Long Aotian saw that Lu Genggen's originally terrifying mouth continued to open in a way that violated the human body structure. The degree of tearing at the corner of the mouth was beyond Long Aotian's knowledge, and it almost touched him. Those fat ears.
At this time, a disgusting stench hit his face. Long Aotian endured the discomfort in his stomach and concentrated on alert. The space in front of Lu Genggen was distorted, and a huge mouth made entirely of thick soul power appeared out of thin air.
This bloody mouth is three meters wide and two meters high. The thick fangs glow with a heart-stopping green light, which is obviously contaminated with poison.
With a suffocating sense of oppression, it suddenly swallowed Long Aotian. Although Long Aotian didn't know the effect of this weird attack method, his intuition told Long Aotian that once he was bitten, he would never feel good.
Between the lightning and flint, Long Aotian's eyes flashed, and he instinctively waved his hands forward. Two sharp golden blades shot out of the air, penetrating the bloody mouth like lightning.
Accompanied by a shrill scream, Lu Genggen roared to the sky in pain, his fat body trembling violently, a large amount of grease mixed with blood spurted out from the corners of his torn mouth and the wound pierced by the sword, and the air A disgusting rancid smell suddenly filled the air.
Long Aotian knew that these disgusting grease were the energy accumulated by Lu Genggen after devouring countless corpses, and they were the basis for his survival.
Today's battle caused him heavy losses, which undoubtedly inspired him to become even more crazy and murderous. Long Aotian seized this opportunity and quickly retreated, widening the distance between him and Lu Genggen.
Although Long Aotian's attack successfully broke through his soul's blood hole, Long Aotian clearly knew that this level of injury was not considered serious for the thick-skinned Lu Genggen. Not fatal.
Long Aotian must find his weakness as soon as possible, otherwise this battle will be extremely long. Long Aotian took a deep breath, mobilized the surging spiritual power in his body to the extreme, and raised his head to the sky with a roar.
On the competition stage, Long Aotian only felt that the spiritual power in his body was surging violently like a river, as if a giant beast that had been imprisoned for a long time was trying to break free and roar to break out of the cage.
He took a deep breath and tried his best to control this violent force and guide it to every corner of his body.
He felt his heart beating faster and faster like a drum, and the blood was rushing through his blood vessels, as if magma was burning and trying to melt his body.
The surrounding air also became hot, as if he was in a furnace. An invisible pressure radiated from his body, like a mountain bearing down on top, oppressing every corner around him, making people breathless. Come.
He raised his head suddenly, looked up to the sky and let out a deafening roar, like thunder on the ground, resounding through the sky.
This roar was filled with unyielding will and strong self-confidence, as if it was about to tear the world apart. As he roared, golden light erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption, instantly illuminating the entire competition stage, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and making Long Aotian look as majestic and domineering as a god descending to earth.
The dazzling golden light seemed to turn the night into day, covering the entire competition stage in a golden ocean. The dazzling light made everyone couldn't help but squint their eyes slightly.
The golden light lasted for several seconds before gradually dissipating, receding like a tide. At the same time as the golden light dissipated, an illusory figure gradually emerged behind Long Aotian, like a divine soldier descending from the sky.
That was a warrior wearing silver armor. He was tall, mighty and heroic, as if he were a hero from an epic.
In his hand he held a long knife that exuded a cold air. The blade was slender and sharp, flashing with a chilling cold light, as if it could cut off everything.
The warrior's face is hidden under his helmet, but from his upright posture and fierce momentum, you can still feel the aura of a king who looks down on the world, as if he is the master of this world, and everything must surrender to him. feet.
Looking carefully, this figure is somewhat similar to Long Aotian, only more mature and majestic.
Lu Genggen only felt a flash of silver light in front of his eyes, which stung his eyes slightly and made him almost unable to look straight. When he opened his eyes again, he found that a huge silver figure had appeared where Long Aotian had been standing.
