Chapter 433: Soul of the Battle Heaven!

"The Curse of the Forbidden ......Spirit?"

Before Rahu could react, he found that his whole body had been covered by mysterious beast patterns that exuded the power of powerful seals.

That forbidden force not only sealed his limbs, but also made him unable to move.

What's even more serious is that the true qi and half-step true yuan in the six major life points in his body are also completely imprisoned, and he can't even mobilize them in the slightest.

This means that he is now just an ordinary person with a strong individual spirit, and even the martial soul can't be urged to show it.

Shout!

At this time, several sharp sounds of breaking the air appeared, but it was the flick of Long Mink's fingers, and the half-step True Yuan surged, condensing into a sharp and piercing blade, and slashed towards Rahu from the sky.

"Damn!"

Luo Hu roared angrily, constantly struggling, the muscles on his body bulging high, bursting out with extremely powerful qi and blood power, but he couldn't break the forbidden spell at all, he could only watch those True Yuan blades get closer and closer to him.

Bang Bang Bang!

Seeing that those True Yuan Blades were about to attack Luo Hu's body, a figure appeared like a ghost, and the power of True Yuan was struck, and it was easy to smash the True Yuan Blade attacked by the dragon marten.

But it was the Yuan Dan referee who made a move.

However, the shot of this Yuan Dan referee means that Rahu has been defeated!

"Hundred Beast Palace, Dragon Marten, win!"

After slapping a palm on Luo Huo's body and dissolving the beast pattern curse on his body, the Yuan Dan referee announced the victory of Long Mink on the spot.

After a short silence, there was an earth-shattering cheer and shout in the entire martial arts arena.

This real Tianjiao-level battle, since the start of the competition, has been the first to come.

The physical strength that the two of them showed first was enough to shock people. net

That kind of strength, although it is not as strong as a spiritual weapon, but ordinary mortal weapons such as a hundred refining refined iron do not want to break through their defenses.

The martial soul released afterwards shocked countless people.

One is the eight-legged ink linjiao, and the other is the ancient alien beast dragon marten, both of which have the possibility of demutation and evolution into real dragons!

Even later, the two of them used heaven-level top-level martial arts to fight against each other, and their strength was so strong that they could completely compete with ordinary Yuan Dan Venerables.

This battle of Tianjiao can be said to be purely a contest of strength, and it is a complete clash of strength.

"I said, this beast king's position, as long as I want, I can get it back at any time!"

Hearing the judgment of the Yuan Dan referee, Long Mink grinned, his eyes swept over the upper echelons of the Hundred Beast Palace one by one, and his expression was a little domineering and a little contemptuous.

He had no hostility towards Rahu, but he was a little blind to the high-level leaders of the Hundred Beast Palace, who had completely marginalized him.

"It's worthy of being a character who has ever challenged the Great Prince!"

Narcissus Peak, Narcissus Nangong Huiji, a pair of water-blue eyes like water lines, looked at the dragon marten faintly.

"This shouldn't be all his strength!"

Demon Spirit Sect, Sheng Yuanzi clenched his fists, staring at Long Mink with high fighting spirit, since Long Mink won, then he has a chance to report this.

"The strength of the dragon marten is really strong. However, if you give me a year, I can completely surpass him!"

Mingyang Palace, Wang Tian's hands unconsciously became fists, and there was a faint look of excitement in his expression, if he could defeat Long Mink at the Imperial Capital Conference, then his fame would definitely reach the level of his previous deeds, and even spread out of the Great Yan Dynasty and became famous in the Northern Regions.

In the Great Yan Dynasty, among the eight veteran Tianjiao, Long Mink was the oldest, already twenty-two years old, and the other Duanmu Feiyu, Yan Tianyu and others were only twenty-one years old, and Wang Tian had just turned twenty.

Therefore, although Wang Tian became famous later than Duanmu Feiyu and others, his fame is not weaker than other Tianjiao, after all, his age is there, and youth is capital, even if it is only one year younger.

In this Imperial Capital Conference, if there is no Wang Yang, the demon who suddenly rises, the most dazzling Tianjiao figure, I am afraid that Wang Tian is undoubtedly Wang Tian.

It's a pity that Wang Yang's participation in the war is destined to overshadow everyone.

At the age of seventeen, his cultivation has reached the peak of his innate cultivation, and his sword comprehension has reached the end of his life, which can be called an amazing talent like a demon, even if he looks at the entire Northern Regions, no one can compare, so there will be people who have been comparing the peak of the younger generation, the eldest prince Yan Tianwu.

"His strength is very strong, and in this battle, I am afraid that he only played six or seven points of strength. ”

In the Flame King's Mansion, Zhao Lingxi looked at the dragon marten who stepped on the martial fighting platform, like a cannonball, and rushed to the high platform of the Hundred Beast Palace, her clear eyes faintly had a moonlight-like bright light flickering, as if she could see through the hidden strength of the dragon marten.

"Huh. ”

At this time, the dragon marten who returned to the high platform seemed to have a sense, and looked in the direction of Zhao Lingxi.

"What kind of power is this, it can actually affect my mind, is it an illusion?"

However, when he and Zhao Lingxi's bright eyes flashed white and looked at each other, the pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, and there was a faint look of fear in his expression.

Seeing that Long Mink noticed it, Zhao Lingxi didn't look too much, and withdrew his gaze, and this time it was Long Mink's turn to look at Zhao Lingxi with a cloudy expression.

"No No. 5 Martial Fighting Platform, Xuantian Sect Wang Yang, Battle, Battle Heavenly King's Mansion Gumeng!"

At this time, Wang Yang was drawn in the second round, and his opponent was the eldest prince, one of the four hereditary palaces.

Wang Yang stepped lightly on the high platform on his toes, and jumped onto the martial arts platform like a bird.

Gu Meng's speed was not slow, holding a cyan war knife engraved with cyan runes all over his body, exuding amazing spiritual power, and a martial arts platform appeared, and Wang Yang was nearly ten zhang away, looking at each other from afar.

Whoosh!

After the two nodded slightly, they were as fast as arrows at the same time, and rushed towards each other.

"Martial Soul: Soul of the Battle Heavens!"

The moment he rushed out, Gu Meng immediately released his martial spirit, and his whole person's momentum soared.

His martial soul is a phantom, condensed in the void behind him, he can't see his appearance clearly, he is four or five zhang tall, holding a spear of war, and a momentum of the god of war from the ancient wilderness emanates from the phantom, making the momentum on De Gumeng's body stronger and stronger.

"Nine Flashes of Thunder!"

Wang Yang turned a blind eye to this, and in the blink of an eye, he was only three zhang away from Gumeng.

Immediately, Wang Yang's feet stepped out of the strange footwork, and after the figure shook slightly, the speed soared several times, in the eyes of ordinary innate martial artists, he seemed to have completely disappeared, only Duanmu Feiyu and other Tianjiao, as well as Yuandan-level figures, could capture Wang Yang's figure.

"Battle Heaven Sword Technique!"

Seeing this, Gu Meng's expression did not change at all, and his eyes were calm and calm.

He glanced left and right with his eyes, and found that he couldn't keep up with Wang Yang's speed, the cyan war knife in his hand was unsheathed with a bang, and on the battle knife, the Dao cyan runes flashed with light, and a more majestic spiritual pressure raged open, instantly filling the entire martial arts arena.

"Sword Battle!"

The next moment, the cyan war knife in Gu Meng's hand rolled up a low whistling knife wind, dancing wildly at an extremely fast speed, condensing a dense green sword light, like a raging storm, forming a green blade tornado, with him as the center, the range continued to expand, sweeping towards the surroundings.