blogombal Chapter 785
Chapter 785
"Seventh Soul Skill: Golden Feather·True Form of Sky Falcon!"
"Fifth Soul Skill: Extreme Shadow·High-Speed Teleportation!"
"Eighth Soul Skill: Blade Wings·Feather Blade Instant Shadow Kill!"
Everyone saw golden lightning flashing across the ring filled with azure sea water.
At this time, Jin Chi had already killed in front of Long Youwei.
The weak wizard was in close combat with an assassin with extremely strong lethality. Everyone knew what the consequences would be.
Jin Chi, who had been frustrated for the whole game, cut off his waist with his feather wings like a knife, full of cold light.
"Stinky bitch, I have tolerated you for a long time!"
"Dang!"
The feather knife slashed on Long Youwei's slender and soft waist, but it made a clanging sound, and ice chips flew away. The whole audience looked at it in surprise, because at some point, Long Youwei's whole body was covered with a layer of cold and silent ice lotus armor.
Behind her, there was a faint trace of a mermaid martial spirit with extraordinary temperament, cold and beautiful.
"Hmm?"
Not to mention the others, even Luo Fanchen was surprised.
If it was a twin spirit, it would be fine.
Why did the two spirits of the three princesses look exactly the same, but with a slightly different temperament, one with a mermaid tail, and the other with a pair of beautiful legs hidden under the skirt.
It was the first time he saw such a scene.
He was going to ask Feng Shatian, but turned around and found that this guy was also confused.
The eyes of the top bosses in the sky also became solemn.
They noticed that Long Youwei was unusual.
Soul beast re-cultivation?
No,
The truth may be far more terrifying than soul beast re-cultivation.
Jin Chi didn't believe in evil, flew into the sky, turned into a golden tornado, and slashed out 18 times in a row, each one more powerful than the previous one. As a result, he found that the ice lotus armor seemed to be getting thicker and thicker, as if it could absorb his attack power and transform it into cold air to increase itself.
Facing Long Youwei's eyes, Jin Chi couldn't help but shiver.
Cold,
Too cold,
For a moment, those eyes seemed to have lost human emotions, as if seeing the Ice Queen, the Grim Reaper of Hell.
"Sixth Soul Skill: Crystal Lotus Withering·Flooding Flame."
As Long Youwei raised her hand, ice lotuses bloomed, blooming in an instant, and quickly withered, turning into countless ice water, spreading towards Jin Chi, and burning with ice-blue flames. There was no high temperature baking, only endless cold.
"Impossible!"
Jin Chi dodged desperately and was quickly frozen into an ice sculpture. His last cry seemed to be that he couldn't believe it at all. As a level eight, he would be suppressed so badly by a woman. Every knife scraped his skin, not to mention breaking the defense, he couldn't even touch the hair.
Under the attention of the whole audience,
Long Youwei, the second person to advance to the top six.
When the two martial spirits retreated, the beautiful face regained its soft and delicate state, shaking gently: "Alas, Youwei really doesn't like fighting, why do you force me to fight."
She glanced in the direction of Luo Fanchen,
Huh,
but soon stopped looking and curled her lips in disgust.
The strength is a bit interesting, but she is too ugly, not even up to the average level of the deep sea royal family.
After another glance at the remaining players,
Long Youwei sighed: "Alas, let's not talk about whether we can fight or not, are all mainlanders ugly?"
Are you polite?
Seeing the murderous eyes around her staring at her,
Long Youwei was not as cold and domineering as when she attacked, and covered her ruddy mouth: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't say that, but it's really ugly, there is not a single one who can fight."
This scene made countless people heartbroken,
It can be seen that this woman does not seem to be deliberately mocking, but really speaking from the heart.
It hurts even more for a moment.
Luo Fanchen doesn't feel anything.
What does it have to do with me, Luo Fanchen, and the readers?
This scene is similar to the Yanhu in Qingqiu.
I don't know when Jiuer will become a heavenly fox with nine lives.
I just want to try the fox.
Is it that difficult?
"Boom!"
The battle is still going on. Thunder rolls and thunders. The terrifying power of thunder and lightning bombards the arena, like a punishment from heaven.
The Knight of Heaven's Punishment, wearing purple-gold thunder-patterned armor, is like a god descending from heaven. He releases rolling thunder balls with every move, bombarding Brother Zhan Yingying and the colorful purple-haired Zhan Bahuang holding a halberd.
"Eighth Soul Skill: Destruction of the Eight Desolations·Clearing the Jade Sky!"
Zhan Bahuang's colorful hair stood up, and a halberd burst out with earth-shaking gray destructive power, strangling the Heavenly Punishment Knight Lei Zhenyu.
The Heavenly Punishment Knight floated up into the air, opened his arms, and turned his back to the rolling thunder.
"The True Body of the Thunder Lord·Heavenly Thunder Descends!"
At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into the God of Thunder, and endless thunder fell, accompanied by a shrill cry of "Fuck you grandpa", and Zhan Bahuang lay on the charred ground.
The whole audience was shocked.
Zhan Doudou saw this scene, and his reckless attitude seemed to fade.A few minutes later, that empty eye socket overflowed with a trace of sadness, but soon, with big yellow teeth bared, she took her grandson back as if nothing had happened.
Zhan Yingying remained silent,
Seeing Yang Jinghong waving at her in the distance, she was in no mood to pay attention.
