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

The entire audience looked at the ring in shock, the holy light was so dazzling.

Yang Jinghong spat: "Damn, it's true that good people don't live long, and the disaster will last a thousand years!"

The social youth complimented and laughed: "Then young master Yang must live a long life!"

Yang Jinghong rolled his eyes, patted him staggering,:

"Thank you so much!"

The social youth said cheerfully: "After this guy is resurrected, I'm afraid he will be even stronger."

Yang Jinghong shook his head disdainfully: "If my brother-in-law can kill him once, he can kill him a second time."

"Believe it or not, with my brother-in-law's progress, killing him next time will be easier than this time."

The social youth shook his head, speechless and shocked:

"Brother, Divine Artifact, that Huang Yan now has an extra Divine Artifact!!"

"Ah."

Yang Jinghong shook his head, and said lightly and melodiously:

"I don't see a holy son in my eyes, I only see a rich boy running towards my brother-in-law."

The social youth rolled his eyes,

confused,

This Young Master Yang's superstition towards Luo Fanchen has reached the point where he does not think about logic and reality.

"boom--"

The golden holy light exploded,

A golden figure with a strong and special aura stepped out of it.

Everyone in the audience saw the figure clearly, and all of them were frightened, and opened their mouths involuntarily.

"Son……"

"Resurrected?"

"My God, can this live?"

"Is this the foundation of the Hall of Enshrinement?"

"This is too scary."

Huang Yan's appearance was exactly the same as before, and even now his aura was stronger, with a golden holy sword pattern on the center of his eyebrows shining brightly.

The moment he took a step, the entire arena shook.

It's just that what makes everyone feel a little uncomfortable is that,

The breath is ferocious and ferocious,

But today's Huang Yan is only 1.5 meters tall. Compared with the tall and mighty in the past, Yushu Linfeng looks particularly short and weak, which is a little funny.

Huang Yan's melting gold pupils were a little dazed, and he clenched his five fingers together into a fist.

The hoarse voice gradually became clear:

"I'm resurrected."

"It also became stronger."

His eyes immediately fixed on the man in the audience who brought him the pain of death and endless shame.

"Lo..."

As soon as Huang Yan uttered a word, Yang Jinghong interrupted violently:

"Okay, don't pretend to be aggressive, look at your father's bear, he is almost dying."

"Don't care about your father, and still have the mood to force Lai Lai, what a filial son, a live animal."

When everyone heard Yang·Ritian·Jinghong spraying people, the front was alright, but everyone behind them looked strange, you filial son, you still talk about others?

Euphorbia Lolita Zhan Yingying's pupils were filled with lively light.

Just like when Bole sees a thousand-mile horse, or a giant panda sees a pot of milk, he squeezes the halberd with his little hands.

Huang Yan turned his head and looked to the side.

The four offerings are like running out of oil, with broken arms and legs, coupled with the loss of artifacts, the aura decays, and the consumption is huge. Although it is recovering, the speed is extremely slow.

The vulture's face was pale, like a toothless jackal.

"Father!!"

Huang Yan rushed over, his eyes trembling: "Your arms and legs..."

"It doesn't matter!"

The four priests stared at Huang Yan's body at this time, as if seeing the most perfect artwork, resisting the physical pain, and laughed wildly: "Hahaha."

"My son has the gift of a god."

"I didn't expect this treasure to have my extraordinary blood essence, and it fused with you so well."

I don't know how many people frowned at that wild laughter.

It's hard to understand the morbid mentality of the four priests who hope that their children will become dragons.

The fourth priest looked at Luo Fanchen viciously, and said with a sneer:

"Boy, can you kill my son once or twice?"

"Huang'er, kill him!"

"Father has your back."

He looked around, especially when it fell on Di Weiyang:

"I want to kill this son, but you stop me, life and death don't matter in the arena."

"The team beat Wu'er to kill this son, and you are not qualified to save him."

"Whoever breaks the rules, don't blame the priest for being rude."

Huang Yan had already looked at Luo Fanchen at this time, with overwhelming unwillingness and hatred in his heart.

"boom!"

He clenched his fists tightly, with infinite strength coming from his arms, and his confidence rose infinitely.

"This time, I want to get back everything I lost!"

Refined with extraordinary essence and blood, blessed with the power of a divine weapon,

The power of the gods hidden in the body was further activated.

I, Huang Yan, will never lose again!

Luo Fanchen shook his head, smiled, and said nothing.

There is only one attitude expressed by the silent demeanor to everyone:

I am invincible, you can do whatever you want.

Huang Yan was furious and was about to growl when a voice of disgust came from below:

"Heavenly King Covering Earth Tiger, Huang Yan is 1.5 meters!"

"Xiao Xiaozi, you can come down now, that stage doesn't belong to you."

"My brother-in-law and my sister are going to the finals, don't get in the way!"

