Twin god-level martial spirits shocked the Demon Emperor’s wife!

The whole place was silent, only Luo Fanchen's voice echoed.

"Let me meet you!"

A loud shout came from the Yanyun City team.

A graceful figure of a wind-chasing young man jumped onto the stage and stood opposite Luo Fanchen.

Feng Nieyuan, level 39, martial spirit white whirlwind.

The moment he stepped onto the stage, he was possessed by the martial spirit.

Small hurricanes surged from his limbs, and three yellow and purple soul rings were pulsating under his feet.

Luo Fanchen didn't react much, and said, "Referee."

The referee's mouth twitched.

In previous years, the defending contestants were eager to start the next game later, so that they could have more time to recover their strength.

This guy is too impatient.

"Ding!"

The sound of the golden gong made everyone's eyes widen.

Observe carefully.

The battle just now ended too quickly, and it passed in a flash. They couldn't guess Luo Fanchen's true strength.

"Whoosh--"

The hurricane howled, and Feng Nieyuan retreated at the first time, keeping a distance from Luo Fanchen.

He didn't intend to fight head-on, but wanted to observe first.

"Boom!"

Luo Fanchen's feet spun and bounced out from the spot.

Feng Nieyuan was not panicked at all, and the three soul rings under his feet flashed one after another.

"Wind Walking Technique."

"Wall of Breath of Wind."

"Wind Wolf Shuriken."

His whole body was covered with bluish-white gusts of wind, and his speed suddenly increased by 40%.

He opened his mouth and spit out a strong wind.

A white wind wall composed of countless air currents stood up, blocking Luo Fanchen's attack route.

At the same time, several rapidly rotating shurikens condensed in his palms, and with a flick of his arm, the shurikens flew out and quickly enlarged in the air, like a howling head of a greedy wolf.

"Fuck, this guy is so good at hiding!"

"He has a nine-level advantage, but he just unleashed all his soul skills on a level 30 auxiliary, and he hid so far away? Don't you have any face?"

"This is called being cunning! The one above doesn't look like a serious auxiliary at all."

"What kind of auxiliary can kill a level 41 soul master in one second!"

Captain Zhou Ji nodded and praised: "Xiao Feng did a good job. First, open up the space to consume some energy. Just find out the details of this guy. It doesn't matter if you lose."

"Indeed, it's a very smart move." Zhou Dian smiled and nodded.

"Boom boom!"

The roar came, and the faces of Zhou Ji brothers changed:

"Fuck."

"How is it possible!"

"Is this guy born with supernatural power?"

On the stage, Luo Fanchen chased Feng Nieyuan all the way. He didn't even look at the wind wolf shuriken that broke through the air and smashed them with his fists.

He didn't even hide from the wind breath wall that blocked his way, and rushed into it directly.

Even with the turbulent wind pulling him from the wall, his speed did not slow down at all.

He kept closing the distance with his opponent.

"It's bad."

Feng Nieyuan secretly cried out that it was not good, and he didn't care whether it was embarrassing or not, and he ran away desperately on the ring.

"It seems that with my speed, I can only delay for a while."

"Boom--"

Just as he thought so, a dark red light burst out from behind Luo Fanchen.

His speed suddenly increased, and he accelerated twice.

In the blink of an eye, he moved a distance of nine meters, and rushed to the front, Feng Nieyuan's pupils contracted.

"How could it be so..."

Before he said the word "fast", Luo Fanchen's simple and unpretentious heavy punch had already arrived.

"Bang!"

"Crack--"

He blocked with his arm, and there was a sound of broken bones.

The whole person flew diagonally upward, drawing a perfect parabola.

He fell on the tungsten ring.

"Puff."

Feng Nieyuan spat out blood from his mouth, struggled to get up, and then fell down again powerlessly.

His arms kept stinging, and his forehead was sweating from the pain.

"Swoosh!"

A pair of shoes appeared in front of him, and he looked up.

He shuddered in fear.

The handsome young man, who looked like a fallen immortal, was like a demon in his eyes, too cruel.

"Referee, help!"

"I give up!"

"The assistant is going to kill someone."

Feng Nieyuan shouted in panic, fearing that he would be too late and Luo Fanchen would score twice.

He kicked him away.

Luo Fanchen slowly raised his hand, and the referee flew down and announced the winner:

"In the second game, Qianlongcheng Luo Fanchen wins!"

"Swish!"

The shrunken Qinglian martial spirit in Luo Fanchen's palm emerged and shot out green light.

It hit Feng Nieyuan's head.

The referee was shocked.

He has been hosting competitions for many years, and he has never seen anyone prescribe treatment to the enemy in a personal competition.

Don't you value your soul power? ? ?

How could he know that others' level 30 Dantian is a soul power lake, while Luo Fanchen, who has broken through the limit three times, is a soul sea

.

Feng Nieyuan felt the pain ease, his strength recovered, and his mouth opened.

He was confused.

Did I blame him wrongly? ? ?

Of course, this is not the point.

The point is, you don't use healing magic, I almost forgot that you are a support.

