Chapter 15, Lion Martial Spirit

"Lion's Cracked Palm"

Wu Chen did not show weakness, and the gold-colored palm print ripples also swept out.

Rumble......

The two ripples collided violently, and the red ripples instantly shattered the golden-colored ripples, and quickly rushed towards Wu Chen's body.

"Trackless Steps"

Seeing such a violent palm print, Wu Chen hurriedly unfolded a trackless step and drifted away, still chic and calm.

"How is it possible, you can hide from this?" Zhao Kuan looked at him in disbelief.

This palm, he hit it with all his might, but he missed it, wasting a lot of yuan power in vain, which made Zhao Kuan angry.

Wu Chen also realized that this Zhao Kuan was really strong, and he was one level worse in the real realm, and he was like a cloud and mud in terms of internal strength, so it seemed that he had to use one of his hole cards.

"Lion Martial Spirit."

I saw a lion phantom behind him.

"Lion out of the body"

I saw a mighty lion run out, this lion is not flesh and blood, just a spirit form, but it looks just like the real thing, wonderful and vivid, lifelike, up to a zhangxu, blonde hair and copper body, exuding a golden golden light, majestic.

"Roaring ......"

A lion's roar shook the heavens and the earth.

The audience was shocked.

"This is his martial spirit? It is still the Golden Lion, the best Origin Martial Soul of our Zhao clan. ”

"Isn't it? Isn't his martial soul dying? How can you be so tough? Or a martial soul of the sixfold realm, how is this possible? ”

Even the patriarch and the major elders were quite moved, they had never seen such a pure bloodline lion martial soul for so many years.

Zhao Haotian bowed his head and smiled, "Chen'er, it is indeed my orthodox Zhao clan's disciple." ”

For tens of thousands of years, although the ancestors of the Zhao family are the bloodline of the lion martial soul, after so many years, the bloodline of the descendants of the Zhao family has gradually faded and thinned, coupled with the influence of the other party in the parents, over time, some people have awakened not the lion martial soul of their own clan, but other martial souls, and it is rare for Wu Chen to be able to protect such an orthodox lion martial bloodline.

"Martial Soul, you have it?"

Zhao Kuan sneered, and immediately summoned his martial spirit.

"Whew......"

A blue-eyed red-haired leopard emerged, bigger and more ferocious than Wu Chen's lion.

"Leopard Martial Soul?"

That's right, what Zhao Kuan awakened was not the Zhao Clan's Origin Martial Soul, and the two spirit beasts quickly fought together.

Roar......

Oh......

The battle of the martial soul does not belong to the external force, but the battle of its own attachment, and the injury of the martial soul will also be injured by the body.

Don't look at the golden lion is one level lower than the red leopard in the realm, but the male lion is obviously not lagging behind.

The two beasts were inseparable in an instant, but with a cup of tea, the lion had the upper hand, and although the leopard martial soul was one level higher in the realm, the bloodline was not as pure as the lion martial soul, and the explosive power, staying power and flexibility were not as good as the lion martial soul.

"What, your martial soul is actually more harmful than my martial soul? How is this possible? ”

Zhao Kuan was furious, threw down the martial spirit, and shot directly at Wu Chen.

"It's good to come."

After the confrontation just now, Wu Chen no longer fought against him, but drew his sword and went up, using a weapon to avoid directly fighting for internal strength, and swordsmanship is his strength, which is called making up for weaknesses with strengths.

"Falling Sword"

"Tiger Palm."

The momentum of the Tiger Tyrant's Palm is like a rainbow, but the Luoying Fast Sword cuts his palm prints every time, and the Tiger Tyrant's Palm consumes a lot, while the Luoying Fast Sword is a thousand gold, and the consumption is very small.

In this way, Zhao Kuan, who was originally dominant, no longer had an advantage, and the battle between the two soon entered the stalemate stage.

After a long time, the red-haired leopard over there couldn't support it, and was bitten by the male lion several times, and scratched several blood marks, scarred, painfully bared its teeth and cracked its mouth, looking very embarrassed.

And the injury of the martial soul also caused Zhao Kuan's body to suffer internal injuries, causing him to spurt out several mouthfuls of blood in a row.

Zhao Kuan was even more angry, "How can this be reasonable? ”

Here, no matter how hard Zhao Kuan tried, he couldn't do anything with Wu Chen's swordsmanship, the red-haired leopard over there was losing and retreating, constantly getting injured, the situation was already very unfavorable to him, and he couldn't do it in his heart, "When did this kid practice such exquisite swordsmanship?" ”

His swordsmanship is clever and elusive, it is really exquisite, if it weren't for his profound background, I am afraid that he would have fallen long ago.

He hasn't been in a situation like this since the start of the race.

After another moment, Zhao Kuan's defeat became more and more obvious, and he could only respond passively, quite embarrassed.

"No...... I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled. ”

Zhao Kuan roared wildly, pulled out his sword, and stabbed at Wu Chen frantically, but in terms of swordsmanship, he couldn't compare with Wu Chen.

Boom

Zhao Kuan was hit by several swords, his clothes were torn, blood flowed, every inch was in chaos, every inch was messy, and he was hit by a few more swords, with many scratches on his body and face, blood gushing, extremely embarrassed, and dangerous.

The audience was shocked beyond words, those who had expected Wu Chen to lose before seemed to have been slapped in the face at this time, and their faces were hot.

"Am I blind? A genius like Wu Chen didn't even see it. ”

Zhao Changkong's eyes were split, and he didn't expect such a result.

If he continues to fight like this, Zhao Kuan's martial soul will die, and once the martial soul dies, the body will be seriously injured immeasurably, and if he loses his martial soul, his strength will drop greatly, not to mention that a martial artist without a martial soul is like missing arms and legs, and there will be no future in the future.

What's even worse is that Zhao Kuan's life is difficult to protect now.

Zhao Kuan has always been his pride, but now his pride is actually abused like a mourning dog by a kid in the double realm, and his old face can't hang up.

"Bunny, I'll kill you."

Zhao Changkong jumped like thunder, and went straight away, no longer caring about the regulations of the conference, nor caring about his identity, and flew towards the ring, because Zhao Kuan carried too much hope on his body, and Zhao Kuan couldn't die.

But this time, Zhao Changlin had already taken precautions, and almost at the same time, he flew up and just intercepted the sky.

Bang......

The two slapped each other in the air, directly knocking the sky to the ground.

"Big brother, what are you doing? What are you doing? ”

The sky was furious.

"Hmph" Zhao Changlin crossed his eyebrows and said coldly, "Do you remember that I am your eldest brother?" You just poisoned me, I haven't settled this account with you, and now you still want to sabotage the competition, how can I not care? ”

Zhao Changlin is obviously a personal vendetta, seeing that Wu Chen has the upper hand, and is waiting for Wu Chen to vent his evil anger to his son Zhao Yun, how can such a good show be interrupted?

"Oh, you're a communiqué vendetta."

"So what? If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, this is your son's self-inflicted effort, worry-free with others, hahaha, I really didn't expect Chen'er to defeat your son, look at your son's cowardice, replace it with me, hit your head and die, save yourself from embarrassment. ”

As an uncle, Zhao Changlin is also proud to have such a grandson, and he is also very relieved to see Zhao Kuan so embarrassed.

Changkong was stopped, seeing that Zhao Kuan was in danger, but knowing that he was not Changlin's opponent, he was anxious and angry, almost going crazy.