The terrifying soul power emanated from Mu Yaqing's chest, and the soul bead wantonly released the power of depriving the soul.

While Zhang Xingfan was trying to resist the soul tearing, Mu Yaqing was also suffering from the backlash of the soul bead, and this kind of attack made Mu Yaqing suffer from the soul while dealing with Zhang Xingfan's spiritual power.

The Soul Separation Bead was constantly circling and flying in front of Zhang Xingfan, and the layer by layer of soul power was rapidly consuming his spiritual power.

The deprivation of his soul made Zhang Xingfan sweat coldly, and red blood stains flowed from his clenched lips.

Dang Yi looked at Mu Yaqing, whose forehead was wrinkled on the playing field, knowing that she was suffering from the backlash of the Soul Bead, and she felt unspeakably uncomfortable in her heart.

How familiar is this scene, when it was still in Licheng, Mu Yaqing Liu released the soul bead, it was for him at that time, the backlash of the soul power made Dang Yi unforgettable, at that time there was still himself to accompany Mu Yaqing, and now, who will accompany Mu Yaqing who bears the backlash?

On the playing field, Zhang Xingfan's mental power is getting weaker and weaker, for Mu Yaqing's soul bead, he resists very hard, and the pain constantly stimulates his nerves, at this moment, let alone drawing out his mental power to deal with Mu Yaqing, it is extremely difficult to even speak.

Mu Yaqing ninja retorted from the pain, stretched out her slender palm, and a wisp of vitality slowly appeared on her fingertips.

The Soul Bead spins wantonly on the playing field, and every spin is a pain that affects the soul.

"It's over. Watching Zhang Xingfan struggle against his soul power, Mu Yaqing snorted coldly at the corner of her mouth.

At the same time, a wisp of purple vitality turned into lightning and galloped towards Zhang Xingfan, and this wisp of vitality was like the last straw that crushed Zhang Xingfan.

Zhang Xingfan's eyes widened, watching a wisp of vitality continue to expand in his pupils, and finally accompanied by a loud "bang" sound.

The soul bead flew to Mu Yaqing's chest, the soul tearing ended, and Zhang Xingfan's body also fell the playing field, and the pain all over his body made Zhang Xingfan not even have the strength to stand up.

The red blood stains on the corners of his mouth concealed Zhang Xingfan's initial temperament, and Zhang Xingfan, who was blurred in the corners of his eyes, tried to look at the top of the playing field, trying to keep himself awake, but his consciousness gradually dissipated without his control.

The tearing of the soul is not so easy to resist, and the result of the game speaks for itself.

Mu Shanhou, who was on the high platform, watched his granddaughter choose this method to end the game, and he felt uncomfortable.

Xiang Yan hurriedly came to the competition venue and announced loudly, "In the third game of the semifinals, Mu Yaqing won." ”

At the moment when Xiang Yan said Mu Yaqing's victory, Mu Yaqing seemed to have spent her last trace of energy, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Reverse blood spurted on the playing field, and the backlash of soul power was not so easy.

Mu Yaqing looked at the cultivators on the competition field coldly and arrogantly, her eyes were intertwined with Dang Yi's gaze, Dang Yi looked at Mu Yaqing, Mu Yaqing looked at Dang Yi, and her eyes were staring at the unspeakable pain, the unspeakable sadness, and the heart that wanted to be with Jun.

But these can only be gradually confided in the four eyes, and finally leave the scene.

Time passed, and Dang Yi didn't know how he left the arena in the end.

In the last game tomorrow, only his own Liao Meng will be left, but I really didn't expect that the last game would be a match between myself and Liao Meng.

After the competition, Mu Yaqing was cured by the cultivators of the auxiliary therapy department as soon as possible, and Lin Ruoxue helped Mu Yaqing to leave the competition field and return to her residence.

"Alright, Ruoxue, I'm fine. ”

Mu Yaqing looked at Lin Ruoxue and said softly.

