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

Chapter 360

"His Highness Wudao!!!"

"Young Master Jian!"

In the grand fighting arena, the voices of the female fans were particularly harsh.

Although Luo Fanchen's appearance was amazing, Jian Jiujue and Ye Wudao still had more supporters.

It was because his past achievements were too impressive.

Although Luo Fanchen's performance was also amazing, he was just a supporting player anyway.

The appeal to the female fans in the arena was greatly reduced. After all, the Soul Martial Continent still respected strength, and the family backgrounds of Ye Wudao and Jian Jiujue were also amazing.

In comparison, the "dark horse" Luo Fanchen looked much shabby.

Under the dark night, the fighting arena was brightly lit by flames, and the atmosphere was full.

After the three final teams took the stage one after another, the emcee retreated behind the scenes.

The crown prince Ye Fuyao on the sky stood up, and after a brief speech, he announced majestically:

"Canglong Empire, the team battle finals officially begins!!!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Ye Longhe and others immediately burst out their momentum, released their martial spirits, united their souls, shrank their formations, and prepared for battle.

The firelight was reflected in their wide-open black eyes, and their hearts were excited.

Their palms were sweating from nervousness, but their chests were boiling with passion.

Team finals!

They could stand on the finals stage one day and compete with the other two top teams of the Canglong Empire. It was so exciting.

Ye Longhe and others cherished this opportunity to fight with the strong and improve themselves.

But what surprised them was that the two teams of Canglong Emperor City and Jianwang City did not move at all, and the two teams stared at each other quietly.

They didn't see their third team at all and ignored it.

The atmosphere on the stage suddenly became awkward.

Some audience members outside the stadium were confused and asked hesitantly: "What's going on?"

"What else could it be? Whether it's Emperor City or Sword King City, they didn't take Qianlong City seriously at all."

Someone frowned: "That's too much. Qianlong City is still very powerful!"

The audience in Emperor City raised their eyebrows and smiled: "Who said they don't have the power?"

"It's just that compared with our Emperor City and Sword King City, the level is a little lower."

"There's no way. Their Qianlong City is too poor. Even if there are geniuses, they don't have the resources to spend. The difference is too big and there's no comparison."

The "noble masters" of Emperor City inadvertently revealed a high-handed sense of superiority, and felt from the bottom of their hearts that people in small cities couldn't get up to the level.

The boos from the audience and the disregard on the field made Ye Longhe and others feel embarrassed and at a loss.

Looking back at the backbone, he asked anxiously: "Godfather, what should we do now?"

Luo Fanchen yawned and felt a little sleepy after eating too much fruit.

"Don't talk, just watch the show."

Yang Meng clenched the dragon scale spear, ashamed and humiliated: "They don't take us seriously."

Luo Fanchen rolled his eyes: "It's better if no one pays attention to us."

"Do you have to besiege you to show respect?"

Yang Meng was stunned.

What do young people do outside?

Face!!

Heads can be cut off, blood can be shed, but face cannot be lost!!

The brain circuit of the godfather seems to be different from that of normal young people. Isn't this passionate?

Only the inside?

The two teams of Emperor City and Sword King City stared at each other, and sparks seemed to be struck in the air.

In the last team competition, Sword King City was slightly inferior and lost to Emperor City.

It can be said that the two teams have been grudges for a long time.

For countless years, basically the top two teams in every team competition are these two teams, and no one else can intervene. The foundation is not ordinary.

The young man in plain clothes carrying a wooden sword, with sword intent flowing in his eyes, said in a low and steady voice:

"Ye Wudao, this year, our Sword King City will not lose again."

"Hehe."

Ye Wudao on the opposite side sneered, his dragon robe fluttering, and his blue vertical pupils revealed a domineering and confident light:

"You will still lose this year."

"I haven't lost for a long time, I hope you can bring me pressure."

"Don't let me down."

"Keng!"

The wooden sword vibrated, making a sword sound, and floated in front of Jian Jiujue.

Jian Jiujue raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and in an instant, the plain clothes blew, and the sword energy was everywhere in the arena.

"Roar--"

At the same time, the emperor's grandson Ye Wudao's mouth rang out a high-pitched dragon roar,

shaking the whole arena.

"Boom boom boom!"

One team's sword energy soared to the sky, full of sharpness, while the other team's blood boiled, with a surging fighting spirit, charging towards the center of the arena and colliding with each other.

More than 200,000 spectators were amazed by the two teams in just a moment.

They held their breath, not wanting to miss any details.

"Fuck, they start with a big move? The legendary Canglong Jinghuang Formation of the Imperial City?"

"The Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Formation of the Sword King City is not inferior!!!"

"Too fierce, this is the strength and foundation that a top team should have!"

Energy exploded on the stage, and dragons roared and swords rang.

