Wu Tongxian walked onto the stage and stood opposite the young man. The young man sneered and shook his head with a hint of contempt in his eyes. In the previous games, Wu Tongxian did not appear many times, and he was not able to impress the audience.
Made a deep impression.
"Both parties share the same name." Bupo Douluo Zheng Zhan said in a deep voice.
"Iron Blood Sect, Wu Tongxian."
"Snow Demon Sect, Wang Yanfeng."
The member of the Snow Demon Sect is about 1.9 meters tall and has a strong build. His white uniform is bulging. He has short hair and piercing eyes. Although his appearance is not very handsome, he gives people a very
The feeling of calmness, especially the sharp eyes, seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. Although the game had not started yet, Wu Tongxian could already feel a strong aura from him.
Zheng Zhan looked at both sides and said in a deep voice: "Back off and prepare for the game. Let me emphasize, try not to be cruel during the game. When I judge which side is weak, I may terminate the game."
The two nodded, and then began to distance themselves. Soon, both parties reached the designated position, turned around, and faced each other from a distance.
Bupo Douluo Zheng Zhan raised his right hand high and shouted, "The game begins."
Wang Yanfeng moved, his toes were a little on the ground, and he had already jumped in the direction of Wu Tongxian. His movements seemed very fast, but not as violent as Jiang Qiuxian. But the whole movement gave people a sense of nothingness.
The feeling. It seemed that he was rushing forward, but at this moment, Wu Tongxian felt that he was completely unable to lock on to the opponent.
Under the competition stage, Jiang Yun could see that Wang Yanfeng's body was shaking at high speed. This should be a unique tactic of his.
Both sides released their martial souls almost at the same time. Five soul rings rose up under Wu Tongxian's feet. The standard yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black, the best soul ring ratio. A purple-black thick machete appeared in his grasp.
In the middle, there are three circles of copper rings on the knife, giving people a flamboyant and domineering feeling.
This is not a close-range soul guide, but Wu Tongxian's martial soul, the Demon Sword. Like Liu Yunfei's Sun and Moon Green Dragon Sword, it is also a relatively powerful weapon soul. When Wu Tongxian holds the sword in his hand, his whole temperament is different.
The whole body reveals a sharp edge, free and unrestrained, with a kind of heroic spirit that dominates the world and is proud of the world.
On his left hand, a flash of brilliance also appeared, and a dark, narrow long sword appeared, with faint light patterns flowing. It was a fifth-level melee soul guide. In previous games, he usually used weapons alone.
Soul, or use the soul guide sword to fight alone. This is the first time that the swords have been used together.
At the same time, what rose under Wang Yanfeng's feet were six soul rings, two yellow, two purple, and two black. As soon as the six soul rings appeared, the aura bursting out of him immediately became stronger.
"Drink!"
Seeing that the two were less than thirty meters apart, Wang Yanfeng suddenly shouted loudly, jumped forward suddenly, and landed firmly on his feet. He clenched his fists and raised them high, and then punched them down.
His fist was not aimed at Wu Tongxian, but at the ground. A layer of bronze light was seen filling his fists. The moment his fists hit the ground, there was no sound at all, but there was a burst of light.
A green wave of air suddenly swept toward Wu Tongxian.
"Well done!"
Wu Tongxian smiled boldly, the third soul ring under his feet lit up, and a layer of pale golden light was attached to the Demonic Sword. He did not give in, and took the initiative to greet him.
"Dangwu."
A strange explosion sounded, and the shock wave slid to both sides. Wu Tongxian also retreated nearly ten meters away, with a flush on his face.
"What a terrifying explosive power!"
Wu Tongxian was secretly horrified. It was not like he had never fought against Soul Emperor-level masters before; but this was the first time he had seen him feel so uncomfortable in the first collision.
"Didn't you use soul skills?"
Under the competition stage, Jiang Yun and others noticed this. When Wang Yanfeng fired this attack, no soul ring lit up; in other words, this was a self-created combat skill, and it was not inferior to real soul skills at all.
"Drink!"
This time, Wu Tongxian shouted loudly and took the initiative to meet him; after he rushed forward three steps, the boosting soul guide behind him suddenly burst into flames, and his speed suddenly accelerated; but he did not rush towards his opponent in a straight line, but
It turned an arc, and the Demonic Sword fell diagonally, with a charm like that of an antelope hanging its horns.
"Hey!"
This time, Wang Yanfeng actually took half a step back, raised his bronze-colored fist, and hit the Demon Sword, causing little sparks to rise.
"brush!"
The next moment, the black sword in Wu Tongxian's hand came out like a poisonous snake. The coordination was extremely wonderful. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this sword was extremely dangerous.
"bite!"
At the critical moment, Wang Yanfeng actually put his hands together, like two mountains, tightly clamping the black sword in Wu Tongxian's hand: Wu Tongxian roared again, the Demonic Sword fell, and the fourth soul ring lit up, heading straight for Wang Yanfeng's head.
