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

"Light and Darkness: Shuanglong Tianxuan Breaks!!"

The bright dragon shadow on the left wing comes out carrying the holy light, and the dark dragon shadow on the right wing releases the tide to rush out.

Two huge beams of light, black and white,

Under the shocked gazes of the audience, the two dragons roared together and intertwined in the air.

The spirally intertwined light beams rotate to the extreme, like a tornado.

The phantom of the huge ominous beast that pierced through the body of the bull-headed dragon that charged backwards in an instant, bombarded Ye Wudao heavily with lightning speed.

"what!"

There was a scream, and the bones broke.

Ye Wudao, the eminent and mighty emperor and grandson of great status, was drilled to the ground by the tornado formed by the spirals of the twin dragons. The arena vibrated and there was a creaking noise.

In the end, it exploded with a bang, intertwined light and dark energies, and flooded the Qinggang arena.

"This……"

"Emperor grandson!!!"

The masters of the imperial city and the female fans cried out in grief, anger and worry.

Prince Ye Fuyao's expression was gloomy, and he turned cold.

The suzerains of the vassal kings looked moved.

Jian Yixing exclaimed: "This kid is amazing, he can withstand the power of light and darkness to repel and hedge, and abruptly absorb this pair of dragon wings? The posture of heaven and man!!"

Gang Buliu rubbed his big hands, screaming again and again: "It's amazing, it's so amazing, this fusion of light and darkness is already comparable to the fusion of martial souls."

"A support can be so amazing, today the suzerain is considered an eye-opener."

Rain King's face was gloomy. Thanks to this kid, he was only supporting him, otherwise, what would he do?

Since he has been offended, he must be eliminated quickly, and he must not be allowed to grow up.

King Yan kept staring at King Tianwu as if he had seen a ghost.

Others don't know, but he knows that brother Luo also has a martial arts master.

If you don't use the second martial spirit, you will kill the emperor and grandson?

Boil!

Too blanched!

King Tianwu had a wonderful expression, he didn't know whether to celebrate or smile bitterly.

Boy Luo acted so well, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on.

Qilin patterns, sky pupils, self-created soul skills, and external soul bones, Tianwu King's heart throbbed, regretting that he should not have said that Luo boy should go all out last night, something will happen!

Who wouldn't be jealous of this riding horse?I don't want to be caught and dissected by him.

Tianwu Wang Ming clenched his fists under the yellow dragon robe, and a determined look of iron and blood flashed in his eyes.

All the words have been spoken,

Even if boy Luo was beaten to death by his grandson today, he would still come forward to help!

Above the sky, Luo Fanchen with the shining dragon wings has become the absolute focus, and it is his turn to look down calmly.

Not mentioning the cheers and admiration of Ye Xiying's daughters, Ziyun Fairy Lin Shengyi frowned: "Where is the limit of this man?"

On the green steel arena, the raging power of light and darkness finally dissipated.

The scales of Ye Wudao's body were shattered, and blood trickled down his face. His handsome and domineering face was covered with scratches. His right arm was fractured by recursion, and bones protruded from his elbow.

But he stood upright, raised his head and locked Luo Fanchen in the air.

Fresh blood poured into the green vertical pupils, and endless killing intent burst out.

His voice was hoarse and deep, filled with endless anger: "I never thought you could push me to this extent."

"Whoosh!"

Luo Fanchen descended back to the ring, put away a pair of dragon wings, faced Ye Wudao, smiled without saying a word.

The audience was amazed,

What is he doing, isn't this giving up his advantage in the air and fighting for the grandson?

"Your eyes are pitying me?"

Ye Wudao felt a stabbing pain in his heart, and raised his hand to move his broken arm back.

"Crack!"

He slapped back the white bone spur that pierced his elbow.

It was so ruthless that everyone present was shocked, and chills rose up their backs.

But Luo Fanchen was not among them, shaking his head and saying:

"Don't be sentimental, I didn't think about you, I was just thinking about my acceptance speech."

"Roar!"

Ye Wudao roared, the Primordial Canglong Wuhun felt the master's anger, his potential was stimulated, Ye Wudao's wound wriggled and healed quickly.

"Have you forgotten, I still have a useless trick!!"

