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

Lin Dingtian saw that Luo Fanchen was making a big splash in the arena, speaking arrogantly and not restraining himself, so he subconsciously felt that this kid and Guang Tongchen's old Liuyin were not good enough.

But now he's a little skeptical.

Why does it feel like something is wrong, is this kid planning something deep?

Lin Dingtian was about to ponder deeply when he was suddenly interrupted by the Rain King.

Yu Wang was filled with righteous indignation: "Sect Master Lin, this kid has already won the victory, but he still wants to ravage that girl Lin, it is really hateful."

Does this matter have anything to do with you?

Are you the only one with a long mouth?

Lin Dingtian was heartbroken and said with a smile on his face, "Thank you King Yu for your concern."

"But it's good for my girl to lose once."

"It's better to lose in the ring than to die negligently on the battlefield."

Rain King cursed secretly, is this old boy's temper made of mud?

Are you not angry that your adopted daughter was beaten by a wild boy?

Damn.

Rain King began to figure out how to lure Tianwu King away after the match to intercept and kill Luo Fanchen.

This majestic imperial feudal lord, a ninth-level super powerhouse, condescending to kill mere young juniors, isn't it like crushing an ant, with his hands?

No!

Be more cautious in everything, and then bring the Mad King with you.

The Rain King looked at Luo Fanchen from a distance, and a sinister and indifferent light flashed in his eyes.

Be proud, enjoy your last joy, this king will tell you soon what is real despair, no matter how powerful a genius is, he has to grow up.

At this moment, in the arena, the number of supporters of Ye Wudao and Jian Jiujue skyrocketed.

Except for Qianlong City, the people of all cities hope that the two great arrogances can do justice for the heavens and smash this hateful guy with a hammer.

"How dare you beat our goddess!!"

"Damn it, Fairy Lin has sent out a request, and this guy still doesn't accept it?"

"Refused, he dared to refuse!!"

"This kind of man will never find a girlfriend in his life!"

Everyone was cursing and saw that Luo Fanchen hadn't returned to the waiting area.

The twin sisters Hua, the hot princess, the cute girl Lin Keke, and Miao Teng'er and others smiled like flowers, and quickly surrounded and cared.

One is brighter and more attractive than the other.

There was a throbbing pain in everyone's heart, and they clutched their chests tightly, the heartache was so painful that they couldn't breathe.

It's too heartbreaking.

As for the audience in Qianlong City, they almost fainted from happiness.

The team championship is enough to surprise and satisfy.

Now Luo Fanchen beat Lin Shengyi again in the semi-finals, firmly entering the top three.

You must know that the top three are not just as simple as generous rewards. It is such a great honor to be named on the gold list and hang high above the walls of the cities of the Canglong Empire for the world to look up to.

They are also honored.

Now it's time to watch Luo Fanchen's last two games.

Soon, the second game of the semi-finals started,

Ye Wudao played against Jian Jiujue. Last year, the two took the first place and the second place. Naturally, they attracted the attention of all the audience, who were curious about who would win.

"Keng!"

"Roar--"

Swords blared everywhere, dragons chanted loudly, and the battle between the two top Tianjiao was imminent.

On the other hand, Lin Shengyi was still in a trance, and didn't care about the battle on the stage at all. Miaotong was absent-minded, as if thinking about something, and walked back to the waiting area of ​​Yanyun City.

"Clan sister!"

"Clan sister, are you okay!"

The members of the Lin family gathered around one after another, but Lin Shengyi didn't react at all, as if he was immersed in another world and didn't hear everyone talking.

Lin Qianjue's mouth was bitter.

After him, the elder sister was also defeated.

I thought that I would be famous all over the world when I came out of the mountain for the first time, but I didn't expect that it would be in Luo Fanchen's hands.

He suddenly remembered Miss Ke Ke's first mention of Luo Fanchen, what the Great Elder had said admonishing him, and secretly glanced at the Great Elder, seeing the other person's pale face, he closed his mouth guiltily.

"Shengyi, how does your body feel?"

The third elder said with concern: "It doesn't matter if you lose this time, let that kid win once by chance, and we will win it back next time."

