Bang!

A loud thunderous sound, gravel splashed, and a huge Yonghei ruler appeared out of thin air, and then it penetrated straight into the front of Murong Feng.

"Huh?" Zhuo Tianzhao's eyes sterned, and his expression was slightly surprised. Judging from the huge ruler of Murong Feng's weapon, the other party should be a power-type soul like him. However, Murong Feng was thin, this giant

The size of the ruler is almost as big as that of him. How can he use it?

"Are you all ready?" the old man in purple looked at the two of them and asked.

"kindness!"

"Can!"

"So that's the case, the game... begins!"

Bang!

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Murong Feng slammed his palms and began to form seals.

The two sides were a little far apart. Without having time to interrupt, Zhuo Tianzhao did not dare to make a rash move. He just opened his perception to the maximum and stared at Murong Feng with a cautious look on his face.

"Rock-like crystallization!"

Murong Feng finished the seal and shouted clearly, a layer of earth-yellow crystals flowing with light appeared on his body. The crystals shone brightly under the sunlight, as thick as the substance.

"Are the auxiliary soul skill of the earth-type system?"

Surrounded by this layer of crystal, Murong Feng gave Zhuo Tianzhao the feeling as thick and deep as the earth, and even his thin body seemed much taller.

"That's right, I want to see how strong your strength and defense are!"

Zhuo Tianzhao's eyes burst out with a strong fighting spirit. In terms of physical strength, he believed that he was not inferior to anyone, even if the other party had many soul skills added layers.

boom!

A afterimage left on the spot, Zhuo Tianzhao rushed towards Murong Feng like a cannonball.

"Does he be so confident in himself?" Seeing that Zhuo Tianzhao was rushing towards Murong Feng, who was holding a huge ruler with bare hands, even Murong Qingtian, who had always been optimistic about him, couldn't help but frown deeply.

The green light flashed at the bottom of his feet. With the help of the wind-based soul power, Zhuo Tianzhao's speed was so fast that it was blurry to the naked eye.

"drink!"

Seeing that the other party looked down on him so much that he had not even his weapon appeared, a ruthlessness flashed across the corner of Murong Feng's eyes, and his hands danced with huge rulers as big as his head, and with a series of terrifying bursts of air, he came towards him.

Zhuo Tianzhao slapped him hard.

Faced with such a powerful and heavy blow, how could Zhuo Tianzhao be so stupid as to fight him? His ** is not strong enough to compete with such heavy metals.

The toes were a little bit, and the body rose into the air like an eagle. Zhuo Tianzhao easily avoided the slap of the huge ruler. At the same time, the eight soul acupoints of his right arm rotated wildly, and with the acceleration of gravity, he carried the tiger down the mountain with his right fist.

The momentum hit Murong Feng's head like lightning. If it was smashed, even if the defense was thick, his head would definitely burst like a watermelon.

The reason why Zhuo Tianzhao dared to do his best was because he believed that Murong Feng would not let him succeed so easily.

Sure enough, after seeing this, Murong Feng's face changed, he became quick and wise. The huge ruler he slapped did not retract according to the same path. Instead, he rotated it with half a circle and just held his hands back and blocked his head.

clang!

The crisp and loud noise that made the eardrum cleave, Zhuo Tianzhao's fist hit the ruler, as if metal was colliding.

Bang!

The huge force directly passed through the ruler to Murong Feng's body. The latter's feet could hardly resist the pressure and fell to the ground in an instant. The terrible strong wind swept through, and the band within a radius of several meters suddenly burst, shattering stones

Rising up into the sky.

call!

Zhuo Tianzhao was shocked and his body rolled around in the air. After landing, he took several steps to stabilize his body. And several shocking footprints were also taken on the ring.

"Puff!"

The blood rushes in my chest. Murong Feng's throat rolls, and a mouthful of blood can no longer be allowed to spray out. He leans on the ground with a huge ruler, and barely stands up with his hands trembling. Murong Feng's slightly listless eyes are full of horror.

Looking at Zhuo Tianzhao not far away, what powerful force is that? As soon as he came into contact, he had already penetrated his body like a flood and broke into his body. He was so fast that he could activate his power to resist.

None.

In fact, Zhuo Tianzhao's surprise was no less than Murong Feng. The force from the ruler almost instantly knocked him away. Until now, his right hand still burst into veins, numb and ignorant.

Knowing that his attack power was still above the ordinary soul saint, he had just used the force of momentum and gravity to add layers, and under such a terrifying attack, the opponent could still climb.

Arise, this is enough to prove that Murong Feng's ** is already so strong that he is extremely terrifying.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Looking at Murong Feng, whose yellow crystals were already extremely dim, Zhuo Tianzhao's lips opened lightly.

Zhuo Tianzhao still has a good impression of Moyin Valley, so he doesn't want to put too heavy hands on Murong Feng. If his current opponent was the Blood Clothes Sect, he would probably rush forward without hesitation without saying a word.

Make up for it.

"No, I don't want to die yet!" Murong Feng was also very straightforward, waved his hand and took back the huge ruler. After smiling faintly at Zhuo Tianzhao, he staggered down from the arena and walked towards the Moyin Valley camp. Don't look at him as nothing on the surface

In fact, his heart has been severely damaged. If he continues to fight, it will be just a humiliation. Since the other party has given him a step, he will certainly go with the trend. Although he is defeated, he is at least not being carried down.

.

"In the seventh game, Yinye Zong Zhuo Tianzhao won!"

The scene was silent. No one expected that two people with equal soul power would decide the winner in one move. However, although the game was short, the real shock deeply shocked everyone.

The heart.

Wow!

After a breath, the audience burst into deafening exclamations.

"Mo Wen, it seems that we have underestimated this little guy's strength. I really don't know how he trained such a perverted **!" Biyou in Mo Wen's sleeve robe couldn't help but sigh.

"A tiger father has no dog son. As Brother Han's son, he naturally cannot be far behind!" Looking at the strange and familiar domineering figure in the center of the ring, Mo Wen smiled happily, and her thoughts seemed to have returned to decades ago.

"You are obsessed with ghosts!" Biyou smiled helplessly.

Mo Wen smiled without commenting, and ignored Biyou anymore, but turned her eyes to Ye Longfei, who had just won the last game: "How about it? What do you think you have the chance of winning against him?"

"It's very hanging!" Ye Longfei said with a serious face, "There is no doubt that his power and defense are unprecedentedly powerful. What's even more terrifying is his speed. Generally, the power and defense-type souls are relatively fast.

It will be relatively weak, but he, who belongs to the wind and thunder system, shows a speed that is far beyond ordinary people. From a physical perspective, he is almost without any weakness now. Although my ice aura should be able to slow down his speed,

However, if you want to defeat him, soul skills are the key. Judging from the games yesterday to today, soul skills should be his weakness, and I am also more obvious in this aspect. Overall, if

If he does not have powerful soul skills, the outcome should be between 5 and 5!"

"Well, I can see it thoroughly and analyze it indirectly. But now it seems that if you want to win the championship of the sect competition, it is not as simple as originally thought!" Mo Wen smiled softly, and said to Ye Longfei, the disciple.
Chapter completed!