"Can force me to use this skill,

Luo Fanchen, I would like to call you the strongest supporter in the empire, the No.1 under me! "

A dazzling dragon shadow shone from his right arm, locking Luo Fanchen firmly.

"You can't avoid this move!"

Ye Wudao smiled, with a confident expression, and said word by word:

"Soul bone technique—"

"dry"

"Wood"

"Dragon"

"False!"

Accompanied by a long and clear dragon chant, a vast blue and black dragon shadow emerges.

The dragon swims hundreds of feet and reaches the far end of the arena in an instant.

What everyone couldn't understand was that Luo Fanchen had no intention of dodging at all, and let the dragon shadow connect end to end, turning into a weak and withered divine ring, and set it off.

In an instant, Luo Fanchen's momentum weakened rapidly.

Under the attention of more than [-] viewers, it quickly declined by more than [-]%.

"It's over!"

"While Qianlong City is defeated, it is an honor."

"Without this perverted magical skill, the emperor and grandson really wouldn't be able to win."

At this moment, only the hardest-spoken little blackie and brainless girl fans are supporting the emperor and grandson.

Everyone else was convinced by Luo Fanchen's performance.

Many viewers turned black fans and began to feel sorry for Luo Fanchen:

"A little bit, just a little bit!"

"It's only one step away from creating an auxiliary myth. It's a pity that it will be blacked out to the end."

"collapse!"

Ye Wudao's spirit, energy, and spirit were condensed into one, and his state reached its peak state.

Mobilizing all the strength in the whole body, rushing out on the spot,

It is necessary to complete the work with this punch, completely end the match, and blow Luo Fanchen to death.

"Hahaha."

"Luo Fanchen, you are defeated!!"

Ye Wudao laughed boldly, resounding through the audience, he had already reached in front of Luo Fanchen, and powerfully punched out a Dragon Fist that was confident enough to kill the game.

"boom!"

There was a heavy muffled sound, and the imaginary scene of punching and crushing the weak Luo Fanchen did not appear.

Prince Ye Fuyao's eyes widened,

The hearts of the audience were swayed, as if they were shocked, and they all looked dumbfounded.

Ye Wudao's pupils contracted, and he looked forward in disbelief.

Luo Fanchen, who was hit by the dead wood dragon, just raised his knees and legs, and then used his knees to firmly withstand his fist, all his strength was like a mud cow entering the sea.

"This……"

"This is impossible!"

"Haven't your combat power been reduced by [-]%?"

Ye Wudao almost doubted his life at this moment, and everyone couldn't understand the scene in front of him.

Luo Fanchen sighed, shook his head and said: "What kind of illusion makes you believe that I have been weakened by [-]% of my combat power, and you are my opponent?"

The audience opened their mouths wide, Ye Wudao's pupils dilated, and he was extremely angry:

"you put……"

The word "fart" hasn't been uttered yet,

I saw an incomparably thick brown divine light bursting out from Luo Fanchen's legs, weighing as much as a thousand catties. How could the legs attached to the holy dragon soul bone over a million years be easily broken?

Just arousing a part of the power is amazing enough.

Kick out with one leg, carrying a mighty momentum,

It was as if flying towards a mountain peak, pounding heavily on Ye Wudao's chest.

"Crack!"

"Crack-"

The scales were blown away, the sternum was broken, and it collapsed directly.

Ye Wudao's eyeballs popped out, he spurted blood, his whole body reflexed into an inverted C shape, and flew out like a cannonball, shooting hundreds of meters away.

In an instant, he rushed out of the ring, smashed heavily into the waiting area of ​​Kuangyan City behind him, and smashed the members of Kuangyan City who had not recovered from their injuries into the wall.

Bricks and stones fell, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the place instantly turned into ruins.

The audience was completely silent, the needle drop could be heard, and it was deathly silent.

No one expected such a scene to appear, dead wood dragon virtual, why didn't it work? ?

With full of doubts, everyone looked at the only immortal young man standing on the ring.

The handsome young man is slowly retracting his legs, and his face like a banished fairy let out a helpless sigh:

"Sorry,"

"It's all my fault..."

"Damn the power of one out of ten!"