"Then how can it be done, Sister Qing, you know better than us what's going on with your natal pill, so you can't be careless. Lin Ruoxue muttered.

"Okay, I'm really fine. Mu Yaqing smiled bitterly, compared to the discomfort of her heart, her own pain is nothing.

"Sister Qing, I know you're uncomfortable, don't worry, Brother Xiao Yi will definitely come back. Looking at Mu Yaqing's distracted cheeks, Lin Ruoxue gently pressed Mu Yaqing's shoulder.

Mu Yaqing smiled bitterly, and after looking at Dang Yi's eyes, she knew that the current Dang Yi was not the previous Dang Yi at all, he might or may not come back.

"Tomorrow is his game. Mu Yaqing said in a low voice.

Lin Ruoxue nodded, "Tomorrow will be the match between Brother Xiao Yi and Brother Liao Meng." ”

"He's going to win. ”

。。。

Dang Yi sat quietly in the treetops alone, the vitality floating under his body, feeling the pleasure of the surrounding vitality entering the body, he spit out a big mouth, and a large cloud of turbid qi was spit out.

Habitually looked at his shoulder, he could clearly feel the warmth coming from his shoulder these days, if he guessed correctly, it was Yunxi who was about to return.

It has been a few months since Yun Xi awakened the power of the bloodline, although it is not very long, but many things have happened in the past few months.

Dang Yi was assassinated, the two elders died, the ruins of the British King fell, and the Gulong Dynasty visited, and the game entered the final moment.

looked at his shoulder, Yunxi, when you come back, will you be disappointed to see me like this.

。。。

In a corner of Tianli City.

The pale yellow light shone on a resolute cheek, and the vitality in the air was still faintly shaking.

A sudden explosion of footsteps in the silence broke the silence.

"Who is it?" Liao Meng shouted outside the door, when is this, who will come to him.

"Squeak. The door was pushed open, and an old man walked in slowly.

"Why don't you let me, an old man, come in?" Feng Yiyan said with a smile.

It was Liao Meng's teacher who came in, the Great Elder of Licheng of the Chunyuan Palace, Feng Yiyan.

"Teacher, why are you here, how dare the disciple be disrespectful to the teacher. Liao Meng quickly stood up and said.

"Liao Meng, don't worry, I'm not alone in tonight, and I'm not alone. Feng Yiyan smiled, and soon, as soon as the words fell, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind him, which seemed to be quite a lot.

Liao Meng is a little brainless, it's so late, tomorrow is his own competition, who will the teacher lead to him.

When he saw the people coming in, Liao Meng hurriedly paid his respects.

"Disciple Liao Meng paid a visit to the Lord of the Liu Palace, Elder Xiang Yan. "The person who came well is Liu Lie, the master of the Licheng Palace, and the four elders of the Chunyuan Palace.

"Alright, get up. Xiang Yan said softly.

Liao Meng stood up, a little at a loss, "The hall master and the elders are here for the disciples, but what's the matter?"

Liu Lie looked at Feng Yiyan, Feng Yiyan nodded, turned to Liao Meng and said, "Disciple, tomorrow is your game, do you know who your opponent is?"

"The disciple naturally knows, it should be Dang Yi. Liao Meng arched his hand and said.

Feng Yiyan looked at Liu Lie, looked at Xiang Yan and said, "Apprentice, tomorrow's competition, in addition to the game, you also have a task. ”

"Ah, what, and a task?" Liao Meng was a little confused.

Xiang Yan took a step and said, "Yes, it is on behalf of the highest level of the Chunyuan Palace... ”

looked at Feng Yiyan, Feng Yiyan nodded at Liao Meng, Liao Meng gritted his teeth, and his teacher would not harm himself, so he nodded, "The disciple strictly follows the arrangement of the four elders... ”

Xiang Yan and Liu Lie nodded, looked at Feng Yiyan, and Feng Yiyan also nodded...