Chapter 82 Champion!
The unique white lines of the Killing God Realm rose from the Seven Kills Sword, and turned transparent again in just a moment. In this short moment, the face of the demon formed by the fusion of Xie Yue and Hu Liena changed instantly!
"No——"
The monster let out an extremely cruel cry, as if it had seen the most terrifying thing.
Not only him, but also the two Jugui Douluo on the podium stood up again at this moment, looking at each other with expressions of disbelief.
"What is that? It can actually break Nana and Xie Yue's martial soul fusion skills!" Ju Douluo said bitterly.
Bibi Dong's face was already livid. Although she still seemed to be sitting calmly in the Pope's seat, the two jade hands she squeezed tightly revealed that she was not at peace in her heart.
"The realm of the God of Death...it is indeed it..."
Bibi Dong spoke bitterly.
Although she didn't want to admit it, it was indeed the real God of Death domain. As a soul master who also owned this domain, she was very familiar with the God of Death domain.
"That kid really went to the Killing City, and successfully won a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Field, and also passed through the Road to Hell!"
Bibi Dong's eyes were deep and she didn't know what she was thinking about.
Compared with the gaffes of the three big figures in Wuhun Palace, Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo not far away seemed much calmer.
Sword Douluo had already told them about this matter when he brought Chen Feng back, but no one expected that the Killing God Realm would have such an obvious restraint effect on demons.
The moment the white lines were released, the demonic red mist disappeared quickly like ice and snow at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This is only from the outside.
In fact, the monster standing opposite Chenfeng on the ring was not only extremely shocked when he saw the red mist being broken, but he also felt that part of his power was quickly taken away.
The God of Death domain can enhance the user's momentum, weakening the enemy's strength by ten percent, but the user can use one hundred and ten percent of his strength. Moreover, as the soul power and murderous intent increase, the God of Death can The field will be stronger!
Under this situation, the power that Yao Mei can exert is rapidly diminishing, while Chen Feng's power is constantly increasing!
That almost brewing murderous aura made the demon feel like he was falling into hell, and it was so cold that it made people breathless.
Chenfeng said nothing and strode forward with the Seven Kills Sword in his hand.
As he got closer, Yao Mei felt her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
"Avoid, avoid him quickly!"
The monster couldn't think of any resistance at all, so she manipulated the remaining red mist to quickly disappear into it, hoping to use the red mist to slow down the pace of Chen Feng.
However, how can his speed compare with Chen Feng's top level movement skills?
But Chenfeng's body swayed, and an afterimage flashed across his body. At the same time, the Seven Kills Sword slashed forward, and an unstoppable energy burst out instantly.
There was a crisp sound, and Yao Mei felt an unstoppable force coming from his hand. At the same time, a special penetrating force spread straight up through his arm, forcing him to let go and abandon the moon blade.
The next moment, Yao Mei's face turned pale and she had lost her moon blade. How could she still fight?
He quickly retreated, and at the same time controlled his soul power to make the flying moon blade return, but Chen Feng would stupidly stand waiting for him and give them this opportunity.
"Now!"
Chenfeng suddenly roared.
The next moment, Yu Tianlong, Yang Dingfeng, Zhu Zhuqing, and Feng Tao abandoned their opponents at the same time and retreated a large distance. Then, like Ning Rongrong and Oscar, they automatically jumped off the ring.
Before anyone could react to why they were doing this, the dark black fifth soul ring on Chen Feng's body lit up.
This is the most direct explanation!
Hundreds of azure lightsabers suddenly spread out from the center of the dust wind, covering the entire arena. It is the fifth soul skill, produced from the group killing skill of thirty-three thousand porcupines - Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Clan!
There was no need to accumulate power. In the next moment, before everyone in the Wuhun Team could react, the lightsabers suddenly moved quickly.
"Ms. mist mist mist..."
There are hundreds of lightsabers, each one is comparable to the full force attack of the Seven Killing Swords, pouring down like a torrential rain in an instant, the power is incalculable!
The dazzling blue light formed a sea of light. Even if everyone watching the battle was a soul master, they could not look directly at the sword light emitted by hundreds of lightsabers.
About three seconds later, the arena shattered and smoke and dust surged.
Faintly, there were only two figures standing on the ring.
"It's a monster! He's okay, we came out too early!"
Yu Tianlong patted his thigh anxiously.
Yang Dingfeng, however, was much more steady. He hugged each other coldly with his hands, quietly waiting for the result.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the arena. The winner of the continent's senior elite soul master competition was about to be announced at this moment!
The smoke and dust gradually dispersed.
But on the stage, Chen Feng had already put away the Seven Killing Sword Wuhun.
Opposite him, the monster's body was riddled with holes and bleeding. It was too horrible to look at.
His moon blade was summoned at the critical moment, but it could not withstand the impact of Wanjian Guizong at all. It was cut with countless gaps by the Seven Killing Sword. After all, it could not withstand all attacks.
His pupils gradually lost focus, and just like that, as a gust of wind blew by, he lay on the ground like a jade pillar pushing down a mountain of gold, completely losing consciousness.
Compared with their embarrassed looks, Chen Feng didn't even have any damage to his clothes.
The whole place was silent!
Chenfeng turned around, faced the audience, and slowly raised his right arm.
It was only then that Bibi Dong stood up from the Pope's throne with difficulty. Although she didn't want to admit it, as the best Pope in the history of Wuhun Hall, Bibi Dong was still willing to admit defeat and announced the result of the game:
"The game is over! All members of the Wuhun Academy team have lost their fighting ability. Team Qibao wins!"
"Wow——"
The stadium immediately burst into endless applause.
As soon as the Pope's voice fell, Ning Fengzhi stood up and raised his hand. The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda quietly appeared in front of him with its radiant light. Ning Fengzhi shouted softly, "Go."
I saw the pagoda in his hand spinning three times, floating out, and several rays of light fell on several people from Wuhun Academy at the same time.
As the leader of the Qibao Glazed Sect and a committee member of this competition, Ning Fengzhi still has the demeanor to save lives and heal the wounded.
Several unconscious people in the Wuhun Academy were shrouded in divine light, and they woke up faintly in just a few seconds. Especially Hu Liena and Xie Yue, whose overdrawn soul power due to the Wuhun Fusion Skill quickly recovered a large amount.
Pope Bibi Dong's face relaxed a little, and he sat back down in his touching position. He smiled and nodded his thanks to Ning Feng, "Thank you very much, Sect Master Ning!"
"It's a simple task, no need to worry about it." Ning Fengzhi nodded.
As the referee, the cardinal shouted loudly: "This year's champion team - Team Qibao, come on stage to receive the award!"
(End of chapter)