The soul-locking chain struck again, and the chain was lashed to the dead soldier's body. Using the same method, he first stripped off his soul, and then threw it from Xia Yuanqiu to the soul-refining cauldron, refining it into nothingness.
In less than half a cup of tea, the four right-hand men around Jiang Du were completely eliminated. Jiang Du was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the right-hand man he had carefully cultivated would be gone like this
What exactly is the chain in that guy's hand? He was able to kill people who were already dead bodies. How did he do it
And the cauldron in Xia Yuanqiu's hand exudes a terrifying aura that makes people feel fearful.
Zhu Yan looked at Jiang Du in a daze and said, "Aren't you going to kill us? Why don't you do it?"
Provocation? This is undoubtedly a provocation!
Jiang Du has been used to being domineering recently, how could he endure such provocation
Moreover, he didn't think that the other party could defeat him. Just because they could defeat his men didn't mean that they could defeat him in the same way.
Jiang Du waved his hand and quickly rushed towards Yuan Jun. Black energy lingered between his palms, forming a very strange hand seal.
When Yuan Jun saw the handprint, he immediately knitted his brows, sided to avoid Jiang Du's slap towards him, and then said: "Netherworld Palm? Who taught you this?"
Jiang Du hummed: "You have some knowledge, even Netherworld Palm knows about it."
"Tell me quickly, who taught you this?" Yuan Jun said in a deep voice.
Jiang Du sneered, "If you can beat me, the winner is king, I will tell you. But if you can't beat me, then I'm sorry. You can ask the Lord of Hell."
"Hmph - arrogant and ignorant!" Yuan Jun quickly put away the soul chain, formed a seal on his palm, and wisps of black energy overflowed from his palm, lingering around the entire palm.
Jiang Du's eyes widened and he asked in surprise: "Netherworld Palm? Do you also know Netherworld Palm?"
Yuan Jun said: "This is the real Nether Palm. What is it for you? Did a third-rate idiot teach you?" Although his tone was relaxed, his mood was very heavy. In the underworld, those who can learn Nether Palm will definitely not He would be an ordinary Underworld official, at least with an official rank like Underworld Secretary.
Jiang Du can learn Nether Palm and refine evil soul puppets. It is obvious that there is a traitor from the underworld behind him.
Jiang Du was furious and Netherworld Palm struck again: "I want to see today whose Netherworld Palm was taught by a third-rate idiot."
The black energy in Jiang Du's palm became more intense as he became furious, and his facial expression was almost ferocious, like a beast that had been hungry for a long time and finally saw its prey.
Yuan Jungui is the young king of the underworld, and all the magic techniques of the underworld are taught by the underworld king. Even if he is not taught step by step, he is taught by himself from the secret scriptures treasured in the underworld. In addition, he has an unusually good talent, even if he does not have any With Lord Ming's step-by-step instruction, his achievements were no worse than those of his brothers who had been taught by Lord Ming personally.
When the four palms strike each other, who is stronger and who is weaker can be known with just one palm.
Jiang Du even heard the sound of his own bones cracking. At this time, it was too late to withdraw his palm. He felt that the power of the netherworld in his body was rapidly leaking into the opponent's body. He was extremely anxious. If he could not make the opponent stop, , it was not just his hands that were crippled, but his entire person.
For a martial artist, this is simply a disaster.
Jiang Du gritted his teeth and cruelly took off a pair of arms. The arms hung limply, and he quickly took a few steps back.
"You, who is yours?" Jiang Du asked with his eyes wide.