There are a total of four halls under the Demon Yin Gate, and the Blood Maiden Hall is full of young and beautiful women, but there are not many women in it, but they are all carefully selected, and after rigorous training, they are sent to various parts of the four countries to be placed in the major forces.

Zhu Yue really wanted to get rid of the Demon Yin Gate, because she hated the feeling of her life in the hands of others, but if she didn't get rid of the colorless and invisible Zi Cup hidden in her bones in her body, she wouldn't dare to disobey the orders of the organization, if she could shock the heavens, she could get rid of the Zi Gu, but unfortunately she didn't get the shocking formula in her previous life.

So if you want to live well in this mysterious organization, you can only improve your strength, and although she has become the third blood girl under the Blood Maiden Hall, a rare treasure like the soul power combat skill still can't take her turn, after all, there are more monks and less porridge.

This made her hatred for Brahma Luo deeper, why, everyone is a soul crossing, she can be better than herself in everything?

Brahma Luo in the field is like a holy Buddha statue, holding a lotus seal in his hand, and looking at the king figure opposite with blazing eyes.

At this moment, Wang Tu's old face was drenched in cold sweat, looking at the huge lotus handprint, he felt that his feet were a little weak, what kind of fucking soul power combat technique is this, it can be strong like this?

But Wang Tu is battle-hardened after all, and asking him to admit defeat to a little girl is more unbearable than killing him, and the eldest husband can only die standing up, not live on his knees.

Therefore, his eyes burst out with a vicious light, his palms pushed together, and he shouted loudly: "Demon Heaven Overlord Fist!" ”

I saw that the purple light all over his body was magnificent, converging into a huge fist, but the size of the fist was really a bit funny compared to Brahma Luo's lotus mudra, like a mother looking down at her baby.

However, this baby is not a good baby, I saw that the fist was like a bamboo, with a whistling sound, and it was swung out with a blow to the giant lotus handprint.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Brahma Luo's mouth, although the use of soul power combat skills consumed her spiritual power very much, but her soul power had now reached the holy level, and her cultivation of the earth-shattering technique was endless, so it was more than enough to use this king-level top-level soul power combat skill.

The audience stopped breathing at this moment, and their eyes were staring at the middle of the field, as if they were watching two giant beasts fighting to the death, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

Even Zhu Yue was a little nervous, she wanted to know how powerful the move of the Dao Brahma Luo was, Wang Tu also used combat skills, and he was also a one-star martial saint, so the power would naturally not be small.

This is a contest between battle qi and soul power skills, and it is also a struggle of the same level.

I saw that the purple light on the huge purple fist was scurrying like a small snake, making a snorting sound, just like the power of thunder was blessed on the fist, and the third move of Wang Tu's combat technique was indeed not weak.

It's a pity that what he encountered was a soul power combat technique that he had never encountered in his life.

The fist struck on the air form of the lotus mudra, only to see the handprint slowly writhe, Brahma Luo's pretty face immediately became dignified, and the soul power increased, and the handprint was not scattered by this punch, but with an unstoppable momentum, it slowly tilted sideways.

Because of the addition of Wang Tu's battle qi, the purple light on the handprint was even more dazzling, and everyone could see it clearly, and the colorless soul power had already appeared in front of everyone in a tangible form.

Because the lotus mudra was so huge, this horizontal tilt made everyone seem to feel that a high mountain had fallen, and even the clouds above were hit together by the fluctuations of the air, and the sky was dark.