Lin Shengyi shook his head: "It's useless."

"I can't beat him no matter how many times I try again, my methods are too monotonous."

"Eh..." The third elder was speechless.

The Great Elder said coldly and sternly: "Shengyi, what did you mean by what you just said?"

Lin Shengyi took a deep breath, biting the jade lips under the veil.

Glancing at Lin Dingtian at high altitude, he made up his mind and said to the Great Elder:

"Elder, Shengyi wants to withdraw from the sect."

Lin Shengyi's calm but firm words quickly caused an earthquake in the crowd.

The Great Elder's pupils shrank: "What did you just say?"

Lin Shengyi said: "I feel that I have gone the wrong way in my previous cultivation path, and I want to leave the sect and pursue my auxiliary avenue."

The elders and clansmen stared wide-eyed, startled by Lin Shengyi's crazy thoughts.

The first elder frowned, and the third elder asked in surprise, "Where are you going after you leave the sect?"

Lin Shengyi stared in the direction of Qianlongcheng team with a pair of beautiful and peaceful eyes of autumn water.

No way?

Everyone's hearts were shaken, and they couldn't believe the guesses that arose in their hearts.

"Zheng!"

A resounding sword cry came from the arena, and everyone's thinking was interrupted.

Jian Jiujue raised his eyebrows, his expression was concentrated, a wooden sword was suspended in front of his head, releasing a mask of sword aura, protecting his body for three feet.

In the darkness behind, a phantom of a dark abyss materialized, and seven star lights were faintly visible in it, and there was a hidden dragon swimming in it.

A terrifying sword intent was brewing in the abyss, and it was about to burst out.

It is bound to be a shocking blow.

Jian Jiujue said in a deep voice: "Ye Wudao, I have been waiting for this sword for a year."

The emperor's grandson Ye Wudao's dragon robe fluttered, his black hair fluttered wildly, and his blue pupils flashed a domineering and confident fierce light:

"Needless to say, you have already lost, and you will even have the chance to draw your sword."

The audience exclaimed in unison, Ye Wudao waved his hand, and actually removed the spirit possession.

The soul ring was withdrawn, and all the dragon scales attached to the body surface faded away.

Just when everyone didn't know what he was going to do, Ye Wudao's right arm lit up with a blue-black light, shining brilliantly, and the dragon chant sounded.

"Soul bone?"

"A real dragon soul bone?"

Ye Wudao disappeared in place, turned into an afterimage, and appeared in front of Jian Jiujue in the blink of an eye.

With a punch, a phantom of a blue-black dragon roared out from his arm.

Jian Jiujue's eyes boiled with sword intent, and the wooden sword buzzed, releasing a massive amount of sword light for defense, confident that it could block the opponent's blow.

The shocking sword brewing behind him is about to be unleashed.

At that time, victory will definitely belong to him.

Unexpectedly, the blue-black Canglong phantom hovered in the air, connected end to end, turned into a halo, fell down, submerged into the mask of sword aura, and entered his body.

"What method is this?"

Jian Jiujue's pupils shrank, he didn't expect the opponent's attack to ignore his own defense, and at the same time, his aura weakened visibly to the naked eye.

The soul power and aura are from being crazy and weak comparable to the soul emperor, and worse than the fourth-order soul sect.

Everything came so unexpectedly that he didn't expect it.

And Ye Wudao snorted coldly, the light of the fist had arrived, like a blue dragon howling, punching down with one punch.

The weakened sword qi mask suddenly shattered, even though Jian Jiujue backed up, his fist quickly punched his shoulder, Jian Jiujue let out a muffled grunt, and flew out backwards.

When he turned over, he was about to draw his sword and unleash a shocking blow.

As a result, the weakened speed could not keep up with Ye Wudao at all,

The other party quickly came to him, knelt on Jian Jiujue's chest, and pinched his neck with his big hands, as immovable as iron tongs.

Ye Wudao Cangqing's vertical pupils were domineering, and he said indifferently:

"You are defeated."

"you!"

Jian Jiujue had difficulty breathing and felt unwilling.

