Twin god-level martial souls shocked the demon emperor's wife!

The sun hangs high, the temperature rises, and the air in the arena is hot and distorted.

But it can't reduce the audience's enthusiasm for watching the game.

With the end of the top [-] competition, the Eight Talents made it out strongly, representing the peak level of the Canglong Empire's youth geniuses, which drew cheers from the audience.

To know that in this competition,

Even if he is the first player to be eliminated, in his hometown, he must be extremely talented, a legendary existence that countless young people look up to.

The long-awaited call came out, the bell rang at noon, and the quarter-finals finally started.

The whole place was boiling.

In the first match, Lin Shengyi, the Ziqi sect of the Great Desolation, fought against Niu Gaotan, the Kui Niu sect.

The fairy in white floated down on the ring, and opposite stood a dark man with an iron tower, with an iron ring on his nose, long brown hair shawl, exuding a wild aura.

The cheering and cheering outside the stadium was almost one-sided.

Not to mention the people from Yanyun City, even the people of Qianlong City "rebelled", Sanguan followed the five senses to cheer for this veiled peerless beauty.

The strong man on the iron tower spewed out hot air from his nose, and five rings of soul circled up under his feet.

"Moo-"

Behind him, a huge Kui Niu covered with thunder patterns stepped out of the thunder, surrounded by purple lightning, and roared to the sky.

"The Kui Niu Sect disciples are always wild and rough. I didn't expect another dark horse to appear in this competition."

"A bullshit dark horse, this Kui Niu sect is second only to the top ten sects in terms of key theory, and should never be underestimated."

The big man in the iron tower looked at the weak and slim fairy in white skirt opposite him, and roared in a loud voice:

"I, Niu Gaochan, don't bully women with a pair of iron fists, so step down yourself!"

Lin Shengyi's eyes were like a pool of autumn water, peaceful and peaceful, without any ripples, as if his thoughts were not on the ring at all, and he was looking at other directions from the corner of his eye.

"Damn!"

"Fight with me, Lao Niu, do you still have the heart to look at other people?"

The moment the match started, Niugaotan rushed out on the spot, like an incarnation of Zidian Kui Niu, with a pair of thunder horns, bursting out and bursting the spirit power, and headed towards Lin Shengyi.

"boom!"

A beam of purple air shot up into the sky, containing infinitely increasing energy.

Like a standard intercontinental missile, it pierced through the sky and hit Zidian Kui Niu backwards.

Niugaotan's forward momentum stopped abruptly, and he stayed where he was.

The skin all over his body was visibly burning red, his muscles were trembling, and the heat wave was billowing.

It was barely able to digest this terrifying boost effect.

"Little Niangpi, your buff effect is really powerful, but Grandpa Niu, I can handle it!"

Niugaotan burst out with pride, laughed and raised his head, but his throat seemed to be stuck in a razor blade, and he was dumbfounded, his eyes as big as copper bells stared intently.

I saw Lin Shengyi's eyes were indifferent, her hair was flirtatious, her skirt was flying, and she was holding a big purple qi tripod in her bare hands, with nine pillars of purple qi light floating behind her, ready to go.

"Don't...don't make trouble!" Niu Gaotan panicked.

Seeing the other party's flustered expression, Lin Shengyi shook his head slowly, full of disappointment.

"Boom boom boom!"

Nine purple beams of light shot at Niu Gaotan in unison, the opponent's body swelled like a toad, and his iron tower-like body was extremely round at this moment.

"No!"

"It's going to blow up, it's going to blow up!!!"

Even if Niu Gaolan was killed, he would never expect that one day he would be boosted by auxiliary buffs.

What frightened him the most was that the other party was stepping on six soul rings.

It's just that he released the third soul ability, and he was eliminated with a flat a.

The most ironic thing is that when Lin Shengyi released his soul skills, he didn't look at Niu Gaotan at all, and focused all his attention on the off-court, precisely observing the man's expression.

I want to see if the other party is not afraid.

"Bang bang bang."

Niu Gaotan was taken off the stage, and the audience watching looked strange and shocked.

"There's another one who doesn't want to make up for it."

