Tenglong Street, the ghost of the black domain.

Murong Fanhua's face was covered with dark clouds, and he had long lost his initial calmness.

What made him like this was the six corpses belonging to the Mu Hua Tuan in the ghost arena.

The six corpses represent the six so-called king trainees.

These six king students, all of them were lost in the hands of one person.

Now the seventh one is also fighting on the field against the soul cultivator who slaughtered the six king students with his own hands.

The battle situation is stalemate, although this seventh king student is gaining the upper hand at this time, but no one on the side of Mu Huatuan dares to take it lightly.

The six corpses on the ground that were once high-spirited are a bloody lesson.

Every time they thought that the guy who was evenly paced was already at the end of his crossbow, they would be suddenly killed by the other party.

Tick.

Blood kept flowing from wounds all over the body, soaking the clothes and dripping to the ground.

Bu even felt a darkness in front of him, and his body shook slightly.

Opportunity!

The seventh king student who had been walking beside him in a safari posture suddenly lit up.

Then, I saw his figure like the wind, and in the roar, the whole person disappeared, and a vague afterimage could be seen approaching evenly.

Bu Ping looked at the No. 7 King Student who was rushing towards him expressionlessly, as if his injuries had exploded, and his body couldn't move.

But his palm became more and more hazy, and the soul power like smoke and clouds shrouded it. The soul root in his body trembled violently, greedily devouring the soul power that had been accumulated in the soul sea, and poured the soul power that belonged to him and had been completely refined into his right palm through the soul seed.

At the same time as the soul power was condensed, the blood flowing from his body was also pulled into his right palm. It's just that because his body has been completely rendered by blood, not many people pay attention to this.

Nineteen Eight Seven Sixty Five ......

When the last drop of soul power poured into the palm of his hand, Bu evenly raised his palm and gently pushed it towards the king student who was approaching him five meters.

Blood Cloud Palm.

The king student was originally overjoyed when he saw the state of Bu Ping's stunned state, but the next moment, his face changed in vain. An apocalyptic haze hung over him.

Then he saw a red cloud drifting towards him, like flowing water.

Storm Blade.

After all, he was the second strongest person in the Muhua group after Murong Crazy Flower, and the No. 7 King Trainee burst out with his most powerful hole card soul skill in an instant.

Countless wind-attribute soul power condensed into pieces of thin blades of air, forming a storm, trying to stop the ethereal blood-colored clouds.

However, this blood-colored cloud wind cannot be blown away, and the soul cannot be extinguished.

This blood-colored cloud was so slow that he could feel the slow mood, but this blood-colored cloud was so fast that he had just discovered it, and he found that he had been swept by the cloud.

A false alarm.

The No. 7 King Student was still terrified, but when the blood-colored cloud floated away, he found that he was unscathed, and he was immediately ecstatic.

Click.

The slight tearing pain made the No. 7 King Student bow his head in confusion, and he saw that his body, like a torn piece of paper, had countless cracks. An unstoppable red liquid spreads out of the cracks.

"Nope. ”

With a terrible howl, his body exploded. Flesh and blood were red and white, splattered all over the ground.

At the same time, the storm blade that broke out before the No. 7 King Trainee died did not tear the step evenly into pieces.

It swept away a cloud of ethereal clouds and smoke, which never dispersed no matter how the storm cut.

Yun Escape - incarnated into fog.

After the storm, the body of the even step is revealed.

Then, hundreds of knife-like cuts suddenly cracked open from all parts of his skin, and blood spurted out.

After all, Bu Even hasn't really been able to turn into mist, and he still can't be completely immune to that storm cut.

But in any case, he won.

Once again, he won the game.

Of the eight prides of Mu Huatuan, seven were still trampled under his feet.

Even if you move slightly, you will tear the wound by pulling on it, causing intense pain.

Ke Bu even still walked towards Mu Huatuan, stretched out his right hand, thumbs up, and slowly reversed.

"Next. ”

The hoarse voice became the note that exploded the audience.

Bu even has used his own strength to completely conquer all the viewers who watched this battle.

However, compared to the fanatical audience, as the overlord of the Black Domain Ghost Fight, the sword ghost Hei Yi could see at a glance that the end of the strong crossbow at this time, this man could still stand at this time, relying only on a strong will.

Not to mention fighting, I'm afraid he won't even be able to make a slightly larger move now.

He could see it, and so could Murong Crazy Flower.

This demon student who single-handedly created the Muhua Group and has been riding the wind and waves all the way, there is no half of the frustration and anger on his face at this time.

With a rumbling sound, the iron fence slowly lifted.

A fragrance of flowers wafted by, and the figure of Murong Fanhua appeared in front of Bu Even.

This demon, who single-handedly created the largest team of the new students, looked at the step with a faint smile, and said: "I give you two choices, one is to surrender, I will let you be the deputy head of the Muhua group, and the other is to die." ”

"I choose...... Let you die!"

The blood-colored clouds reappeared.

No one expected that the step, which seemed to be dying, suddenly erupted again with an astonishing attack as if it was returning to the light.

Everyone was stunned.

The members of the armed forces, who were already desperate, all widened their eyes at this moment, and a wave of hope ignited in their hearts.

Marvel...... Can it show up?

The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

The scene of Murong Idiot being split by the blood-colored cloud qi that the members of the Armed Forces Department were expecting did not appear, and they saw that the blood-colored cloud qi that was enough to kill the No. 7 King Trainee again, there was no way to get close to Murong Idiot's body, and it was blocked by a colorful fluorescence.

No, that's not fluorescence, it's pollen. The pollen formed by the soul power in Murong Crazy Flower's body combined with the power of a hundred flowers.

These pollen formed an enchantment-like thing, enveloping Murong Crazy Flower in the enchantment.

The blood-colored clouds that could not be dispelled by the Storm Blade of the No. 7 King Trainee could not erode this pollen barrier in the slightest.

"I know you won't say yes so easily, but you'll do it anyway, just like the seven pieces of waste you killed. ”

Murong Crazy said lightly, and then saw that he took out a pitch-black seed out of nowhere.

It was as if a terrifying beast was roaring inside the seed.

A strong fear hit the atrium of the uneven pace, and this man, who was not even afraid of death, showed a trace of fear at this moment.

"What is this?"

"The seeds of the demon lin. ”

(End of chapter)