The Unrivaled Tang Sect: The Copper Coffin

The fierce and vigorous lightning flooded Jiang Hai in an instant. The referee hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should save Jiang Hai. Perhaps Jiang Hai's previous performance left a deep impression on the referee, so he hesitated at this moment.

And the fact proved that the referee's hesitation was right. The lightning that soared into the sky was diffused, and at the top of the light column, a copper coffin bathed a young man in the lightning. The figure seemed illusory, but the copper coffin kept falling from the sky, constantly compressing the lightning column, and just pressed it down, pressing on Yu Yuanlong's head.

Yu Yuanlong raised his dragon claws, stood upright, and wanted to catch the copper coffin that fell from the sky with his arms.

Boom!

A terrible wave of air filled the four directions, and a deafening sound appeared on the ring. The ring under Yu Yuanlong's feet shattered layer by layer, and half of his body was buried in the rubble. The dragon scales on his arms were also broken layer by layer, and the dragon blood dyed the school uniform red.

"Ah!" Yu Yuanlong shouted, the blood seemed to affect his reason, making his breath stronger again. With a strong push, he threw the copper coffin weighing more than 6,000 kilograms together with Jiang Hai. He was bloodthirsty, and the more seriously injured he was, the stronger he was.

Boom!

The copper coffin hit the barrier of the barrier directly. The soul masters who maintained the barrier below changed their faces and hurriedly increased their soul input. God knows how heavy this copper coffin is?

But at the moment when Jiang Hai was about to fall off the ring, a flying rope was wrapped around his waist and pulled him back. It was Xu Wenqing.

"Are you okay?" Xu Wenqing asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, there are still fifteen seconds!" Jiang Hai shook his head and said, the effect of Qingmangxing made him bear only a small part of the damage of the thunder element. Under his strong blood and physique, the damage to himself was indeed not serious, and the last collision, the pressure was mainly borne by Yu Yuanlong.

On the other side, Xu Yunxiu was still casting spells, his ten fingers flying like butterflies, his soul rings shining, but no one knew who he was targeting!

However, they still chose to believe Xu Yunxiu.

"Leave it to me!" Xu Wenqing said in a low voice, looking at Yu Yuanlong who continued to kill him, and with a low voice, the wrist guard on his arm once again glowed with yellow light, protecting his body, and he drew out the Chosen Blade from behind, and the sharp blade slashed at Yu Yuanlong in an instant.

Facing the sharp blade light, Yu Yuanlong snorted coldly. He had already felt the damage of the critical hit soul guide from Jiang Hai's Hand of Justice, and he was not afraid at all at this moment. He directly blocked the attack of the Chosen Blade with one hand. The critical hit also has a limit, but this limit is not enough for Yu Yuanlong at this moment.

The dragon scales shattered, blood splashed everywhere, and a drop splashed on Yu Yuanlong's face. Yu Yuanlong licked his own blood and sneered: "Is the so-called chosen blade only this level?"

Yu Yuanlong raised his foot and kicked Xu Wenqing in the stomach, directly kicking Xu Wenqing out.

"Wenqing!" Jiang Hai shouted loudly, and the copper coffin flew to his side. A stream of power was about to surge from the copper coffin, but he heard Xu Yunxiu's low voice coming over.

"Ni!" Xu Yunxiu made seals with both hands, and countless silk threads burst into golden light, connecting her and Han Meng of Tianlong Academy. I don't know when, Han Meng's body was interspersed with countless transparent silk threads. In the sound of Xu Yunxiu's words, Han Meng's martial soul Yulong Bell also rang again.

The momentum of Yu Yuanlong, who came to kill again, continued to fall with the sound of the Yulong Bell. Soon, it dropped from the level close to the Soul Emperor to the realm of the Soul King. Yu Yuanlong's eyes also regained some clarity, and he shouted angrily: "Han Meng, what are you doing?"

He could feel that the blessing of the Yulong Bell on him had not only disappeared, but now it was suppressing his attributes and strength in turn.

Faced with Yu Yuanlong's questioning, Han Meng didn't say a word, and continued to manipulate the Yulong Bell to control him.

Yu Yuanlong glanced at Xu Yunxiu who was casting a spell. Although he didn't know how she did it, Yu Yuanlong was sure that it must be the other party who was playing tricks.

"Feng Qingqing, interrupt Han Meng quickly." Yu Yuanlong shouted. Now Han Meng was no longer amplifying him, but restricting his performance.

Feng Qingqing heard the words and rushed to Han Meng without hesitation, but she was just an auxiliary soul master. Han Meng controlled the Yulong Bell while dodging Feng Qingqing's attack. For a moment, it was impossible to tell the winner.

"Boy, it's my turn. Let's try the Heaven's Chosen Fist of Justice!" Yu Yuanlong's momentum dropped. Jiang Hai laughed loudly. The copper coffin disappeared. He also gave up the idea of ​​borrowing power from the copper coffin. The Heaven's Chosen Hand of Justice glowed with golden light. He took a step forward, and his body left a trail of afterimages on the ring. He had come to Yu Yuanlong, and the Heaven's Chosen Hand of Justice blasted down without reservation.

Yu Yuanlong snorted coldly, and the thunder on his dragon claws flashed. He also blasted towards Jiang Hai. His martial soul was the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex martial soul. Even if the Yulong Bell could not increase his power, he was a five-ring soul king. How could he retreat in the face of a three-ring soul mentor?

