and smashed it towards Jiang Weijie.
"Haa … …"
Jiang Weijie gave a loud shout, and pulled out the heavy sword from the ground. Along with the gravel, he blocked the incoming fist with the momentum of breaking the sky.
"Peng … …"
The whole space shook twice. Those who were slightly weaker could not help but cover their ears. The wind and sand were swept up by the hurricane, and the gravel from the force was wreaking havoc everywhere. Those who were close to the edge of the arena also gave up on hitting the tree and flew back.
Streams of energy and gravel slammed into the big tree, creating holes in the tree. The leaves and branches were torn and torn apart.
The rostrum in the middle of the arena, which was closest to the Gladiator Arena, suffered even greater attacks. Ling Yuya had no choice but to wave her hand to block the wind and sand that shot out.
However, it was not over yet. The Soul Power that was scattered by Jiang Weijie turned into a needle and fiercely pierced towards him. Jiang Weijie retreated a few steps and brandished his heavy sword to block the soul power attack. The soundless attack was blocked, and it disappeared without a trace without causing any ripples.
Jiang Weijie withdrew his sword and stood in place, as steady as a tree. He looked at Yi Feng and said indifferently, "You should be a low-rank five-star Soul Catcher!"
"If you were a high-rank Soul Catcher, then you would be standing steadily now!" Yi Feng confirmed Jiang Weijie's guess. He quietly looked at Jiang Weijie, letting the wind blow his hair and clothes, looking quite handsome.
"Soul Catcher! Really strange! "
Jiang Weijie commented in shock. After the heavy punch attack, he could also use the Soul Needle at the same time. Ordinary people would not be able to guard, not to mention he did not forget that Yi Feng was a Martial Artist.
"The current you is worthy to be my opponent!"
Jiang Weijie said faintly. There was only battle in his eyes. Victory or defeat was not in his calculations. Even though Ling Yuya wanted him to win, he didn't care about the result.
"Is that so? Then try this move of mine again! "
After Yi Feng finished speaking, his Soul Power condensed into needles. The Soul Power formed several Soul Needles and attacked Jiang Weijie. At the same time, a fist faintly condensed in the air.
Jiang Weijie's Soul Power wrapped around his sea of consciousness and his Battle Qi covered his entire body. The gray Battle Qi armor was like a thick layer of earth, wrapping him in it. The heavy sword in his hand was waved and blocked the Soul Needles that brought about ripples. Although Jiang Weijie could not see the attack path of the Soul Needles with his naked eyes, the Soul Needles could not block his perception.
"Boom … …"
The energy fist smashed towards Jiang Weijie. Jiang Weijie had no choice but to withdraw his heavy sword and meet the fist head-on. Without the heavy sword to block, Jiang Weijie could only divert half of his Soul Power to block the Soul Needles from attacking his sea of energy. Occasionally, he would divert his Battle Qi to block the Soul Needles.
"Then try to take this sword of mine again!"
After Yi Feng finished speaking, he waved his Slender Tiger Sword and pierced towards Jiang Weijie's chest.
Seeing this scene, everyone broke out in cold sweat for Jiang Weijie. How could he block a three-sided attack? Was this the terror of a Soul Summoner?
"Peng … …"
Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Weijie waved his heavy sword fiercely and drew a straight line. After smashing the heavy fist, his momentum was not weak. He blocked Yi Feng's sharp sword.
"Clang … …"
Yi Feng retreated a few steps. Jiang Weijie's Battle Qi soared in his sea of consciousness. After blocking all the Soul Needles outside his sea of consciousness, he also retreated backward. The heavy sword stabbed into the ground, drawing a deep mark. Only then did he stabilize his body.
Seeing this scene, everyone felt their blood boil. This was a well-matched confrontation. This kind of confrontation was exciting and shocking.
"Soul Summoning Technique — — Soul Shatter!"
Yi Feng's soul power started to surge violently. It condensed and formed a vortex. Then, it suddenly exploded and the entire void started to shake.
Jiang Weijie was shocked. He also saw that Yi Feng's move was far from being blocked by the Soul Summoning Technique just now. He immediately wrapped his entire sea of consciousness with his Soul Power. But just when he finished doing this, he felt a strong impact that shook his entire sea of consciousness. He felt his head was dizzy and his head was aching badly.
Just when Jiang Weijie was about to use his Soul Power to dispel this feeling, the impact hit him again, forcing him to stabilize his sea of consciousness.
"Evil Sword!"
Yi Feng did not give up this opportunity. He condensed his Battle Qi into a point and stabbed towards Jiang Weijie. Jiang Weijie was blocking Yi Feng's advanced Soul Summoning Technique, Soul Shatter, but he could still feel Yi Feng's sharp sword rushing towards him.
"Ah … …"
Jiang Weijie roared, and the power of his heavy sword soared. He swept towards Yi Feng.
"Peng … …"
The two swords collided, and the powerful sword forced Yi Feng away.
"Soul Shatter … …"
Yi Feng used Soul Shatter once again and pushed forward with his sword again.
Jiang Weijie only felt that his head was heavy. Although he sensed that Yi Feng's sharp sword was blasting towards him, and the power was not inferior to the sword just now, he could only hurriedly circulate his Soul Power to resist.
"Peng … …"
How could the power Jiang Weijie displayed under such a posture compare to Yi Feng's full power display? The powerful impact made Jiang Weijie stagger a few steps back.
"Teleport!"
Yi Feng suddenly disappeared, and his Heavy Fist Shatter blasted towards Jiang Weijie.
It had to be said that Jiang Weijie was ridiculously strong. Under such circumstances, he could still use his heavy sword to block Yi Feng's fist. He made Yi Feng's attack useless.
Yi Feng gritted his teeth and tried to dispel the fatigue in his mind. He used Teleport once again and blasted a punch towards Jiang Weijie.
"Be careful!"
The Calm Cloud Sect looked at the heavy fist that arrived in front of Jiang Weijie. One by one, they stood up and reminded Jiang Weijie.
How could Jiang Weijie not know about Yi Feng's attack, but he couldn't block it in time. He could only circulate all the Dou Qi that he could circulate and block Yi Feng's attack.
Yi Feng's heavy fist bypassed Jiang Weijie's block and directly blasted on Jiang Weijie's chest. However, Yi Feng was still not at ease. He had a high opinion of Jiang Weijie. He used Elder Wang's fist technique to the extreme and blasted three punches towards Jiang Weijie.
"Puchi … …"
Jiang Weijie violently spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body was thrown back.
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