Yang Jinghong waited anxiously, he was still waiting to see his brother-in-law subdue the tigress sister at home.

"Yang Jinghong, you are courting death!"

Huang Yan's eyes spit fire, secretly waiting for the team competition to be settled together,

With the help of the four priests, he jumped off the ring.

"Boom!"

In the end, the remaining two jade steles engraved with names shined brilliantly.

Following the referee's announcement,

Luo Fanchen stood up lightly, his skirts fluttering, and stepped onto the ring.

"Cough cough."

Yang Xiruo moved the lotus feet inside the embroidered shoes, and climbed up the ring step by step, coughing up blood, which dripped on the white handkerchief, but an invisible special momentum was getting stronger and stronger.

The Canglong Emperor half-closed his eyes, kept watching Luo Fanchen in the air, and murmured secretly with a sneer:

"Azure dragon combat skills."

"Hehe, it seems that this son has already met my useless younger brother."

"The fire fist soul skill that killed Huang Yan seems to be interesting."

"This female pope seems to have something wrong today."

In the depths of Emperor Canglong's eyes, there was a strange and playful light.

And with Huang Yan's resurrection,

The calm audience suddenly realized a problem.

"How many secret skills and means does this Luo Fanchen know!!"

"The three great pupils, the Qinglian martial soul, and the green anaconda martial soul, isn't this horse riding a three-life martial soul?"

"Fuck, the unprecedented three-life martial soul?"

"This is too outrageous, a main body martial soul, an auxiliary plant martial soul, and a beast martial soul for attacking with a physical body, what's the matter, just one weapon martial soul is missing!"

"Don't be too outrageous, his hole cards have been played out now, where did he get the weapon spirit?"

The little saint Bai Yingyue was in a trance: "After several months of hard work, little senior brother, you can really crush me and kill Huang Yan?"

"Thanks to the senior brother who was called at the beginning, I still have no face to be called junior brother."

Di Weiyang seemed to be in a good mood, her cold eyes slanted slightly:

"Don't force me to slap you, that's your Uncle Luo."

Bai Yingyue covered her fair cheeks and clicked her tongue endlessly.

Others don't know how long Luo Fanchen has practiced or how old he really is.

Can she still not know?

If the bone age was measured after the game, wouldn't the audience and the boss go crazy?

"Where did the little brother learn so many secret skills!"

"One is watching the sky, the other is the battle skill of the blue dragon, and both of them have mastered the fifth form. This comprehension is too perverted and outrageous!!!"

Di Weiyang moved her fingertips lightly.

In Luo Fanchen's room last night, she felt that the man had half-spoken.

Unexpectedly, today he really made it.

I thought he was wronged by going to the nursing home, but it turned out that he bought it? ! !

I can't feel wronged at all.

Learning two secret skills so quickly made Di Weiyang unexpected.

"clang!"

The bell for the decisive battle rang, and the audience was refreshed and watched intently.

One is the previous world champion, who has not met an enemy who can catch three shots.

Known as the number one spearwoman in the world among the juniors.

Now that he is competing for the second time, his strength is even more unfathomable, and his depth is unknown.

According to the rumors, Yang Xiruo is the legendary chosen one, the one favored by God.

But no one has ever seen her use the power of the gods.

The other was born in the mountains, but broke the myth of the Dark Temple's invincibility one after another, defeated the second prince of the young emperor, and even violently crushed and killed the holy son Huangyan. His record was terrifying and appalling.

The two competed on the same stage, causing countless people to speculate in amazement, and it was full of highlights.

Yang Xiruo coughed lightly, and her temple hair was blowing, which made people feel affectionate:

"Master Luo, it's still early, you can still rest and recover for a while."

"I hope to face your strongest state."

"Otherwise, if you hope to win, you won't use force."

Yang Jinghong also persuaded: "Yes, brother-in-law, rest for a while, my sister is not so easy to handle, she actually has two guns."

As soon as this statement came out, the entire audience was stunned.

Yang Xiruo was taken aback,

Yang Tingjun jumped up angrily and wanted to scold his mother, but the clan elder sighed.

"Defense by day and night, it's hard to guard against house thieves!"

"Which side are you guys from? Just show your sister's cards out??"

"Two guns?"

Luo Fanchen was also stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "I'm not talented, I just happen to have one."

"You have a hammer."

Zhan Yingying stood by Yang Xiruo's side, and snorted coldly: "Did you drive, you have a halberd!!"

"Purple-haired girl, do you dare to call my brother-in-law?"

Yang Jinghong was not happy, and said angrily: "You only have a big halberd!"

"The purple-haired girl doesn't play other things, she plays with halberds—"

"nondescript!"

Zhan Yingying raised his pupils and stared at him aggressively: "Little Huangmao, you don't even know how to play with a gun."

"Come here and poke me!"