Chapter 342 Holy Spirit Sect Yanfeng
Wu Yifan, captain of the Proud Sword Sect, had his chest heaving, and it was obvious that using the sixth soul skill cost a lot of money.
The old leader of the Holy Spirit Sect suddenly turned gloomy when he saw the scene on the stage. He turned his head and whispered to the team for a moment.
Subsequently, a young man in black robes and gold patterns with an outstanding appearance walked straight out of the team.
Jiang Shuo's old acquaintance, his 'partner' who traveled thousands of miles together - the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit, Yanfeng.
He walked slowly onto the stage, his entire body covered in a hooded robe, with only half of his slightly pale face exposed. Every step he took seemed to drive away the light, leaving his entire body always shrouded in darkness.
The hearts of all the young geniuses in the player area of the stadium sank.
In the past few days, they have identified the Holy Spirit Sect as the Evil Soul Master Holy Spirit Sect. Now that they saw this scene, even though they were hundreds of meters away, they could still faintly feel the pressure coming from them.
Long Aotian of the Noumenon Sect has the sharpest perception, and his heart is also alert. In just a few moments, he can distinguish the realm of this person.
His eyes couldn't help but glance in the direction of Taixu Sect and Shrek Academy.
Another soul saint.
At the top thirty-two competition, the Tang Sect’s residence had been upgraded a lot, and they had already settled into a comfortable soft chair area with backrests.
“This man is very strong!” Huo Yuhao couldn’t help but whisper.
Tang Ya, who was sitting next to him, heard it first and turned around in surprise, "Yu Hao?"
Others in the Tang Sect turned their heads one after another, focusing on the blue-eyed young man.
Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and said to the others in the team: "I'm afraid he... is also a Soul Saint."
"What?!"
Jiang Nannan's injury has recovered, and he was shocked when he heard the words.
Beibei, He Caitou, and Xu Sanshi's expressions suddenly became solemn. They would not doubt the perception of Huo Yuhao's spiritual body, Wuhun.
As expected.
Yanfeng stepped onto the stage in the next moment. After the referee announced the start, the black robe behind him swelled and his martial spirit was suddenly revealed.
A pair of ice blue wings first pierced the robe and stretched out from his back, and then, a low and shrill dragon roar suddenly sounded out.
A skeleton covered with ice-blue dragon scales, a ten-foot-long bone dragon condensed out of thin air, lying on the stage in the air, and the light behind it gathered, yellow, purple, purple, black, Black, black, red.
Seven dazzling soul rings suddenly emerged, and bursts of dragon power descended on the stage.
The hood of Yanfeng's black robe was also taken off, revealing a face that was half handsome and half cracked. Half of his cheeks looked like cracked ceramics, covered with black lines. It extends to the chin and is connected to the veins and blood vessels, making it appear coquettish and terrifying.
Soul Saint!
It was a soul saint again, and a top soul saint with a hundred thousand year soul ring. Everyone in the Tang Sect was shocked.
The hearts of all the teams in the contestant area also sank. The evil soul master at the soul saint level also had a hundred thousand year soul ring.
This person is probably the next generation trained by the Holy Spirit Cult.
Can other powerful righteous men suppress him?
The martial soul and soul ring were revealed, and Yan Feng's already gloomy temperament became even more dark and ferocious. The pair of eyes with black and blue pupils suddenly turned around and scanned the contestant area.
He opened his mouth, showed his white teeth, and scanned the teams with solemn expressions.
He suddenly became excited, and the Bone Dragon King's martial spirit seemed to acquire a layer of ferociousness along with its master.
Yanfeng stared deeply at somewhere under the stage, and then turned back to look at the captain of the Proud Sword Sect opposite.
The eyes are fixed.
Suddenly, Yanfeng stepped on the ground, and the Bone Dragon King behind him shot out with him.
The captain of the Proud Sword Sect was shocked and flashed his sixth soul ring without even thinking about it.
However, it was slow.
Yanfeng, who was still a hundred meters away from the stage, suddenly reached out and grabbed the void. The space rippled, and his palm, which turned into a pale dragon claw, suddenly reached the head of the captain of the Proud Sword Sect.
Boom!
Almost in an instant, the claws fell, the sky spirit cover opened, and bright red and white turbidity burst out together.
