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

Chapter 382

Seeing Luo Fanchen making a big splash in the ring, speaking arrogantly and without restraint, Lin Dingtian subconsciously felt that this kid and Guang Tongchen's old six Yinren skills were not up to par.

But now he was a little surprised and doubtful.

Why did he feel that something was wrong? Was this kid planning something deep?

Lin Dingtian was about to think deeply, but was suddenly interrupted by King Yu.

King Yu said indignantly: "Master Lin, this kid has obviously won, but he still wants to ravage that girl Lin. It's really hateful."

What does the matter of our sect have to do with you?

Are you the only one who has a mouth?

Lin Dingtian was cursing in his heart, but he smiled on his face: "Thank you King Yu for your concern."

"But it's good for my girl to lose once."

"It's better to lose in the ring than to die on the battlefield due to negligence."

King Yu cursed in his heart, is this old boy's temper made of mud?

Your adopted daughter was beaten up by a wild boy, and you are not angry?

Damn it.

King Yu began to think about how to lure King Tianwu away after the game to kill Luo Fanchen.

I am a vassal king of the empire, a ninth-level super-powerful man. It is as easy as killing an ant for me to condescend to kill a young junior.

No!

Be cautious in everything, and bring King Kuang with you.

King Yu looked at Luo Fanchen from afar, and a sinister and cold light flashed in his eyes.

Be proud and enjoy your last pleasure. I will soon tell you what true despair is. No matter how powerful a genius is, he must grow up.

At this moment, the number of supporters of Ye Wudao and Jian Jiujue in the arena skyrocketed.

Except for Qianlong City, the people of all cities hope that the two geniuses can enforce justice and beat this hateful guy hard.

"How dare he hit our goddess!!"

"Damn it! Fairy Lin has already made a request, but this guy still won't accept it?"

"Rejected! He actually dared to refuse!"

"A man like this will never find a girlfriend in his life!"

Everyone was cursing when they saw Luo Fanchen returning to the waiting area.

The twin sisters, the hot princess, the cute girl Lin Keke, and Miao Teng'er were all smiling and quickly surrounded him.

Each one was more beautiful than the other.

Everyone felt a pang of pain in their hearts, holding their chests tightly, and they were so heartbroken that they couldn't breathe.

It was too heartbreaking.

As for the audience in Qianlong City, they were almost fainting with happiness.

The team championship was already surprising and satisfying enough.

Now Luo Fanchen defeated Lin Shengyi in the semi-finals and was firmly in the top three.

You should know that the top three are not just as simple as generous rewards. The names on the gold list will be hung high on the walls of the cities of Canglong Empire for the world to admire. What a great honor.

They are also proud of it.

Now it depends on Luo Fanchen's last two games.

Soon, the second game of the semi-finals started.

Ye Wudao played against Jian Jiujue. In the last session, these two took the first and second place, which naturally attracted the attention of all the audience, and they were curious about who would win and who would lose.

"Keng!"

"Roar——"

The swords rang out, the dragons roared loudly, and the battle between the two top geniuses was about to start.

Lin Shengyi was still in a trance, not caring about the battle on the stage at all. Her eyes were absent-minded, as if she was thinking about something, and she walked back to the waiting area of ​​Yanyun City.

"Sister!"

"Sister, are you okay!"

The members of the Lin family surrounded her, but Lin Shengyi did not react at all, as if she was immersed in another world and did not hear everyone talking.

Lin Qianjue felt bitter in his mouth.

After him, his sister was also defeated.

I thought I could become famous the first time I came out of the mountain, but I didn't expect to be defeated by Luo Fanchen. It turned out that there are always people who are better than you.

He suddenly remembered the words of the elder when Miss Coco mentioned Luo Fanchen for the first time. He secretly glanced at the elder and saw that his face was livid. He closed his mouth with guilt.

"Shengyi, how do you feel!"

The third elder said with concern: "It doesn't matter if you lose this time. Let that kid win once by chance, and we will win back next time."

Lin Shengyi shook her head: "It's useless."

"I can't beat him no matter how many times I come. My methods are too monotonous."

"Uh..." The third elder was speechless.