There was a clanging of swords behind him, and his martial spirit was unyielding, but he knew very well that the outcome was already decided, if he didn't throw, the opponent would snap his neck without hesitation.

Filled with resignation, he gritted his teeth and said, "Referee, I lost."

There was an uproar.

No one expected that Mr. Jian would lose so easily in what was thought to be a peak duel.

The people of Sword King City were heartbroken, and the female fans were crying bitterly, unable to accept this fact.

high above,

King Yan, King Tianwu and others frowned, they were all startled by the soul skill that Ye Wudao released just now, Jian Yixing even stood up and stared at the ring.

"My son... Is this a defeat?"

"boom!"

Until the referee announced the victory, Ye Wudao threw away Jian Jiujue, shook his head, stood up straight, and slowly patted the dust on the dragon robe.

Amidst the cheers of the nobles and gentlemen of the imperial city, Shutong stared at Luo Fanchen indifferently.

It's like looking at a slaughtered lamb.

He smiled, and the audience was quiet, wanting to hear what the number one pride of the empire had to say.

"Luo Fanchen, don't worry, it will be yours soon, the account of the team competition should be settled."

However, Luo Fanchen ignored him at all, ignored him, and didn't even look at him.

He patted Ye Youling's buttocks wrapped in black dress next to him, and the other party was holding a juicy red cherry, and was shocked by Ye Wudao's strange soul bone technique just now:

"Why are you stunned, can you still be frightened by this kind of thing? Go on and hello."

Ye Wudao stepped down and was stopped by Jian Jiujue who stood up:

"What did you do just now?"

Ye Wudao sneered and said, "It's okay to tell you."

"My royal family treasures the top-quality dragon-born soul bone. The soul bone skill: Deadwood Dragon Void can weaken the enemy's combat power by [-]%."

"Weaken [-]% of combat power?"

Not only was Jian Jiujue frightened, but the entire audience was frightened.

"This... Godly skill?"

"Even if this skill has unknown limitations, it's too terrifying."

"The grandson of Emperor Ye himself is extremely terrifying. This year, he has such a perverted magical skill. How can other people fight?"

The gentlemen of the imperial city were short of breath, their faces were flushed, and they cheered excitedly:

"Champion, the champion is secured!!"

Jian Yixing and the others looked at Prince Ye Fuyao together, with a helpless smile on their faces.

"I didn't expect the royal family to hide such a powerful spirit bone."

"My son is not wronged to lose."

On the arena, Ye Wudao's eyes were wide-eyed, like an emperor inspecting all the players.

"Jian Jiujue, I know that you have used the wooden sword for more than three hundred days in a year, and you have never summoned your martial soul. You have worked hard to gain momentum and draw your sword, just for today's blow."

"However, you are destined to never have the chance to draw a sword."

Jian Jiujue trembled all over, his heart trembled, and his mouth was extremely bitter.

He really didn't want to lose again.

"Don't you understand?" Ye Wudao's blue eyes overflowed with divine brilliance: "My ambition is not here, the battle of the empire is just a warm-up, and the world competition is my stage."

The entire audience was shocked by Ye Wudao's domineering aura.

The prestige of the ancient blue dragon faintly emanating from the opponent's body made people's hearts tremble.

Jian Jiujue held the sword firmly, watching the back of Ye Wudao stepping down.

"Did you lose again?"

"No!"

"I still have a chance."

Jian Jiujue's eyes regained their brilliance, and he pointed his sword at Luo Fanchen.

The loser of the two battles in the Final Four will fight the winner of the other.

The winners enter the finals to compete for the top two places, while the losers compete for the third and fourth places.

Absolutely fair fight.

As long as he takes down Luo Fanchen, he will have another chance to fight Ye Wudao again.

As time went by, it got darker.

The bright and clear moon, hanging high above the dark sky, exudes a cool and ethereal silver glow, covering the vast fighting arena with a layer of hazy and dreamy white veil.

The surrounding dragon-shaped bonfires are blazing, and the flames reflect the sky.

In the eager anticipation of the audience, the third game of the semi-finals kicked off.

"Sword King City: Sword Nine Absolute Array Qianlong City: Luo Fanchen!!"

"The winner enters the final, please enter the stage."