"when!"
This time, what lit up Wang Yanfeng's body was the light of the soul shield. Wu Tongxian's blade hit the sixth-level soul shield, but it could only bounce up reluctantly. The next moment, Wang Yanfeng blasted with both fists.
When he came out, the third soul ring under his feet lit up, and his momentum was like a rainbow or a dragon.
"Ping!"
In desperation, Wu Tongxian could only activate the soul shield; but his fifth-level soul shield could not withstand the explosive blow of the six-ring soul emperor Yanfeng; with just one blow, Wu Tongxian's soul shield
The shield was shattered.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
After the soul guide shield was broken, Immortal Wutong walked away with the sword, and his whole body seemed to turn into a ball of bright sword light, rolling around Wang Yanfeng. Wang Yanfeng roared angrily, and punched out with cyan light with both fists, towards the audience
It showed the violent explosive power of the original martial soul, but it was still difficult to break through Wu Tongxian's swords.
Wang Yanfeng's power was far superior to that of Wu Tongxian; but Wu Tongxian's sword light and sword energy gave people a sense of unbridled and unfettered power, and he was always able to unexpectedly neutralize the opponent's divine power.
"The last resort."
After more than three hundred moves, Wu Tongxian's eyes suddenly lit up and he let out a soft drink. The next moment, he sank his feet, put away the black soul guide sword, held the handle of the sword with both hands, and raised it upward.
For a moment, Wang Yanfeng felt a shocking feeling in his heart. Wu Tongxian's whole aura seemed to shrink to a point, and then suddenly expanded, bursting out with earth-shattering momentum, and slashed out with a knife, like a waterfall flowing down.
, gorgeous to the extreme.
"when!"
Wang Yanfeng raised his hands to the sky, like a heavenly king holding his feet, his eyes widened in anger, and he let out a loud roar. The next moment, Wu Tongxian flew straight back, his martial soul retracted, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"I lost."
Wu Tongxian sighed softly and said.
"What an amazing self-created combat skill. It's the first time I've seen it. If you are also in the sixth ring, it's hard to say whether you will win or lose."
Wang Yanfeng shook his head, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes. What no one saw was that blood was flowing out of his palms.
The Iron Blood Sect's defeat in the first round made the audience feel nervous all of a sudden. Originally, no one valued this little-known Snow Demon Sect team; although the Snow Demon Sect's previous performance was good, it was just that.
Barely reaching the top eight, it seems even less interesting than Mingdu Soul Engineer Academy.
Unexpectedly, the Snow Demon Sect was hidden so deeply; Wang Yanfeng, who was the first to appear, was probably not the captain of the Snow Demon Sect!
"The explosive power of this body sect is indeed powerful. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to fight it directly."
A solemn look flashed across Tian Rujun's face and he said.
Unlike Wu Tongxian, Tian Rujun is a sixth-level soul master, and he has also refined an elixir. Even Tian Rujun is unwilling to face him directly, which shows how amazing this person's explosive power is.
"Okay, let me go next. We can't let the audience down for too long."
Jiang Yun smiled, moved his palms, and said.
Hearing this, Wu Tongxian felt slightly unconvinced, but had nothing to say.
Unlike Wang Yanfeng who jumped up, Jiang Yun still walked to the competition stage and stood in front of Wang Yanfeng. However, at this moment, when Jiang Yun actually stood in front of Wang Yanfeng, Wang Yanfeng felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
A strong feeling of tension arose, and the blood flow speed increased a bit.
At the beginning of the game, Jiang Yun did not use any soul tool, only the red-gold light shone, and the three-foot red sky appeared in his grasp.
Although there was only a ring of soul rings on the sword that was moving up and down, the invisible pressure was already overwhelming, making Wang Yanfeng feel almost suffocated.
Is this person really just a Soul Emperor? Wang Yanfeng only had this thought in his mind at this moment. At this moment, he even felt like he was facing his titled Douluo teacher.
"boom!"
Wang Yanfeng took the initiative to attack, and the sixth soul ring immediately lit up; a bright bronze light was seen behind him, turning into a pair of huge palms; the next moment, Wang Yanfeng pushed out his palms, and those pair of mountain-like bronze hands,
also
It was crushing towards Jiang Yun; I saw the two giant bronze palms behind Wang Yanfeng rising in the storm, and both of them actually increased to more than ten meters in length and more than five meters in width. The two giant palms came down fiercely and went straight to Jiang Yun.
The clouds fell over my head.
Before both palms could reach, the ground around Jiang Yun's body had begun to collapse with palm-shaped marks. Such power made the audience change their colors in shock.
"The Noumenon Sect is the Noumenon Sect!"
Under the competition stage, someone finally reacted and let out a horrified roar.
There is no doubt that Wang Yanfeng has truly used the power of the second awakening of his martial soul; what he has shown is the awakening of the bronze level.