The elder said coldly and sternly: "Shengyi, what do you mean by what you said just now?"

Lin Shengyi took a deep breath and bit her jade lips under the veil.

He glanced at Lin Dingtian in the sky, and then made up his mind to say to the elder:

"Elder, Shengyi wants to leave the sect."

Lin Shengyi's light but firm words quickly caused an earthquake in the crowd.

The elder's pupils contracted: "What did you say just now?"

Lin Shengyi said: "I feel that my previous path of cultivation was wrong. I want to leave the sect and pursue my own auxiliary path."

The elders and clansmen widened their eyes and were all shocked by LinShengyi was shocked by his crazy idea.

The elder frowned, and the third elder asked in surprise: "Where are you going after leaving the sect?"

Lin Shengyi's beautiful eyes were as quiet as autumn water, staring in the direction of the Qianlong City team.

No way?

Everyone was shocked, and they couldn't believe the speculation in their hearts.

"Zheng!"

A loud sword sound came from the ring, and everyone's thinking was interrupted.

Jian Jiujue raised his sword eyebrows, his expression was cold and focused, a wooden sword was suspended in front of his head, releasing a sword energy shield, protecting his body for three feet.

In the darkness behind him, a dark abyss phantom appeared, with seven stars looming in it, and there was a hidden dragon swimming in it.

The terrifying sword intent was brewing in the abyss, and it was about to burst out.

It was bound to strike a shocking blow.

Jian Jiujue said in a deep voice: "Ye Wudao, I have been waiting for this sword for a year."

The emperor's grandson Ye Wudao's dragon robe fluttered, his black hair fluttered, and his blue eyes flashed with a domineering and confident fierce light:

"No need to say more, you have already lost, and you won't even have the chance to draw your sword."

The audience exclaimed in unison, and Ye Wudao waved his hand and actually withdrew the martial soul.

The soul ring was withdrawn, and the dragon scales attached to the body surface all faded away.

Just when everyone didn't know what he was going to do, Ye Wudao's right arm lit up with a blue-black light, shining brightly, and a dragon roar sounded.

"Soul bone?"

"Real dragon soul bone?"

Ye Wudao disappeared on the spot, turned into a residual image, and appeared in front of Jian Jiujue in the blink of an eye.

A punch fell, and a blue-black dragon phantom rushed out from his arm.

Jian Jiujue's eyes were boiling with sword intent, and the wooden sword hummed, releasing a large amount of sword light defense, confident that he could block the opponent's attack.

The shocking sword brewing behind him was about to be released.

Then the victory would surely belong to him.

Unexpectedly, the dark blue dragon shadow circled in the air, connected head and tail, turned into a halo, fell down, sank into the sword energy shield, and entered his body.

"What kind of trick is this?"

Jian Jiujue's pupils shrank. He didn't expect that the opponent's attack could ignore his defense. At the same time, his breath weakened visibly.

The soul power breath weakened from comparable to the soul emperor, and was even worse than the fourth-level soul master.

Everything came so suddenly that he didn't expect it.

And Ye Wudao snorted coldly, and the fist light arrived, like a blue dragon roaring, and a punch fell.

The weakened sword energy shield suddenly exploded, and even though Jian Jiujue retreated, his fist quickly chiseled his shoulder. Jian Jiujue groaned and flew backwards.

He turned over and was about to draw his sword and perform a powerful shocking blow.

As a result, the weakened speed could not keep up with Ye Wudao at all.

The opponent came to him quickly, kneeled on Jian Jiujue's chest, and grabbed his neck with his big hand, which was as unshakable as an iron clamp.

Ye Wudao's blue eyes were full of domineering intent, and he said coldly:

"You lost."

"You!"

Jian Jiujue had difficulty breathing and was unwilling to give up.

The sword behind him rang loudly, and his martial spirit was unyielding, but he knew very well that the victory and defeat had been decided. If he didn't give up, the opponent would strangle his neck without hesitation.

He was full of unwillingness and gritted his teeth and said, "Referee, I lost."

The whole audience was in an uproar.

No one expected that it was a peak duel, but Master Jian was defeated so easily.

The people of Jianwang City were heartbroken, and the female fans were crying and couldn't accept this fact.

