Soul Martial Emperor

Chapter 217
The jet-black light instantly formed a black light curtain in front of Ghost Sword, blocking Ghost Sword behind.

shhhhh! ! !

But the next moment, Thunder Dragon and Fire Dragon tore apart the black light curtain, directly breaking the ghost sword's attack.

puff! ! !

Ghost Sword's face was pale, and there was a thick look of shock on his face. Immediately, his throat was sweet, and blood sprayed out from his mouth.

At the same time, Ghost Sword's body was also thrown upside down by the shock, leaving a long trace on the competition platform.

However, Thunder Dragon and Fire Dragon broke through the black light curtain, but due to insufficient follow-up power, the offensive was insufficient and dissipated abruptly.

Brush! ! ! !
But Meng Hao didn't give Ghost Sword a chance at all, he stepped on the white dragon's head, and his body shuttled back and forth like a phantom.

At this time, the ghost sword couldn't stop Meng Hao's attack at all, and was smashed by Meng Hao like a sandbag, and he turned into a pig's head in just a few breaths.

puff! ! !

In the end, he bumped into a towering tree, blood sprayed out continuously as if he didn't want money, his clothes were all torn, and everyone was surprised by his embarrassing appearance covered in scars.

Such a result was obviously not expected by them. Originally, they thought that Ghost Sword would easily take down Meng Hao, but in the end, they were killed softly by Meng Hao.

"If you want to stop my footsteps, you alone can't do it." Meng Hao sneered, and his faint voice fell into Ghost Sword's ear.

Hearing the words, Ghost Sword was so angry that he didn't let go, and passed out, obviously he had suffered a major blow.

"Hmph, it's too embarrassing," the black ghost swordsman of the Wangu Sword Sect snorted coldly with a frosty face.

Before, he believed that Ghost Sword was his disciple of the Eternal Sword Sect, and he wanted to teach Ghost Sword his sword skills, but he didn't expect Ghost Sword to lose so badly.

"This little guy is not bad. He not only comprehended the profound meaning of sword, but also comprehended the profound meaning of fire," an old man in a gray robe and white hair murmured to himself.

"It's pretty good, and the low-level esoteric martial arts you've used have been practiced to the mysterious level, why are you tempted, old man Yan Ri?" A woman next to him said with a light smile.

The former is the Immortal Yanri of Rishen Pavilion, one of the two pavilions, and the latter is Fairy Xiangling of Tianxiang Temple.

The Rishen Pavilion and the Tianxiang Temple have always been friends, so people from the two superpowers are familiar with each other. Fairy Xiangling is a female disciple of the Tianxiang Temple, and her strength is not inferior to that of Yanri and Haoyue.

Fairy Xiangling is familiar with Master Yan Ri, so he always calls Master Yan Ri an old man, and Master Yan Ri doesn't care much about these details.

"Xie Dao, take your good friend Ghost Sword and go, you can't stop me," Meng Hao said indifferently, and immediately waved his palm lightly, directly putting away the puppet.

Xie Dao stared at Meng Hao with a gloomy expression, and after a while, picked up the fainted Xie Dao, turned and left the place.

When he left, he left a sentence: "Meng Hao, don't be complacent. I will challenge you again in the future. In addition, although you defeated us, your strength is not enough to win a throne."

Meng Hao smiled noncommittally when he heard the words, and he didn't have anything to say about it. The hole cards he controlled were beyond the comprehension of these guys.

At this moment, Meng Hao looked forward, and found that there were already many people on the top of Zhanlong Mountain looking in this direction, taking a closer look.

Now there are fifteen people on the top of the mountain, including him, there are sixteen people, that is to say, only ten of the sixteen people can grab the throne and carry out the following battle.

What pleased Meng Hao the most was that both Dong Qingyan and Lu Hanxiang made it to the top of the mountain. These two people were not easy, so this was within Meng Hao's expectation.

At this time, Dong Qingyan and Lu Hanxiang also rushed towards Meng Hao, and the three of them stood together, forming a small group.

