With a crisp click, the marble table was broken in half by the tremendous impact of the armor.

The figure of the armor penetrated into the crack of the fighting platform, and at the edge of the smash, a pool of red blood was clearly visible, and the pungent smell of blood was disgusting.

"Third brother, are you okay?" The Tang Sect didn't have time to investigate the state of the armor in the gap, and looked at Tang San with a worried expression.

"It's okay, he didn't make it to the Poseidon Hammer. Tang San put away the Martial Soul Haotian Hammer, and his body slowly landed beside Xiao Wu, a smile raised at the corner of his mouth: "It's you, it's you who transfer your soul power to me, it's too much to consume." ”

"Hehe, I've eaten Oscar's big sausage, and I've recovered a lot. Dai Mubai smiled and put one hand on Tang San's shoulder.

While Tang San and the seven of them were concerned about each other, the master of ceremonies had already brought the armor and Xuan Ce up from the cracked gap. At this moment, the figures of the two have separated, their pupils are white, there is no breath of life on their bodies, and their bodies seem to have turned into dried corpses that have been sucked blood.

The master of ceremonies took a deep breath and glanced at Tang San with fear, thinking of the other party's previous hammer, he couldn't help but shudder. If he were to take the hammer, I am afraid that the end would be the same as the ending of these two people in the Wuhun Palace, and he would die.

After calming down the throbbing in his heart, the master of ceremonies cleared his throat: "In the championship competition, the Tang Sect will fight against the Martial Spirit Palace, and the Tang Sect will win! I announce that in this year's Senior Soul Master Competition, the champion is, Tang Sect!"

The more the master of ceremonies spoke, the more excited he became, and when the last syllable fell, his whole body trembled, and this sentence was like draining all the soul power in his body.

The atmosphere in the field is boiling!

At the moment when the master of ceremonies announced the results of the game, the exclamations in the field climbed to the highest point since the start of the game!

"Win, win! The seven little guys of the Tang Gate really won the championship!"

"Level 85, that little guy called Tang San actually defeated the Martial Spirit Hall combination compared to level 85 Contra!"

"In the end, what kind of power did the other six people of the Tang Sect gather on him? Is it really the power of the sea god?"

"This year's Soul Master Finals is the most exciting one I've seen in many years! Who would have thought that a group of little dolls who would end the Soul Hall and win multiple championships?"

"This Tang Sect Master is really amazing! It's just that his own strength stands at the peak of the continent, and the disciples who have been trained are also terrifying. At the beginning, who could believe that the Tang Sect disciples really won the championship?"

"It's really a bit ridiculous to think about it now, we thought that the master of the Tang Sect was joking, but we didn't know that his old man was really powerful!"

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Excitement, screams, and shouts mingled into the sky above the square, and the spectators looked excited and their faces flushed.

If it weren't for the identity of the master of the Tang Sect, they couldn't wait to jump onto the competition platform and kiss these seven powerful and cute little guys frantically.

Sometimes, the outcome is predestined from the beginning, and no matter how hard you struggle, you can't change it. ”

Wu Fang smiled knowingly, got up and straightened the corners of his clothes, walked to Bibi Dong's side leisurely, and from the table next to him, he first took the three soul bones belonging to the champion of the Soul Master Competition, and then took the three soul bones of the other party as a bet.

After throwing the six soul bones into the small world of the illusion seed, Wu Fang patted Bibi Dong's shoulder and sighed faintly: "It's a pity that all the seven seed players of yours have been wiped out, and the last two of them have also experienced in the Killing Capital. ”

In the previous final battle, a huge phantom appeared behind the merger of the two people, which was the power of the Shura God. It's a pity that they didn't succeed in crossing the Shura Road to get the inheritance.

"Sect Master, congratulations! The Tang Sect has only been established for five days, and it has won the championship of this year's Soul Master Contest in one fell swoop. Presumably, this year's battle, even thousands of years later, is a household name!" the Snowy Night Emperor stepped forward from his chair and hugged his fist towards Wu Fang.

"It's unbelievable that my mischievous baby girl is one of the champions of this year's Soul Master Competition!"

Ning Fengzhi looked happy, and after being excited, he seemed to remember something, and his eyes immediately turned to Wu Fang and asked, "Sect Master, I don't know what Rongrong's last strength is?"

"The power of the sea god. Wu Fang said lightly.

"What? it's really the power of God!" confirming the conjecture in his heart, Ning Fengzhi gasped, and then bowed deeply to Wu Fang again: "Thank you for the opportunity given to the little girl!"

"Sect Master Ning doesn't need to be polite, since Rong Rong is my apprentice, I will naturally give her the best. Wu Fang said with a smile.

Seeing that Wu Fang and Ning Fengzhi were chatting happily, Bibi Dong's face on the side turned gloomy, and he turned his head and nodded to the two old men in the VIP seat.

The next moment, under the attention of everyone, I saw two Changhong snatching out of the VIP seat and heading towards the competition platform.

"Take down that girl and return to the Martial Spirit Hall immediately!" At this moment, Bibi Dong's majestic voice floated out of the air.

The distance between the VIP seats and the fighting platform was a hundred meters, but for Titled Douluo, this distance was only a blink of an eye.

Before everyone in the stands could understand what was going on, two white-haired old men had already appeared above the platform.

"What are you going to do? Don't you want to avenge the seven of them? The rules of the competition are more than life and death on the fighting platform!" Sensing the terrifying aura exuded by the two white-haired old men, Tang San immediately protected Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong behind him, and at the same time raised the Haotian Hammer in his hand.

"Master, hurry up, someone is going to attack and kill your precious apprentice!" Ning Rongrong let go of his throat and yelled in the direction of the rostrum, with panic in his roar.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!, our target is just that 100,000-year-old soul beast behind you!" the two white-haired old men pointed at Xiao Wu and shouted angrily.

"100,000-year soul beast?"

The six people, including Tang San, all trembled violently when they heard the words from the old man's mouth, and their eyes were fixed on Xiao Wu's body at the same time.

"I didn't mean to hide it from you, I was originally a 100,000-year-old soul beast soft bone rabbit incarnated ......"

"Whether you are a human or a beast, you are a member of our Tang Sect and our relatives! With me, no one wants to hurt you!"

Tang San's mind far surpassed that of the other five, and when Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were still immersed in shock, he had already pulled Xiao Wu to his side and firmly protected him behind him.

Hearing Tang San's words, Dai Mubai and Oscar reacted almost simultaneously, and surrounded Xiao Wu in the middle, and at the same time, one by one, the soul rings lit up and prepared to meet the attack of the two white-haired old men.

"A bunch of guys who don't think they're invincible after winning the Soul Master Competition?" The joking voice fell, and one of the two white-haired old men slapped his right palm from the void.

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