In the sky,

King Yan, King Tianwu and others frowned, all of them were shocked by the soul skills that Ye Wudao had just released. Jian Yixing even stood up and stared at the ring.

"My son... lost already?"

"Bang!"

Until the referee announced the victory, Ye Wudao shook off Jian Jiujue, shook his head, stood up straight, and slowly smoothed the dust off his dragon robe.

Amid the cheers of the nobles of the Imperial City, his pupils looked at Luo Fanchen coldly.

It was as if he was looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

He smiled, and the whole audience was silent, wanting to hear what the first prodigy of the empire had to say.

"Luo Fanchen, don't worry, it will be your turn soon. The account of the team competition should be settled."

However, Luo Fanchen ignored him and ignored him without even a glance.

He patted Ye Youling's black skirt wrapped hips next to him. The other party pinched the juicy and red cherry, and was shocked by Ye Wudao's weird soul bone skills just now:

"What are you standing there for? Can you be scared by such a thing? Keep feeding."

Ye Wudao stepped down and was stopped by Jian Jiujue who stood up:

"What did you do just now?"

Ye Wudao sneered: "It doesn't matter if I tell you."

"My royal family's collection of top-grade dragon soul bones, soul bone skills: Dead Wood Dragon Void, can weaken the enemy's combat power by 90%."

"Weaken the combat power by 90%?"

Not only Jian Jiujue was frightened, but all the audience were frightened.

"This...Divine skill?"

"Even if this skill has unknown limitations, it is too terrifying."

"This grandson of Emperor Ye is extremely terrifying. This year, he has such a perverted divine skill. How can others fight?"

The old men in the imperial city breathed rapidly, their faces flushed, and cheered excitedly:

"Champion, champion is stable! !"

Jian Yixing and others looked at the crown prince Ye Fuyao, with helpless smiles on their faces.

"I didn't expect that the royal family still has such a powerful soul bone."

"My son didn't lose unfairly."

On the stage, Ye Wudao looked at the players with disdain, like an emperor inspecting all the players.

"Jian Jiujue, I know that you have been using the wooden sword for more than 300 days this year, and you have never summoned your martial soul. You have been practicing the sword-drawing technique for today's attack."

"But, you are destined to have no chance to draw your sword. "

Jian Jiujue was trembling all over, his sword heart was shaking, and his mouth was extremely bitter.

He really didn't want to lose again.

"Don't you understand?" Ye Wudao's blue pupils were full of divine light: "My ambition is not here, the Empire War is just a warm-up, the World Championship is my stage."

The audience was shocked by the domineering aura emanating from Ye Wudao.

The power of the ancient blue dragon faintly emanating from the opponent's body made people feel a chill in their hearts.

Jian Jiujue held the sword tightly and watched Ye Wudao's back as he stepped down.

"Lose again?"

"No!"

"I still have a chance. "

Jian Jiujue's eyes regained their spirit, and he pointed his sword at Luo Fanchen.

The losers of the two battles in the semi-finals will fight the winners of the other battle respectively.

The winners will enter the finals to compete for the top two places, and the losers will compete for the third and fourth places.

An absolutely fair battle.

As long as he defeats Luo Fanchen, he will have a chance to fight Ye Wudao again.

As time goes by, the sky gradually gets darker.

The bright moon, hanging high above the dark sky, exudes a cold and ethereal silver light, covering the vast fighting field with a layer of hazy and dreamy white gauze.

The dragon-shaped bonfires are burning all around, and the flames are shining in the sky.

Amid the eager anticipation of the audience, the third game of the semi-finals kicked off.

"Jianwang City: Jian Jiu Absolute Formation Qianlong City: Luo Fanchen! ! "

"The winner enters the finals, please come on stage. ”

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The top four teams are crossed. Otherwise, in the final, two Soul Emperors are in one group and two Soul Lords are in one group. Is it fair that the Soul Emperors who lose can only compete for the third place? Or if the two thousand attributes are restrained in one group, if the only goal is to compete for the championship, there is no need to be serious about the second and third place not getting rewards.

For example, in football and basketball, there is only a champion but no runner-up. This doesn't matter.