"Zhuo! The question is who can handle Ziyun Fairy being so milky!"

"The amount of milk is too much."

Luo Fanchen in the audience couldn't help feeling emotional: "This woman is a bit fierce."

"It's even more milky than my Qinglian."

Ye Xiying pursed her moist and fragrant lips, and said coquettishly: "Tch, you are the monster, as far as I know, your Qinglian hasn't attached a soul ring yet."

The sisters Ye Xiyan, Ye Longhe and others all nodded their heads, calling them monsters.

After all, others thought that Luo Fanchen's Qinglian, Honglian, and Heilian were mutated soul skills, only they really knew that they were the level a of his martial soul.

I couldn't believe how explosive it would be if Qinglian attached a soul ring.

Luo Fanchen himself was speechless about this matter.

Not to mention that the soul ring is not suitable, now the origin stone of the imperial city has been looted by a mysterious person in the palace, making Qinglian's "son" desperately waiting to be fed.

He is still waiting for Qinglian's fourth form.

Boil!

Wait until I enter the palace to steal...Go to the palace to get it, no, I borrow it! !

Lin Shengyi became the first player to advance to the semi-finals, and he was also a support, causing the audience to erupt.

Jian Jiujue was as strong as ever, even in the quarter-finals, he defeated Tianjiao, the soul king of a hermit sect, with only three swords.

On the ring, the wooden sword pointed directly at Luo Fanchen, and said softly, "I'll wait for you."

Seemingly stimulated by Jian Jiujue, the emperor's grandson Ye Wudao also showed amazing dominance in the arena.

Possessed by the ancient black dragon's martial soul, the mighty dragon is shaking the arena. With just one claw, it can contain the opponent's throat, and forcefully suppress the soul king Tianjiao who owns the saber-toothed mad dragon.

The three players who advanced were similar to what the audience had predicted before the match.

There is only the last game left in the quarterfinals.

All the audience cheered up.

I don't know how many gamblers in the arena. Before the game, they suppressed all their net worth in the handicap, betting on Ye Wudao, Jian Jiujue, and Mengshang to enter the semi-finals.

No matter who watched it before the game, this was a way to make sure you won't lose money, so more or less, they all pressed a little bit.

The day before the competition, there was an episode when the bet was closed.

That is, there was a man in black who beat Qianlong City's Luo Fanchen to win No.1.

Sold a full 200 ​​million Canglong coins alone, and attracted countless people to ridicule him for being taken advantage of. I don't know where he came from, the stupid son of a noble family.

"Swish—"

The afternoon sun is slanting, and the east wind is blowing.

Meng Shang burst onto the stage, with bronze muscles and a horned dragon, wearing a white-washed vest, which caused the audience to complain.

He was gearing up, baring his teeth and looking at the young exiled immortal who was slowly taking the stage.

"Luo Fanchen, I have long wanted to compete with you on the same stage, but my old man didn't arrange for this young master."

Luo Fanchen raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Is it possible that your father is doing it for your own good?"

"Hey."

"Man, the older you live, the less vigor you have."

Meng Shang chiseled a pair of fists, and they clanged like steel.

"Young people of my generation should wield a pair of iron fists, conquer mountains and mountains, push everything horizontally, conspiracies and calculations, they are all rubbish things that can't be put on the table."

His words were so impassioned that all the gangsters in the sky turned green.

If it weren't for the son of a bitch down there being as black as I am, I would suspect that he was green.

"Brother Mob is right!!"

"I, Luo Fanchen, have been upright all my life, and I respect a heartless hero like you the most!"

Meng Shang stared: "You want to say I'm heartless?"

"Nothing!"

Mang Shang said angrily: "I am reckless, not stupid!"

"Let the world take a good look today, whether it's your boy's unicorn pattern, or the young master's natural supernatural power!"

"boom!"

The battle begins,

Mang Shang let out a loud cry, and shook his arms outwards, his clothes shattered, and pieces of cloth flew up, revealing his abdominal muscles like eight pieces of cast iron.

The shoes and socks were all blown up, and they stepped on the ground barefoot, vigorous and powerful.

There was only one characteristic white silk pants left on the lower body, which caused the audience to be stunned.