Isn't this a reminder that I was beaten by a support.

Feng Nieyuan's mentality collapsed.

His injuries have healed, but it's too embarrassing to lie on the ground and don't want to get up.

"Thank you..."

Luo Fanchen put away the Qinglian martial soul, shook his head, and interrupted the other party:

"Level 39."

"Not so good."

"???"

Feng Nieyuan was heartbroken, hugged himself with his arms, and didn't want to face the world under the stage.

Luo Fanchen frowned.

"Get out."

"Don't take up space."

He knew that the other party was already healed, but he just refused to leave.

He raised his leg and kicked the other party down, which was much lighter than Tianlei City's attack.

"Are you okay?" Yun Bujing came over to help his good brother.

"Don't come over, I want to be quiet, let me lie down for a while!"

Feng Nieyuan held his head with both hands. It was fine that he couldn't beat the level 30 auxiliary, but what he couldn't stand was that he was shameless and started hiding when he came on the field, and he didn't even run.

"Fuck."

"Being beaten up, and then treating people?"

"Fuck, what kind of outrageous operation is this? It doesn't hurt much, but it is extremely insulting."

Before the audience burst into heated discussions, Luo Fanchen on the stage looked at Tianlei City with a cold look.

"Who's coming up."

The people of Tianlei City met the deep black eyes, and they were inexplicably chilled.

You look at me, I look at you.

Jun Wuhui was still sitting cross-legged in the back to regulate his breath, and his disordered spirit was gradually recovering.

"Fuck, I'm going!"

Lei Sheng jumped onto the ring and released the saber-toothed thunder dragon martial spirit. His bones crackled all over his body, a purple horn grew on his forehead, and his cheeks were covered with scales.

Four circles of yellow and purple soul rings moved up and down.

He stared at the front with angry eyes: "Today I want to see what kind of monster you are."

"Fourth soul skill: Thunder Dragon Transformation."

After the fusion of human and soul, Lei Sheng's body, which was already nearly two meters tall, swelled again.

His arms evolved to be extra thick, covered with dense scales, like dragon claws.

The lightning surged, exuding a terrible sense of power.

He was like a human-shaped beast, running and trampling, waving his thick dragon arms flashing with lightning, his eyes were manic, and he wanted to beat Luo Fanchen to pieces.

Compared with the nearly two-meter-five giant figure, Luo Fanchen looked much thinner.

The three vassal kings, all the team members and all the people watched intently.

They wanted to know how Luo Fanchen would deal with such a fierce attack.

Unexpectedly, he just stood there.

Facing the fierce attack of the attacking spirit master, he did not dodge or evade, but raised his hand to block it.

"Hahaha."

"Idiot, do you really think I'm like those losers just now?"

Lei Sheng laughed.

He was originally afraid that Luo Fanchen had a trump card, but now it seems that he was just born with supernatural power.

At this time, he had already attacked close to him, and slapped Luo Fanchen's arms with his right arm claws, trying to break them all.

"I'm fourteen levels stronger than you, let's see how you can block it!!!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, the two sides slammed into each other, and the venue shook.

"This..."

The audience's eyes widened, looking at the field in disbelief.

Lei Sheng's smile stopped abruptly, and he stared at the front. Luo Fanchen didn't move at all, just raised one arm to block his attack.

Luo Fanchen looked up, his eyes were calm, and he spoke slowly.

"Is it just this level?"

"Looking for death!"

Lei Sheng's face was ferocious.

He didn't believe that he couldn't shake this guy even with the amplification of the fourth soul skill.

He gritted his teeth and exerted his strength desperately.

However, all the strength was like a drop in the ocean, unable to move Luo Fanchen at all.

Luo Fanchen said: "Not enough."

"Ah!"

"I don't believe it!!"

Lei Sheng roared wildly, his self-esteem suffered a great setback.

Jun Wuhui didn't come, he was the captain, couldn't shake a level 30 soul master?

His soul power was vented wildly, and the other three soul rings under his feet lit up.

His strength surged.

"Too bad."

Luo Fanchen closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to look at the other party again.

The deep red color on his back was very bright, and the unicorn roared.

The five internal organs burst into light, and the power of the five elements was endless, blessing the body.

Lei Sheng's tall body turned into a dragon shook, and he felt a monstrous strange force coming from his arms.

He couldn't control his trembling.

"Impossible!"

"I don't accept it!!!"

"Heh." Luo Fanchen sneered:

"Since you don't accept it, then--"

"Kneel down."

"Boom!"

Luo Fanchen's shirt exploded, and the unicorn tattoo on his back was clearly visible, with unparalleled magic, as if it was about to jump out.

The one holding the front end of the dragon claw tightly

The palm of his hand yanked downwards.

"Plop."

Under the unmatched strength and might of the Qilin,

Lei Sheng's soul was extinguished, his arm exploded, and his knees collapsed.

He fell to the ground by inertia and knelt in front of Luo Fanchen, his big eyes like copper bells were bloodshot.

He was filled with disbelief.