"Is that... the ghostly demon leopard?"

For some reason, as if he was worried that his voice would be heard by the soul beast, Qian Lingjun said in his voice as thin as a mosquito.

"Yeah." Qian Renxue nodded and asked with a smile: "How is it? Is it suitable for you?"

"This guy's age is extraordinary and difficult to deal with! I estimate that this thing is almost 30,000 years old!" Qian Lingyu glanced sideways at Qian Renxue, seeming to ask if he really wanted to deal with this tough guy.

Do you want to open your mouth?

"There is no shop like this after passing this village. There are not many soul beasts suitable for your fallen angel martial soul, and there are even fewer soul beasts that are so compatible!" Qian Renxue stared at Qian Lingjun meaningfully.

, shouted in a low voice: "Why, can't you trust me?"

"Then... I'll bother my sister." Qian Lingjun nodded, and after making repeated choices, she reluctantly took out the Rakshasa Magic Sickle that she didn't really want to use.

As soon as the magic sickle came out, the ghostly shadow leopard's closed eyes suddenly became as big as a copper bell. It bowed up vigilantly and scanned its territory back and forth.

The intuition of the soul beast is always good, and the intuition of a predator like the Ghost Demon Leopard is even more terrifying. With just a simple glance, the Ghost Demon Leopard noticed something was wrong.

Its amber leopard eyes turned a few times in a very humane way, its scarlet tongue licked its sharp teeth, and in a flash it rushed to the grass where Qian Lingjun was hiding.

"Eh?" Qian Lingjun exclaimed in surprise, and swung his sickle reflexively. In the lightning and flint, the body of the ghostly demon leopard suddenly separated, blocking the one behind from the extremely sharp Rakshasa.

Magic Sickle.

"Kekeke!"

The ghostly demon leopard barked a few times in a very humane manner, as if it was mocking Qian Lingjun. It flashed back and moved tens of meters, its slender body crackled, and it suddenly expanded to the size of a tiger.

"It's actually an enhanced bloodline. Could it be that this guy has some special bloodline?"

In fact, this ghost demon leopard is not just an ordinary ten-thousand-year-old soul beast, it is a ghost leopard king with a cultivation base of thirty-two thousand years. Even though it is an experienced soul master among human soul masters,

Even a powerful saint would not fare well when encountering it, let alone a new soul master like Qian Lingjun!

"The second soul skill, fog of death!"

The ten-thousand-year soul skill in second place flickered slightly, and Qian Lingjun's exquisite body gradually escaped into the black mist. With the same dodge, she jumped to the side of the Ghost Leopard King in a few steps, holding the Rakshasa Demon in her hand.

The sickle was swung impenetrably, attacking the Ghost Leopard King from all angles.

But the Ghost Leopard King seemed to have noticed that Qian Lingjun was not very proficient in this soul skill, so he cunningly got into a fight with Qian Lingjun. Every attack he made was immediately retreated, and he never fought with Qian Lingjun.

Do more pestering.

Gradually, Qian Lingjun's rhythm was disrupted by the Ghost Leopard Emperor. Every time the Ghost Leopard Emperor flashed, it would produce powerful impact and soul power fluctuations. The terrifying power made Qian Lingjun's body gradually unable to maintain

Balance, although the two soul rings on her body are constantly shining, amplifying themselves, and then counterattack with the strength of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

But even so, she was getting more and more strenuous. If it weren't for the Ghost Leopard Emperor's fear of the power of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, she might have been unable to hold on long ago.

Not far away, Qian Renxue calmly stared at the battle circle, and couldn't help but give Qian Lingjun a thumbs up. Without using divine equipment, she relied on her dual soul rings to fight a top soul beast with thirty thousand years of cultivation.

For a long time, these achievements have been remarkable.

But the current situation is that the artifact can bring advantages but limits Qian Lingjun's performance. When the soul power is exhausted, Qian Lingjun will definitely lose.

Without the use of artifacts, the Ghost Leopard King will no longer care, and the intensity of the battle will increase very quickly, but how to do it depends on Qian Lingjun's own choice.

After a while, Qian Lingjun showed signs of fatigue and forced a distance from the ghost Leopard King in an attempt to get some breathing space.

The Ghost Shadow Leopard King has not caught up. It is true that its condition is worse than Qian Lingjun, but it is not sure of killing the opponent instantly. It is better to take a breath and continue to look for other loopholes in this human being.

"Children, sometimes seem to be powerful, but they are not the most powerful."

The words from Gray Beads in the Sea of ​​Spirits made Qian Lingjun wake up from a dream. It was true that the Rakshasa Demon Scythe was a divine weapon, but she didn’t just have this one trump card!

The arm scythes of the Rakshasa Divine Armor are formed by extending and deforming the hands, making them definitely easier to use than foreign objects.

The ability of the arm sickle blade goes beyond cutting, sharpening, swallowing and poisoning.

The biggest advantage of the death scythe on the arm is not its poison, but its unique regeneration ability.

Since the soul beast can self-destruct and the soul ring can explode the ring, why can't she try using the divine weapon as a blasting tube!?

Thinking of this, a trace of determination flashed across Qian Lingjun's face. She dropped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and tried her best to transfer most of the little soul power into her arm.

Finally, under a violent surge of power, two dark sickle blades stretched out from the forearms, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe also turned into a wisp of purple smoke and disappeared in place, clinging tightly to the top of the sickle blades.

Added some purple-red texture to them.

The Ghost Leopard King stared coldly at Qian Lingjun's mutated arm, with big question marks in his small eyes.

It is also very strange, why without that powerful weapon, this human being has become more dangerous...

"Rakshasa Realm!"

The two sickle blades of Qian Lingjun's arms crossed in front of his chest to form a purple-black X, and circles of purple-black ripples quickly spread in all directions.

In an instant, the Nether Leopard King was enveloped by the circles of purple-black ripples. It subconsciously wanted to escape, but found that four of its own were tightly bonded to the ground, and the soul power in the body was released as fast as a flood.

Loss, the strong feeling of weakness from the inside out makes it so weak that it can't take a step forward.

"I don't have much soul power left, so I'll let you be the first person to experience my soul skill!"

"The torso skill of the Rakshasa God's costume, the Rakshasa's ghostly eyes dazzle the world - slaughter three thousand realms in one breath!"

Qian Lingjun raised the corners of her mouth slightly and her eyes were dazzling. Although her soul power was running out, she still tried her best to squeeze as much soul power from her body as possible.

Under the interplay of red and purple rays, four purple pupil-shaped symbols separated from her torso. They were aimed directly at the Ghost Leopard King from four directions. The blood-colored eyes directly broke through all obstacles and crossed from four directions.

With a single shot, he completely penetrated the ghostly shadow of the Leopard King who was unable to move.

Poof!

The mutilated corpse of the Ghost Leopard King was scattered on the ground. Qian Lingjun, whose soul power was exhausted, collapsed with a plop. Qian Renxue grabbed Qian Lingjun's weak arms, which prevented her from falling headlong.

to the ground.

When he fainted, Qian Lingjun still held on to his weakness and pulled the Ghost Leopard King's soul ring over.

Due to the inefficiency of being half asleep and half awake, it was not until noon the next day that she could absorb the thirty thousand year soul ring.

After simply eating something, Qian Lingjun put his arm on Qian Renxue's shoulders with a pale face. Qian Renxue knew that this girl was faking but did not reveal it. Qian Lingjun also knew that Qian Renxue knew that she was faking.

It has not been revealed.
Chapter completed!