The third teamWu was unknown, as if he had been forgotten by the whole world.

The cheering group of Qianlong City was silent, and the pressure was full.

They had a bitter taste in their mouths, a bitter feeling of country people watching the luxurious life of city people.

Too strong!

The genius was a demon, and the resource training was something they could never match.

Qianlong City had won all the way. They had previously longed to fantasize that Qianlong City could win the championship, but found that these two teams were really too strong.

The dream was full, but the reality was powerless.

But the loss was only temporary.

They thought that they should be content and grateful to Luo Fanchen. Being able to come here was already a record-breaking thing, so why should they be greedy and extravagant?

The people who came from Qianlong City thousands of miles away stood up one after another, regardless of the strange eyes of others, and shouted loudly to cheer for Luo Fanchen and others.

"Fuck, if you didn't shout a few times, I almost forgot that there was Qianlong City on the stage."

"No, you all should take a break, can Qianlong City win by shouting a few times?"

"The miracle ends here."

Most of the people who made sarcastic remarks were from the audience of Xiyu City and Kuangyan City.

"Zhao, if you can't afford to lose, stop talking."

The audience of other royal cities couldn't stand it anymore and spoke angrily.

To be honest, they all admire Qianlong City, which stumbled all the way and relied on Luo Fanchen's difficult support to make it to the finals.

Although they have never had a good impression of Luo Fanchen who was strolling around Tongtian Tower, they all recognized his ability as a supporter, and he can be called the best supporter in this competition.

After all, even though Lin Shengyi was very strong, he failed to lead the team to the finals.

"Bang——"

The two royal cities fought for a long time and finally separated.

Ye Wudao and Jian Jiujue were in a transcendent aura, and their fighting spirit continued to boil, without any weakness.

The teammates behind them were all panting.

The soul rings were dim, and the consumption was too great.

Sighing that these two captains were inhuman in terms of combat power and endurance.

Ye Wudao's blue vertical pupils were full of satisfaction.

"Not bad."

"Compared to last year, you have also improved, Jian Jiujue, why don't you draw your sword?"

Jian Jiujue had several more dragon claw scratches on his wooden sword, and shook his head and said:

"Take out your Canglong secret technique and break it first."

"Boom!"

The sword hissed, the dragon roared, Ye Wudao and Jian Jiujue left their teammates behind, and there was only each other in their eyes, no one else, and they fought again.

The other members of the two teams were panting, taking the time to recover their physical strength, and glaring at the other team members.

But suddenly, a calm comment was heard from the side.

Turned his head to look.

Ye Longhe and others shrank their formation, just like the crowd, listening to Luo Fanchen's analysis of the battle, nodding their heads from time to time.

"Look at Jian Jiujue, his moves are exquisite, but he is too rigid when he breaks and picks the sword, which affects the speed of the sword."

The members of Jianwang City widened their eyes, this kid is really bold.

The members of Dicheng were about to make fun of them, look, anyone can comment on you.

In the end, they were also "poisonous".

Luo Fanchen observed the battle with his spiritual eyes and analyzed it for his "adopted sons":

"Look at Ye Wudao again, his moves are confident and fierce, but he lacks a bit of domineering aura, and his power is also a bit poor."

"Arrogant!!"

The players of the Imperial City were angry and roared, "You are the one who can comment on His Highness?"

The players of the Sword King City were also dissatisfied and indignant, saying, "Too presumptuous, you are so arrogant, what qualifications do you have to comment on Jianzi!!!"

The angry voices of the two teams on the field were noticed by the audience.

After learning what happened, their expressions became extremely exciting.

"Fuck!"

"Luo Fanchen is so arrogant, saying that Jian Jiujue's sword is not fast enough and Ye Wudao's power is not strong enough?"

"You can seek a sense of existence, but please don't seek death."

"Crazy! A good auxiliary is not used, and he went to comment on the two geniuses representing the ultimate attack."

Luo Fanchen smiled and said nothing.

Facing the doubts of the two teams, Ye Longhe jumped out to defend his adoptive father: "Why are you barking like dogs? My adoptive father must have his reasons for commenting like this!"

"Yes, everything my adoptive father said is right."

Li Xukun's body was burning with thunder and flames, and his wings turned into the wings of Thunder Flame Peng.

He had long since shed his former arrogance and devoted himself to Luomen.

"Good, very good!"

The deputy captain of the Imperial City was covered with blue dragon lotus and biting the alienated dragon teeth.

"I was too lazy to pay attention to you, so I'll deal with you first!"

"From the Sword King City, let's clean up this group of ignorant garbage first."

"Good!"

The deputy captain of the Sword King City led the team to fly out with swords.

The seven stars of the long sword shone, and there was a faint image of a latent dragon swimming in the abyss.