The second awakening of the main martial soul actually has four levels. Jiang Yun said last time that one layer was missing. The weakest level is black iron, followed by bronze, silver, and gold. The bronze level awakening ranks second.
The column can definitely be called powerful.
Facing Wang Yanfeng's inevitable blow, Jiang Yun's face did not show any emotion at all. He just raised the Scarlet Sky Sword, and then pierced the air with one strike.
"puff!"
The terrifying sword energy instantly tore the pair of huge bronze palms apart; the explosive blow of bronze-level awakening was as fragile as a piece of paper under the Chixiao Sword.
"ah!"
Wang Yanfeng let out a desperate roar, and the sword energy swept across his body. Zheng Zhan didn't even have time to rescue him.
Wang Yanfeng's body flew out of the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. His clothes were separated by a sword. There was a look of horror in his eyes; of course he understood that at the last moment, Jiang Yun had retained his hand.
.Otherwise, after those pair of giant bronze palms, it would be his own body that would be broken.
In fact, this was the first time Jiang Yun used the Red Sky White Rainbow to fight in this competition. The power of this attack made the entire audience silent, and there was not even cheers or applause.
Next, three members of the Noumenon Sect entered the field, and all of them were defeated with one move. Even if the second awakening of the martial soul broke out, they could not compete with the unparalleled power of the Red Sky Sword. The eyes of the Noumenon Sect members all showed a trace of fear.
despair.
How can there be such a powerful martial spirit in this world? Isn’t it said that the original martial spirit is the descendant of the gods? The concept they have accepted has always been that the original martial spirit is the most powerful, and the second awakened original martial spirit is the most powerful in the world.
Powerful weapons. Under the guidance of this concept, every member of the Noumenon Sect is extremely conceited. They even look down on external objects like soul guides from the bottom of their hearts.
However, under Jiang Yun's emperor-like swing of the sword, this concept was rapidly shaken, and even almost shattered. No matter it was black iron, bronze, or even a silver-level awakening, they could not stop Chixiao Baihong's blow.
Complete defeat.
"Jiang Yun, you are indeed very strong. We are no match for you. After this round, I think there is no need for us to have another team battle."
The captain on the opposite side walked to the competition stage, looked at Jiang Yun with burning eyes, and said.
The captain of the Noumenon Sect team, named Long Aotian, is a young man with a magnificent figure, who looks to be twenty years old. This young man is tall and tall, nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a broad back, and bulging muscles.
Her long brown-red hair is parted in the middle, and the hair hanging down on both sides looks extremely soft.
He has long and narrow eyes, cold eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth. Although he is not particularly handsome, he seems to have a somewhat evil feeling. What is even more strange is that his skin is very white, as crystal clear as jade. There is a faint trace of light under the skin.
There was brilliance flowing around, and everything in his movements seemed very harmonious.
Long Aotian knew in his heart that in addition to Jiang Yun, the Iron Blood Sect team also had more than one Soul Emperor-level combatant; there was no doubt that the Noumenon Sect team had no chance. This battle of his was just to protect the Noumenon Martial Soul.
Glory, boost the confidence of our brothers.
Jiang Yun also judged that the strength of the person in front of him was far superior to the few people just now. Just standing there, he had a feeling that his soul power and spiritual power were in harmony.
"Please advise."
Jiang Yun saluted with his sword and said.
After the game started, Long Aotian did not approach, but walked towards Jiang Yun step by step. Circles of soul rings rose from his feet. Yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black, black.
Soul Saint, another Soul Saint. The competition has now progressed, and finally the third strong Soul Saint has appeared. This is unique in previous competitions; you know, the last competition can be regarded as a star.
Brilliant, Ma Xiaotao, who has the highest level of soul power among the players, is only at the sixth-ring level. Of course, in terms of combat power, Ma Xiaotao is not necessarily weaker than these soul saints.
Another point that concerned the audience was that the soul rings on Long Aotian's body had actually exceeded the optimal soul ring ratio. There were four full circles of black ten-thousand-year soul rings; you know, even the ninth-level soul master Bupo Douluo
Zheng Zhan only has four thousand-year soul rings. Not every titled Douluo has the best soul ring ratio, especially among soul masters.
"laugh!"
When he was fifty meters away from Jiang Yun, Long Aotian made a strange movement with his hands, like lotus flowers, pointing out the air with one finger.
For a moment, in Jiang Yun's eyes, Long Aotian seemed to be one with heaven and earth, inseparable from each other. Sunlight and air seemed to have become a part of him. This blow seemed to have no distance, because it was already.
From heaven and earth!
"Well done."
Jiang Yun nodded in approval, then lowered his sword, hitting the finger wind that was about to fall on his chest.
At the moment of the collision in the air, the expression on Long Aotian's face suddenly changed. Jiang Yun's sword was like an emperor commanding nature, directly peeling him away from that wonderful state of unity between nature and man.
. He finally understood why the previous team members could not even take Jiang Yun's sword; in front of such a sword, the world would surrender to it, how could human power be able to compete?