Eternal Martial Emperor

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In the voice of everyone's discussion, Yukihao also set foot on the ring, and his long red hair fluttering in the wind was particularly noticeable.

Coupled with the bloodstains on his eyebrows, and a terrifying atmosphere, it can't help but feel a little shuddering, making it difficult to look directly at him.

Facing the trembling Zhao Xuefeng in front of her eyes, Kumuhao also raised his corner of the mouth, showing a scornful smile.

In his eyes, in this general league conference, his opponent is only free to sword.

"Game start!"

Immediately after Ren Tianxing's words fell, Zhao Xuefeng immediately cast his "Holy War God", and then retreated to the edge of the ring platform, looking at the rotten tree with a look of vigilance.

Seeing Zhao Xuefeng who was so feared, Jun Muhao grinned and said scornfully, "Do you think I can't attack you at this distance? In front of my martial spirit, any defense is futile."

As he talked, the rotten wooden horror thought, and for a moment, a transparent humanoid spirit emerged from his body and floated above his head.

This spirit body is exactly the same as Kuchiho, and there is no difference at all, and his face also has an inimitable smile.

"The god-level martial spirit of Kuchikiho-" The Ghost Ghost "! "

"Goodbye, still so shocking! For the first time, the soul and martial spirit of a warrior are fused together."

"That's right! This spirit body of Jun Muhao can directly attack the enemy with a soul. This kind of attack can ignore any physical defense. Soul attack. "

Facing the spirit body of Yu Muhao, Zhao Xuefeng did not hesitate at all, immediately fluttering his metal wings and flew towards the top speed.

However, this spiritual body of Kumuhao even followed Zhao Xuefeng and flew towards the sky, and even faster than Zhao Xuefeng!

This scene made many of the disciples in the League show a shocked expression.

"Kikuho's" Meng ghost clone "is stronger than ten years ago! "

"Yeah! Ten years ago, his" monstrous ghost "could not be ten meters off the ground and could not fly. This time he was able to go straight into the clouds. "

"And this time the" Meng ghost clone "is faster. It has broken through several times the speed of sound, making it more difficult to prevent. "

After hearing the words of these Alliance League disciples, most of the Alliance Wufu disciples' faces changed suddenly.

Jumuhao is so powerful, then Lin Yun and Wang Jizhong still have a chance?

The tenth-year-old Yukiho was already so powerful that they could hardly imagine how the champion Jianaotian ten years ago defeated him.

Everyone in the auditorium stretched their necks and looked up.

I saw the rotten spirit body almost turned into an afterimage, and in a flash I caught up with Zhao Xuefeng who flew into the air.

Like the same light, it instantly penetrated Zhao Xuefeng's hard sacred armor and pierced into his body.

The next second, Zhao Xuefeng issued a creepy scream.

Immediately afterwards, his body fell from the sky, like a meteorite falling, and slammed directly on the platform, smashing a deep pit with a diameter of ten meters.

This scene shocked everyone.

Because Lin Yun's defeat of Zhao Xuefeng had taken at least some time. However, facing Xueqihao's attack, Zhao Xuefeng was almost seconds, and even his will to resist was not up.

This is enough to prove how horrible the rotten wooden figure in the column of the strongest personal disciple.

The whole hall was silent. At the Eastern Throne of the gladiator arena, as the master of the refining ancestor, Zhao Tieshan couldn't help but stand up and looked at Zhao Xuefeng, who had lost consciousness, with anxiety on his face.

As soon as Jumu Hao thought about it, the spirit body emerged from Zhao Xuefeng's body, and then returned to Jumu Hao's body.

The rotten tree brow raised his eyes, it seemed that he felt Zhao Tieshan's gaze, turned his head, stared at Zhao Tieshan from a distance, and said in an unruly tone: "Zhao Zong, you can rest assured, both of you Disciple, I have certainty that I will not damage his soul. "

Hearing these words of Kuchiki, Zhao Tieshan was relieved.

After Yuki Hao stepped down from the ring, Ren Tianxing also instructed the deacon of the Holy Alliance to lift Zhao Xuefeng, and then announced the next game.

"In the fourth round of the finals, the tenth game, Jiang Yun played against the sword!"

In the rest area, Lin Yun and Jian Yan opened their eyes at the same time.

In this battle, Jian Yan has waited too long.

Indiscriminately, Lin Yun and Jian Yan both jumped and appeared on the ring.

"I heard that Brother Jian Yan has always wanted to fight Jiang Yun. Even before Jiang Yun had not participated in the knockout round, Brother Jian Yan noticed Jiang Yun."

"This battle is worth seeing! Brother Jianyan, as the chief core disciple of Divine Sword Sect, has reached the end of the 9th Emperor Wuhuang period. Even among the twelve personal disciples, few are his. opponent."

"The most powerful Jiang Yun is his defense. If Jian Yan can break through Jiang Yun's defense, this battle can be easily won."

The results of this game are still unpredictable. After all, although Jian Jian is strong, Lin Yun's performance in these games has exceeded everyone's expectations, almost defeating the opponent by crushing.

They are now in their hearts, unknowingly, and they have placed Lin Yun in the middle and upper ranks of their disciples.

Obviously, these comments from the audience did not affect the two on the ring.

Lin Yun was expressionless, and the sword words standing in front of him were frantic, and said very excitedly: "Jiang Yun, I have been waiting for this moment for a long time!"

"From the first time I met you in a restaurant, I knew you would be a strong opponent!"

"What ranking has nothing to do with me, I just want to see how powerful you are!"

During the speech, the sword in Jian Yan's hand made a buzzing hum, and even his entire body shivered with excitement.

"Can the game start?" Ren Tianxing looked at Lin Yun and Jian Yan separately. After the two nodded, Ren Tianxing also announced the official start of the game.

After the game started, Jian Yan raised the sword in his hand. With his thoughtfulness, the sword broke into countless pieces of blades, forming a looming sword shadow, fixed in the void.

"What is this holy weapon?" Qing Yi asked Xia Houyang with a puzzled expression.