Boom!

Lightning and golden light collided again and again. Perhaps due to bad luck, the Hand of Justice of Heaven never had a critical hit. In the duel with Yu Yuanlong, Jiang Hai did not have an advantage. However, the advantage of Jiang Hai's strong physique was also revealed. Even though his soul power was not as good as the opponent, with the support of physical strength, the Hand of Justice of Heaven did not lose in the duel with Thunder Dragon Claw.

"Fist of Heaven!"

Feeling that the power accumulated in the Hand of Chosen Justice has reached its limit, Jiang Hai has a premonition that the next attack will definitely be a critical hit, and it is a critical hit accumulated from countless punches. Strictly speaking, the Hand of Chosen Justice is a soul guide that is more powerful than the Blade of Chosen. Although the critical hit probability has not changed, it has an additional ability to store attacks. A portion of each soul attack without a critical hit will be stored, and when a critical hit occurs, it will be converted into critical damage and fed back to the enemy.

And Yu Yuanlong seemed to feel the danger of this punch. Although he did not know the mystery of the Hand of Chosen Justice, he also guessed that the next attack of the Hand of Chosen Justice would most likely be a critical hit. With a low roar, the fifth soul ring on his body suddenly lit up, and the lightning and thunder that permeated his body suddenly became several times more vigorous, and quickly rushed to his arm. The fifth soul skill, the Blue Lightning Overlord Fist.

Boom!

The collision of fists, the accumulated force of multiple critical strikes and the explosive force of the fifth soul skill of ten thousand years collided together, and the powerful air wave blew away the blue bricks on the ground, and a large pit of more than ten meters appeared on the ground. The rolling air wave crashed into the barrier outside the ring, and the barrier also rumbled.

The next moment, cracks appeared on the hand of justice chosen by Jiang Hai, and his body retreated more than ten steps, blood flowed out of the boxing gloves, but his eyes looked at Yu Yuanlong fiercely.

Yu Yuanlong's face was pale, and his body did not retreat a step, but he also sank into the debris of the ring. His arm was slightly deformed, his arm bone was cracked, and his dragon scales were shattered. He also became a bloody man.

"Ahem!" Jiang Hai coughed up a mouthful of blood and couldn't help but half-kneel on the ground, but his eyes were full of excitement. In terms of physical strength, even Yu Yuanlong, who had already reached the fifth ring, could not beat him. The two were evenly matched in strength, but in terms of physical endurance, Yu Yuanlong was not as good as him, so... he won!

Plop!

Yu Yuanlong's body fell directly to the ground. Xu Yunxiu's five fingers were still constantly moving. Han Meng's body stayed on the ring. A voice came out of her mouth, saying, "Do you want to continue?"

Xu Wenqing also stood up from the ground tremblingly, and the Chosen Blade pointed at Feng Qingqing. Feng Qingqing's fist stopped in front of Han Meng and could no longer swing. She said with a bitter expression: "We lost!"

"Do you understand?" At the Sun Moon Royal Soul Instructor Academy, the team leader Ma Lao looked at the students around him and asked.

Ma Rulong, the captain of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Instructor Academy team, said uncertainly: "Is it a puppet master?"

Ma Lao nodded.

Xiao Hongchen joked: "Illusionist, soul mentor, puppeteer, Bingqin, Huowu... Dongcang Academy really deserves the name of art, even the soul masters have so many tricks."

Ma Rulong said: "More tricks does not mean weak strength. If Dongcang Academy is assigned to a group with us, it will also be a tough opponent. This battle of Tianlong Academy can be regarded as Dongcang Academy's trump cards. Otherwise, if they meet in advance, an illusionist and a puppeteer may turn the outcome of a team battle."

Illusionists are not uncommon. There are many soul masters with psychedelic skills in their martial souls and soul skills, but puppeteers are really rare. Even countless people don’t know what a puppeteer is, including the people of Tianlong Academy who face it.

One by one, the golden needles flew out of Han Meng's body and returned to Xu Yunxiu's body. Han Meng also fell to the ground all of a sudden, her eyes full of fear, and she trembled and said, "What did you do to me?"

At that moment just now, she felt as if her body did not belong to her. She lost all control over her body and martial spirit, but she still had a deep memory of everything that happened in the outside world.

"Nothing, I just borrowed your body to fight. Don't worry, I didn't do anything to you!" Xu Yunxiu said lightly, walked to Xu Wenqing's side, supported Xu Wenqing, and was about to walk towards Jiang Hai. Jiang Hai had already stood up, smiled at the two of them, looked at the referee, and said, "Referee, can you announce the result of the game?"

"Yes...Yes, in the third game, Dongcang College won!" The referee announced immediately.

A miserable victory!

This battle was too difficult for Dongcang College. Both Dongcang College and Tianlong College suffered heavy losses.

In Dongcang College, Feiyan and Xu Wenqing were seriously injured, and Jiang Hai's injury was unclear. More importantly, all the cards were played.

The situation on the Tianlong Academy side is even worse. Zuo Zonglong is seriously injured, Zhao Xiaoyao is half disabled, the brothers Yuan Chu and Yuan Jin are also injured, and the captain Yu Yuanlong is also seriously injured. The only ones who escaped unscathed in the entire team are Han Meng and auxiliary soul master Feng Qingqing. If their luck is bad, this round-robin tournament may be over.