The figure was tall and majestic, like a mountain, exuding a heart-stopping sense of oppression. Lu Genggen could even feel the waves of heat coming from the figure. There was a strange metallic smell in the air, which made his throat feel dry.
He saw that Long Aotian's body, which was originally flashing with a soul ring, was now wrapped in the silver light and slowly rising into the air.
Long Aotian's body gradually became blurred in the silver light, seeming to merge with the huge figure. And the huge silver figure gradually became clear as Long Aotian rose.
It was a human-shaped shadow, but it had no facial features, only a smooth silver color.
The silver light became stronger and stronger, almost covering the entire arena. Lu Genggen had to squint his eyes to barely see everything in front of him.
He saw Long Aotian suspended in mid-air, and the silver light around his body fluctuated violently, as if it would explode at any time.
Suddenly, a hint of golden light appeared in the silver light. The golden brilliance grew stronger and stronger, and finally rivaled the silver rays of light, forming streaks of gold and silver intertwined light patterns around Long Aotian's body.
The light pattern was like a living thing, wandering around Long Aotian's body, emitting heart-stopping energy fluctuations.
At the same time, a powerful stream of air burst out from Long Aotian's body and swept away in all directions.
Lu Genggeng was forced back by this airflow. There were buzzing sounds in his ears, and everything in front of him began to become distorted, as if he was in a maze of a magic mirror.
This thought flashed through his mind like lightning. At the same time, the scene in front of Lu Genggen began to distort, as if he was in a maze of a funny mirror.
He instinctively felt the danger coming, and suddenly retracted his hands, trying to gather all the fat in his body to resist this unknown attack.
However, his movements seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and the surrounding space seemed to have turned into a viscous liquid, hindering every move he made.
The distorted light became more and more dazzling, and Long Aotian's figure was looming in it, as if he had transformed into a god exuding holy light.
He saw Long Aotian slowly raising his arms, as if holding a bright moon, and then swung forward suddenly, and a dazzling white light instantly illuminated the entire arena.
Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar exploded in his ears. Lu Gengeng felt as if his eardrums had been torn apart by a big invisible hand. The severe pain made him unable to help but scream. A wail of agony.
His eyes were blank, he could see nothing and hear nothing. Only the ubiquitous severe pain reminded him that he had suffered an unprecedented blow. How is it possible? What on earth did he do to me?
In the waiting area, Yan Feng suddenly stood up, his face full of disbelief. He knew Lu Genggen's defense very well. Even when facing strong men of the same level, Lu Genggen could remain invincible with his indestructible fat body.
Although Long Aotian's previous three attacks were swift and violent, they only left some superficial wounds on Lu Genggen's body. How could he be severely injured in such a short period of time? This was completely beyond his cognition and made him unable to accept it for a while. Yanfeng couldn't see the specific situation on the stage, but the audience in the audience could see it clearly. They saw that the moment Long Aotian launched his attack, a layer of crystal clear white light suddenly lit up on his body, as if he was covered with a holy armor.
Then, Long Aotian slowly raised his left hand, spread his fingers, and shook his hand in the direction of Lu Gengeng. At that moment, a huge white ball of light appeared out of thin air behind Lu Gengeng. The ball of light rotated rapidly and made a heart-stopping buzzing sound.
The next moment, the ball of light suddenly shrank, then exploded, turning into a shock wave of energy that destroyed the world and swallowed up Lu Genggen instantly.
In an instant, fat flew everywhere. At least a third of Lu Genggen's body exploded in this violent explosion, and disgusting greasy fat flew everywhere.
He was also blown up while screaming, and hit the edge of the competition stage.
Lu Gengeng's body was covered with a layer of rich golden light, which was spreading to Lu Gengeng's whole body at an alarming speed, and then the fat on Lu Gengeng's body was gradually drying up.
Just this blow immediately severely wounded Lu Genggen.