Stinky golden hair, didn't you see that my mother's family was unhappy because they lost the game.
Luo Fanchen stared at the purple-haired man in armor that appeared behind Lei Zhenyu. His status was indeed ridiculously high, completely different from ordinary martial spirits.
The aura of this person,
seemed to be the same as Meimei, slightly higher than the ones behind Xiao Fengxian and Huang Ning'er.
God's favor?
Seeing such a terrifying temple knight, Feng Shatian and Feng Jiantang wanted to ask Luo Fanchen if he was sure, but they found that this guy was not only not afraid, but also showed an excited smile at the corner of his mouth?
Damn!
The enemy is so fierce, why are you still excited?
Xiao Fengxian secretly watched the man and thought to herself,
He has not used his full strength for a long time. This guy must have been holding back and itching to show off his skills.
The bright moon retreated and the sun rose in the east, but the blood-colored clouds covering the sky seemed to be thicker.
Accompanying Luo Fanchen, Princess Long San and the Knight of Heavenly Punishment successively advanced,
Hundreds of ghosts paraded on the stage, and the black fog surged,
There was a faint shock of stunning spear light, but it was soon covered by the deathly aura of ghosts crying and wolves howling,
Finally, the black fog retreated, and the first commander of the Shenxiao Camp, Yang Nie, a commoner, was bleeding from all seven orifices. He supported his body with difficulty by holding the spear, and the last stubbornness made him hold his body strong and not fall down.
Gui Miesheng sighed hoarsely: "Your spear skills are good. If you meet other people, you may have the strength to fight, but it's a pity that you met me."
Yang Nie smiled bitterly, and blood flowed out of his mouth.
He wanted to look back, but he was too embarrassed to do so. He wanted to win first place and prove to the young lady that he was no worse than the dead Luo Fanchen.
But...
Only after participating in the competition did he realize that he, a monster in the eyes of others, was no different from a sheep compared to these monsters.
At this time,
Yang Xiruo's frail and beautiful eyes were firmly locked on Yang Jinghong, who was cheering up the little monk who was about to go on stage.
After his first commander returned in defeat, this kid pretended to wipe his eyes and howled in a mourning manner, and then nothing happened.
Yang Xiruo bit her red lips, her slender jade fingers trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes trembled slightly.
He,
Is he really not dead!
He could actually survive such a deadly situation? ?
The little monk came on stage with a wine jug, his face flushed from drinking. He faced the one-armed fierce king who also entered the top 12. The opponent started to use his ultimate skill without thinking.
As a result, the little monk turned into a golden Buddha, with the Buddha Palm in his left hand and the sixth soul skill in his right hand: the sun scorching, the drunken Buddha Arhat Fist! He was defeated in seconds.
The mangdangshan 奆zi lay on the ring, shedding sad and helpless tears.
How could anyone bully him!
In the last game, the three-conscious fairy boy faced Lin Wuji.
The strongest person in the Lin family summoned an iron-blooded battle flag, which was majestic and majestic, and the fighting spirit was roaring. The scene was spectacular, but the fairy boy's crystal pupils glared, and the pupil power fluctuations turned into countless silk threads, outlining a spiritual world in the void, and countless people shouted "Wow".
"How is this possible!"
"Spiritual power solidified, extraordinary spiritual power???"
Even Lin Dingtian and the others were moved: "How did this kid cultivate his spiritual power? Did he break the shackles of his spiritual power and break through to the extraordinary level?"
The spiritual world exploded, and the iron-blooded battle flag dimmed in an instant, and the fighting spirit wailed.
"Eighth Soul Skill: Beacon Fire and Smoke·Flag of the World!"
"Emperor Eye Secret Skill: Illusion Evolution·Nine-Layered Holy Spirit Breaking!"
In an instant, the arena turned into darkness, and countless crystal pupils opened their eyes, turning into a nine-layered illusory spiritual world, covering everything, and then exploded.
Lin Dingtian secretly thought it was not good,
The next moment, he saw Lin Wuji on the arena close his eyes, half-kneeling on the ground, and fainted.
Yang Mie's eyes were indifferent, and he shook his head in disappointment: "Master asked me to come out to broaden my horizons, but the pride of the continent has become so weak."
As soon as these words came out, the crowd was excited.
He looked at Luo Fanchen and said, "I hope you, a lunatic, won't let me down. Please me as much as you can."
Luo Fanchen yawned, too lazy to look at him, admiring the morning glow in the distance.
The chest of the Three Senses Fairy Child was stuffy,
Then he saw the golden-haired young master raised his middle finger: "Stupid, you look down on the mainland people outside, right? Wait for you to eat shit."
Yang Mie was not angry, but instead curled his lips, pointed at his tightly closed eyebrows and smiled: "Interesting, I am looking forward to what you say."
The four major war zones and the hidden sects fought with more than 30 of the strongest geniuses below the extraordinary. After a fierce battle, six people finally qualified, which was completely unique.
In the blood demon camp on the northwest front in the distance, the silent black fog was faintly rolling.In the fourth round, the competition between the top six and the top three entered a fierce battle.
The competition between the top three in this world,
The result of the draw was announced,
The moment the three-conscious fairy boy got the result of the draw, a teasing smile appeared on his lips...
"Great!"
"Great!"