Death of Douluo

"Gluttony...eating!"

Mo Fan's eyes narrowed, and as the fourth soul ring under him lit up, it was like a strong wind blowing in the sky, and the dark red flames on the huge lightsaber suddenly rose up against the storm.

The thunder net dimmed, the roar gradually subsided, and the power of Ottoman's fifth soul skill was suddenly reduced by more than half.

On the other hand, Mo Fan's large sacred destroying arrow, the lightsaber suddenly surged, the terrifying lightsaber soared into the sky, and the thunder net was suddenly cut off every inch.It shot straight towards Ottoman in the sky.

"stop!"

The deep and cold voice immediately echoed throughout the entire arena. Platinum Bishop Salas stood up from the VIP seat at some point and stared at Mo Fan in the arena with cold eyes.

Everyone at the scene could see that Ottoman was exhausted. If this terrifying sword really hit Ottoman, his only ending would be death!

That's why Platinum Bishop Salas got up in anger and started shouting.But as Saras's roar fell, the large sacred arrow in the sky showed no signs of stopping.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Mo Fan's move instantly made Salas, who was already furious, feel like he had found an outlet. A cold breath suddenly filled the entire place, making everyone present feel chilled all over.

Salas disappeared and appeared in front of Ottoman almost instantly. Eight soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, and black stood quietly, and the terrifying aura made people's hearts palpitate.

Salas' whole body was shrouded in a layer of faint ice-blue light, making it unclear what his martial spirit was. Facing the arrows coming from him, Salas's second soul ring suddenly appeared. It lit up instantly, and he raised his hand to grab the flaming arrow, and a terrifying chill suddenly broke out.

The lightsaber just stopped in the sky, hissing, white mist continued to fill the air, and the flames on the lightsaber dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Salas frowned. The intensity of the flames on the lightsaber was obviously beyond his expectation. Salas's eyes were stunned, and with a sudden grip, the aura in his body exploded again. The white ice instantly completely froze the light arrows in the sky. .

boom!

Salas waved his hand, and the lightsaber suddenly broke apart, turning into countless ice spikes and pouring down. The cold breath caused the surrounding temperature to drop rapidly.

Before the ice spikes fell, a green light suddenly appeared in front of Mo Fan, blocking all the ice spikes.

Salas turned his eyes coldly and looked at Ning Fengzhi at the VIP table.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Salas in the sky with a faint smile. The colorful Qibao Glazed Tower in front of him exuded cyan light. The cyan light in front of Mo Fan was Ning Fengzhi's release.

Behind him, Sword Fighter Luo Chenxin had arrived at some point and stood quietly beside Ning Fengzhi. Although he did not release his martial soul, he was releasing an extremely sharp aura.Protect Ning Fengzhi secretly.

Ning Fengzhi smiled lightly and said: "Master Salas, you are a soul Douluo, why should you have trouble with a soul sect?"

Salas said coldly: "He wants to kill me, the black bishop of Wuhun Palace. Just based on this, I can kill him."

Ning Fengzhi asked back: "Bishop Salas, do you think a soul sect would be stupid enough to kill a level 59 soul king in black in front of a platinum bishop like you?"

Salas's face suddenly darkened.

"Level 59?"

"No wonder the black-clothed bishop is so coercive!"

"This Mo Fan, a soul sect, almost killed a level 59 soul king?!"

......

Everyone present started discussing for a while.

Listening to the commotion around him, Salas's face turned even darker. He stared at Mo Fan and shouted, "Why didn't you stop when I just told you to stop? Do you just want to kill me, the black bishop of Wuhun Palace?"

Salas's voice was loud, and it contained his soul power. A cold feeling suddenly hit him. Some people with bad temperament were likely to lose their minds under Salas's violent drink and nodded subconsciously. Or say yes.

Once he agrees, Salas can prove Mofan's crime. Even with Ning Fengzhi's protection, he still has reason to attack Mofan.

Mo Fan put away the soul ring, patted the dust on his body, and said with an unconcerned look: "The power just now was too strong, I couldn't control it myself, it was just powerless, and I didn't expect to be powerful." The Black-clothed Bishop of the Soul Palace is so... weak!"

"You!" Salas clenched his fists, flicked his long sleeves, grabbed Ottoman behind him, and returned to the VIP seat.His gloomy cheeks seemed to be dripping with water.

Ottoman looked at Mo Fan in the arena with a pale face, his expression was unwilling, but he had to admit that Mo Fan was powerful.At this moment, he did not dare to disturb Salas, so he could only return to his seat obediently.

Compared to Saras's gloomy look, Emperor Xueye already had a smile on his face. He stood up and spoke loudly through his soul guide: "Mo Fan showed the proper style of a soul master in this battle. The powerful enemy is not the same." It's not scary. What's scary is that you don't even have the confidence to face a strong enemy.

Today Mo Fan told us, so what if the level is low?It is not impossible for the weak to defeat the strong.

I believe that as long as you work hard enough and have a firm heart, you in the various colleges and teams will be able to defeat the weak and the strong, and defeat the many with less, whether it is the next individual competition or the subsequent team competition.Show your style! "

As soon as he finished speaking, shouts like landslides and tsunamis sounded in unison, "The weak will defeat the strong, the few will defeat the many! The weak will defeat the strong, the few will defeat the many! The weak will defeat the strong, the few will defeat the many! You will win! You will win. ! Must win!”

The Royal Knights raised their lances high, and the clanging of their armor mixed with the loud shouts immediately resounded throughout the entire military camp.The style of a great country is even more evident at this moment.

For a moment, everyone's fighting spirit was aroused.

After Emperor Xueye waved his hand, he said again: "Okay! I'm looking forward to your future achievements, now! I announce that the promotion competition will now officially...begin!"

"Long live, long live, long live!" There was another uniform roar, and today's business officially began.

Mo Fan on the field also returned to the VIP seat as early as the knight cheered.

The school field that was damaged just now was quickly repaired, and the promotion competition began soon, and fierce competitions began again on the field.

In the audience, Mo Fan was not interested in the competition, so he closed his eyes to rest and began to recover from the previous battle.

The purpose of Mo Fan's coming to this promotion competition is, on the one hand, to negotiate human relations. Yanghao, Feng Xiaotian and the others are all here, so they can stop by to visit and enhance their relationship.

On the other hand, it is about the finals...