Yanfeng was finally able to see clearly. In that deafening big explosion, the distorted light around him seemed to barely become clearer. He saw with his own eyes that large tracts of fat were scattered in all directions, and Lu Geng Geng screamed and fell over.
Long Aotian's eyes flashed, and he swung the long knife in his hand again. The dark golden light of the knife cut through the air, sending out a piercing scream and heading straight for Lu Gengeng's mutilated body.
Wherever the blade passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving black cracks.
This time, Long Aotian poured all his soul power into this sword. The sword light became more condensed and its power became more terrifying.
Lu Genggen looked at the oncoming dark golden sword light and was horrified in his heart. He knew that he had no choice but to hide and escape.
The shadow of death hung over his heart, making him feel extremely fearful and desperate. He wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but no sound came out of his throat.
The dark golden sword light split open his layers of fat without any hindrance, splitting the rest of his body into two.
Wherever the blade passed, there was no blood splashing, only golden light flickering. It was the powerful energy contained in Long Aotian's blade, which evaporated all the fat and blood in Lu Gengeng's body.
The violent explosion sounded again, deafening. This time, the power of the explosion was even more terrifying than before. The entire competition stage was shaking violently, as if it would collapse at any time.
The shock wave generated by the explosion swept through the entire venue like a violent wind. Everyone in the audience felt the ground shaking. Some spectators with weak cultivation were even shaken to the point of vomiting blood and falling unconscious.
Yanfeng felt his eyes blurred. The shock wave produced by the explosion, mixed with the pungent smell of blood and burnt stench, hit his face. He couldn't help but close his eyes. At the same time, he subconsciously released His own soul power formed a barrier in front of him to resist the attack of the shock wave.
When the aftermath of the explosion dissipated and Yanfeng opened his eyes again, the competition stage was empty.
The smell of blood and burnt smell that originally filled the air has also dissipated, replaced by a faint fragrance, which was the breath emanating from Long Aotian's body.
Lu Genggeng disappeared.
As if he had never appeared before, he completely disappeared from this world without leaving any trace.
"Your martial spirit is indeed very strange," Long Aotian looked down at his opponent, there was no fluctuation in his eyes, only endless coldness,
"It's a pity that you are too weak and vulnerable."
He slowly raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and faced the figure lying on the ground, his voice was like thousands of years of ice, "So, Just disappear."
Before he finished speaking, he gently grasped his palm, and an invisible force burst out instantly, completely crushing the opponent's body and turning it into a pile of bloody rotten flesh.
Long Aotian's eyes were indifferent and showed no mercy. He would never be merciful towards evil soul masters, because everyone's attitude was the same, to eradicate the root causes and never cause any future troubles.
Therefore, Long Aotian was also merciless and didn't stop him even if he didn't see the referee. Obviously, his sense of the evil soul master was not very good.
The audience in the audience also fell silent at this time. They were all shocked by the intensity of the game, and at the same time, they were in awe of Long Aotian's strength.
The referee walked to the center of the competition stage, raised Long Aotian's hand high, and announced loudly: "I declare that in this game, Snow Demon Sect, Long Aotian wins!"
Suddenly, Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, and cheers echoed throughout the competition venue. The disciples of the Snow Demon Sect were even more excited, jumping up and cheering for Long Aotian.
Winning this game again, the Snow Demon Sect has won three games.
The next step is to win one more game, and then the Snow Demon Sect will directly advance to the finals. In the waiting area, the atmosphere of the Holy Spirit Sect was a bit solemn. After all, there was only one game left. We must not lose the next game. If we lose again, it would be over.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the front of the team, where stood their captain - Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao looked solemn. He knew the importance of this game and the great responsibility on his shoulders.
“I’ll be in the next show.” A deep voice came from the audience, and Huo Yuhao, who was covered in a black robe, stood up.
Everyone looked at him, their eyes full of surprise and doubt.
"Captain, will you come in person?"
Yanfeng asked, with a hint of disbelief in his tone. (End of this chapter)