"What kind of competition method is this throne competition"?Meng Hao frowned, and asked Dong Qingyan softly.

"There is no requirement, as long as you can survive until there are only ten people left, you will pass the test," Dong Qingyan said a little helplessly.

"Junior brother, your strength is still a bit weak, you should go back first," Ouyang Shaohua said calmly to a man beside him.

The man heard the words and said in a deep voice: "Yes, senior brother", then turned around and left here, obeying Ouyang Shaohua in every possible way.

At this time, Li Wenxue, who was ranked second in the spirit list, and Yan Luo, who was ranked third, also let the juniors and sisters around them withdraw from the battle for the throne.

Now that three people have left, there are still thirteen people left on the top of the mountain. These people think they are qualified to stay.

"Three quotas have to be removed, I don't know what to do next," Li Wenxue frowned and said calmly.

At this moment, a man in black came out and said with a big smile, "What's so difficult about this? Throwing Meng Hao and the three of them out, wouldn't there be exactly ten people left?"

"Boom us, it's a pretty good idea," Meng Hao said with a light smile, but suddenly a murderous aura swept over him, which was a sign that Meng Hao wanted to kill someone.

Even Dong Qingyan was a little angry, she was a direct disciple of the master of the Fire Spirit Sect of the third-level power after all, but she was looked down upon so much, it seemed that she had to show her hands to them.

"Beigongjiang, the capital of the Demon Rock Kingdom? You can't stop me." Meng Hao's faint words rang in everyone's ears, and many people were shocked. You must know that Beigongjiang is not an evil sword or a ghost sword. The characters are comparable.

"Beigongjiang, it seems that someone is dissatisfied with you," another man standing beside Beigongjiang said with a light smile.

Meng Hao also knew the speaker. Zhao Wuji, who was ranked No.11 in the spiritual list, said with a smile, while Bei Gongjiang was ranked ninth in the spiritual list.

But now it ranks No.11 on the spiritual list, because the second and third places on the spiritual list are Meng Hao and Dong Qingyan.

"Looking at the strength in the early stage of the spiritual realm, and you dare to act presumptuously in front of me, then I'll come and see if your new No. [-] on the spiritual list is true," Bei Gongjiang sneered.

The spiritual power in the body exploded out, turning into streaks of black light like black river water and enveloping Meng Hao.

Meng Hao smiled lightly and said, "You dare to use a small skill to make a fool of yourself." He waved his palm lightly, and the monstrous fiery red spiritual power burst out, directly blocking all the black light.

"Die to me." The moment the black light shattered, Bei Gongjiang turned into a black shadow and flew out from the black light. His hands turned into claws, and he grabbed Meng Hao fiercely.

"Black Magic Art——Black Magic Eagle Claw Strength"! ! !
The monstrous black spiritual energy emerged from Beigongjiang's hands, turning into five dark rays of light and attacking Meng Hao.

It faintly turned into a black eagle claw, and the eagle claw was shrouded in a sharp light, which looked extremely fierce.

Bei Gongjiang's behavior is not very good, but his strength is indeed not weak, and what he displays is low-level profound martial arts.

"The momentum is good, but it's not enough." Meng Hao sneered, his body was shrouded in a dazzling red light, and this man Meng Hao seemed to have turned into a Vulcan.

"Fire Spirit Truth—Fire Flame Setting Sun"! ! !
The knot seal appeared on Meng Hao's palm, formed by the seal method, and a tyrannical breath formed between the palms.

Immediately afterwards, a fiery red sun appeared between Meng Hao's palms, and then rose slowly, and that terrifying aura swept away.

Everyone was shocked, because Meng Hao's martial arts had surpassed the low-level profound martial arts and reached the realm of the middle-level profound martial arts.

puff! ! !

The hot sun rose slowly, blocking the black eagle claws, and the two eroded each other. In the end, the hot sun directly broke the black eagle claws, pierced the sky, and went straight to the Beigong River.

Whoosh! ! ! !
Wherever the scorching sun passed by, there were traces of being burned by flames, and the fiery breath spread out, which was shocking.

(End of this chapter)