“No!!”
The leader of the Proud Sword Sect in the audience suddenly stood up, his pupils dilated and his eyes were about to burst.
As soon as his words fell, the captain of the Proud Sword Sect also died, dying without a complete body.
The sixty-third level Soul Emperor expert had his head opened by force.
Crush.
A fiasco in the blink of an eye. There was silence in the audience area and the player area. Seeing such a miserable way of death, my chest and abdomen swelled.
Those with a little discernment, while their hearts plummeted to the bottom, could also instantly tell that the captain of the Holy Spirit Sect was not a new Soul Sage, but had probably reached the level of a high-level Soul Sage.
It was the soul power gap of more than ten levels that made the captain of the Proud Sword Sect die so useless.
In the silence, Yan Feng calmly stood back to his original position, "Continue, Chief Referee."
Bupo Douluo Zheng Zhan's face darkened, "Don't hurt people without reason!"
Yan Feng Feng didn't answer, just sneered and swept downwards.
Next, the three members of the Proud Sword Sect took the stage and all lost the game, either dead or injured, until the leader of the Proud Sword Sect announced in grief and anger that they would give up.
There was a commotion on the field, and the sects and colleges originally belonging to the Three Kingdoms rushed to the organizing committee to denounce this deliberate evil act.
The Sun and Moon Empire remained indifferent and took out the rules of the competition that had already been published. In the most inconspicuous part of the long scroll, he pointed out the sentence 'You will be responsible for your life or death on stage'.
Originally belonging to the Academy of the Three Kingdoms, the sect was furious.
The organizing committee then said that the Holy Spirit Sect is not our Sun Moon Empire sect and cannot be disciplined. If you have any doubts, please communicate by yourself.
After investigation by the sects and colleges, they discovered that the sect address filled in by the Holy Spirit Sect was actually in the middle of the confrontation zone between Xingluo and Sun and Moon. It was a buffer zone with no ownership.
……
After this battle, the Holy Spirit Sect's momentum greatly increased.
Before Yan Fenglin left the stage, he grinned at the angry but helpless sects of the Three Kingdoms, with a black light flashing in his eyes, not hiding his sarcasm.
The genius of the Three Kingdoms became even more angry and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by the teacher.
Yanfeng grinned and looked ahead coldly.
Until, his eyes swept to the front row of Taixu Sect.
I saw a tall figure stepping forward calmly.
"We meet again, Young Master Taixu."
"I hope you can come to power and don't let others take the blame for you. Let us settle our grudges ourselves." Yanfeng stared. Looking forward, Sen Leng said.
Jiang Shuo seemed not to hear anything, he raised his palm and dropped it lightly.
Yanfeng frowned and was about to block it.
A heavy pressure suddenly rose, stiffening his arm, and Jiang Shuo's palm fell on his shoulder.
Light and light, as if there is no strength.
A wave of dimensionally reduced perception violently intrudes.
Yanfeng's pupils narrowed slightly, he only felt the meridians in his body were stagnant, but did not notice anything else strange.
"A sub-dragon has evolved into a sub-dragon king. It seems that you are very proud of it." Jiang Shuo chuckled and spoke slowly, as if he was talking to an old friend.
"The power in your body is a bit evil. Has the martial spirit evolved?"
Yanfeng's face turned fierce as his shoulders were held down. He recalled the embarrassment a few years ago in his mind, and the anger in his eyes became even worse.
“Shouldn’t I be proud?”
“Two years ago, I was chased by you so that I had no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth. Now it’s different!!”
Jiang Shuo curled up the corner of his mouth and still chuckled.
"What's the difference."
"The damned person will not change his fate just because he lived for two more days."
"I will appear on the stage of the thirty-two strong men to fulfill your wish to die. Wish, just don’t hide.”
The anger in Yanfeng’s eyes was even greater, but he was frightened for some reason, and he sneered and agreed.
You have a grandfather and I have a master.
You have a father and I have a teacher.
Besides, I also have a great minister and a master. Am I still afraid of you this time?
Jiang Shuo retracted his palm, and the jade pendant around his waist flashed a faint light, and then returned to calm.
Clearly.
Jiang Shuo turned a blind eye to the change in his expression and left lightly.
(End of this chapter)