Solar Douluo

Murong Hong did not act immediately. Instead, he froze on the spot. His eyes slowly lost focus, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, Murong Hong's hand held the sword again. The scabbard turned green, and the first soul ring flickered. After that, the blade came out of the sheath, and then the cyan light flashed, but this time it was no longer a tornado, but a tornado. It turned into a long wind scroll, and turned into the shape of a lifelike dragon and snake. It seemed to have the shape of a dragon. Compared with the Snake Spear Douluo's snake, it had two more long horns.

She Long quickly jumped away, and the green dragon snake began to dance. It no longer moved parallel like a tornado, and flew towards the sky.

Murong Hong slashed diagonally upward with his right arm. As the sword slowly stopped, the green dragon snake's body began to slowly become thinner. Finally, with a flick of his wrist, a tail was drawn, and the dragon snake roared in the air. The sound was like roaring.

There was no gap for Murong Hong. The second soul ring flickered the moment the dragon's tail was cut off. Then he transformed into the wind in an instant, and his whole body merged into the dragon snake.

Immediately, the dragon and snake made a 180-degree turn in the air, and Murong Hong's low voice could be heard faintly inside: "The wind will stop - wind dragon!"

The wind dragon moved extremely fast. It was really just a gust of wind. The dragon made of wind scrolls flew hundreds of meters in just three seconds, and it was a straight line distance while constantly circling. There was a clear sound of metal collision, the dragon snake disappeared, Murong Hong's sword guard collided with the scabbard, sheathed the sword, and then the whole person fell to the ground gracefully and easily from a height of several meters in the air, and then dusted off the dust on his body, He stood up and saluted the Snake Spear Douluo who was watching from behind.

"Teacher, thank you for letting me understand this kind of sword technique."

Snake Spear Douluo didn't speak, but the snake spear he held in his hand, Snake Xinzi spat out slightly, and his snake eyes flashed.

On this day, Murong Hong realized a new ability. He was able to transform the first soul skill's slashing into a beast-like form, and then possess some of the characteristics of the beast, which was a step further than the original sword technique.

With the consent of Snake Spear Douluo, Murong Hong entered the Great Soul Fighting Field, preparing to improve his strength in more actual battles.

This time, the goal given to him by Snake Spear Douluo was to obtain at least the purple and gold fighting spirit badge, which was on top of the gold fighting spirit badge.

Also starting from this day, a dark horse, the Disaster Beast, appeared in the Great Soul Fighting Arena of Wuhun City.

One year passed quickly, and Murong Hong, after hundreds of battles, had successfully obtained the Silver Fighting Soul badge, which was a full hundred points.

As we all know, in the Great Soul Fighting Arena, for every victory, one point will be awarded, and for every defeat, one point will be deducted. And now, Murong Hong's record is an astonishing 408 wins and 0 losses, which is a real Undoubtedly the strongest player at the soul emperor level.

This also led to the official announcement of the Great Soul Fighting Arena in Wuhun City banning all official and unofficial gambling games related to Disaster Beast players. This also disappointed many experienced fans who wanted to deceive the new audiences. For a while.

On this day, Murong Hong came to the Soul Fighting Arena as usual and walked into the Soul Fighting Arena. He conducted a verification and a fight.

This time, the person handling the business did not directly arrange an opponent for him as usual, but a middle-aged man walked out. The man's whole body exuded a powerful wave of soul power, and he turned out to be a soul saint.

At this time, Murong Hong was wearing the mask he wore when registering because he was participating in the competition under the pseudonym Disaster Beast.

The middle-aged man bowed, and then said: "Mr. Disaster Beast, I am the supervisor of this fighting spirit arena. My name is Sal. I wonder if you are interested in talking with me."

The supervisor was very polite, because he not only knew that this person’s strength was no less than that of Soul Saint, but also knew his true identity. Behind him was the Saint Son of Wuhun Palace, who was well known to the top management. Murong Hong’s status could be said to be very high. Noble, even higher than the bishops of some small cities.

Murong Hong nodded, and then followed Sal into a small room.

Arriving in the room, Sal motioned Murong Hong to sit down, and then said straight to the point: "Mr. Disaster Beast, after careful consideration in our Spirit City Great Fighting Arena, originally we would not let two opponents of different levels compete. But in view of your extremely excellent performance, on behalf of the Great Soul Fighting Arena of Wuhun City, I implore you to fight against opponents of the Soul Saint level. This will not only further hone your superb sword skills, but also compete with more powerful ones. Fighting against strong opponents can also provide more ancillary income for our Great Spirit Arena."

As if he was afraid that the disaster beast in front of him would disagree, the supervisor stated his second condition: "Our Great Soul Fighting Arena will share the revenue with you. According to the 55-[-] split, you will get half of the Great Soul Fighting Arena. All the benefits you get from competing."

As the supervisor spoke, the fingers of both hands seemed to be trembling slightly. His thumb kept pushing up and his index finger moved down.

The martial spirit of Director Thrall is an abacus, and he is proficient in business profit calculations. If he is placed in the position of director, he can ensure that the profits and losses of the Great Soul Fighting Arena are within a controllable range to a large extent.

Murong Hong didn't care about money, but after thinking about it, he realized that he really had no opponent among the Soul Emperors, so he nodded.

"Okay, I agree." As he said that, he took out a golden card, which was his own private account card at the bank in Wuhun City.

Murong Hong said: "Just put the proceeds into this card, thank you."

Thrall saw that the Disaster Beast agreed, so he was secretly happy. He quickly took this undefeated myth and began to arrange an opponent for the Soul Saint for him.

Soon, Murong Hong once again stood on the familiar soul fighting stage. This time, his opponent was an old man wearing black clothes. He looked about 60 years old, but his aura was unusually calm. .

The old man held a simple, slender iron sword inlaid with dim gemstones, giving it an iron-like color.

The entire sword body is very dim, but its appearance is different from ordinary iron swords.The tip of the sword is not the cutting edge, but the blades, which are the points formed by the convergence of the slowly tapering arc-shaped sword blades.

In addition, this sword seems to have a sharp aura, which is in sharp contrast to its dull and dull appearance.

Murong Hong silently recited the name of his opponent. This opponent was the Soul Saint powerhouse who had just registered a few days ago. The name of his badge was Jian Shasheng. It was said that he had won three games in just three days, and his soul He had a relatively low level 72 soul power, so he was arranged to fight Murong Hong.

Murong Hong looked at the opponent in front of him and always felt that this opponent was not as simple as he seemed on the surface.