Even the best talents, they are not capable. The thousands of monks and warrior monks and elders on the high platform all believed that there was no possibility of resistance.

But on the indifferent face of Xiao Wuyou, there was a confident smile. He muttered, "It's true, it's a little hard, but I have more means than that." Silver moon, come out!"

A virtual shadow appeared on Little Wuyou's body and turned into the appearance of a delicate child. However, this phenomenon only lasted for a short time. The child's body suddenly swelled, became bigger and stronger, and turned into a young man with a strong body. At the same time, the reincarnated eye became smaller and smaller, like an artifact, falling into the hands of young people, emitting dazzling light.

On the other side of the empty soul body, the lines of the soul surged. Six hundred, seven hundred, eight hundred, nine hundred, they didn't stop until nine hundred and ninety-nine. The threads of those souls weave into the body of the empty soul, making it fierce and grotesque, but an indescribable majesty bursts out over it.

Finally, under Xiao Wuyou's blue shirt, the golden light was shining, and his whole body was covered with red soul patterns, like wearing an indestructible armor.

"Array of soul essence, spirit formation!"

"Rare Martial Soul - the Emperor's Void Soul!"

Mayhem Battles - Mayhem doesn't die!

These three sounds are like the roar of the earth. They rang out in unison and collided with the three killing moves.

The earth is trembling and the mountains are swaying!!

In this collision, the soul power barrier constructed by Wu Zun was torn to pieces. Even dozens of war forts were moved back by this impress, a few hundred feet. Horrified expressions spread across everyone's faces. Who would have thought that a battle between four generals could produce such a huge destructive power.

The sun and the storm have not gone away. One by one, the drums beat from the middle. It's not really a drumming sound, but a deafening crash of the four masters every time they collide.

The light generated by the explosion and the storm caused by the violent collision will shake back the light and storm that have not yet faded, forming a new light and storm. Layer after layer, millions of monks reacted nothing but with a big mouth, because they couldn't see anything.

On the other hand, the five statues on the high platform were originally very old, but through this thin layer of thunderstorms, they showed a shocking color that had not been seen for a long time.

The combat effectiveness of the three invincible heroes is still amazing. If they had lived in the same era, most of their martial arts masters might have been affected by that deep sense of powerlessness and would not have been able to achieve what they are today.

And Xiao Wuyou's methods are even more terrifying

"Although the soul form of the Japanese Nine Rank Spirit Array is not perfect, with the Reincarnation Eye, its power can surpass Wu Jun. ”

"Martial Emperor-level soul, that is, Martial Emperor-level soul. "It turns out that the soul of Wu Guo is in him. Once the Heavenly Emperor comes out, how can the Heavenly Emperor deal with him?"

"What a terrible way to fight, indomitable and able to reach the first level!"

Every martial elder was whispering. They were shocked by the endless means available to Little Five. This young and terrible fear, especially in their imaginations, could not predict how high they could climb if he did not die.

Murderous souls haunt the silence. Xiao Wuyou's strength is enough to threaten the future pattern of the entire Southern Wasteland. With his current means, even Bai Zehao and his three people can only share weal and woe with him. It is more difficult to completely eliminate them.

If Little Wuyou hadn't been killed here today, all previous plans might have failed.

However, these endless murderous spirits are blocked by other emerging ideas. This was the murderous aura from Tai Shijiang and the other military elders. If there is any essence, this murderous aura is even more unscrupulous.

The appearance of Xiao Wuyou and the strength of Xiao Wuyou made them see the possibility of turning over. They will never allow other enemies to fight. At this time, they will fight with little oil. Once someone dares to move, even if this is the territory of the Shura Sword Sect, they will definitely be in trouble.

All of these games are about these four people. If Bai Zehao wins, the future Southern Wilderness will fall into the hands of Elysium. If Little Wuyou wins, they may be finished.

The shock is not enough to describe the confrontation between these four men.

In the ring, in the roar of all kinds of music, in the place of the small gas-free station, an unreal figure, with a shocking aura, is rapidly gathering. That kind of breath, that kind of motivation, makes people scared, makes people unable to control themselves.

The ghost turned into a huge palm that covered the entire square. In the palm of the hand, the intricate lines glisten in the bright light, as if carving out various avenues. These lights limited Bai Zehao, Wu Yi and Xiao Lei. Even if they are clear and unambiguous, they cannot be avoided.

When they saw the black hand, the confident smiles of the three people still turned into shock. They couldn't believe it. Such a move came from the hands of Xiao Wuyou.

The spiritual martial arts skills of these three people were vulnerable under Cang Ming's hands. With just half a breath, they will be beaten to pieces. At the same time, Kurana's hand dealt with the three of them with great strength. All they saw was a large hand covering them.

"Amazing!"

"Impossible!"

"Impossible!"

"Boom!"

It's the same feeling that the sky breaks and the earth breaks. It rises over the square, and the sun covers the square tightly. Whether it was thousands of monks or samurai on the high platform, there was only a sense of shock in their hearts, and the black hand that made them wander like a nightmare.

The dust was flying, and the drums were shaking. In addition to pain in both ears, the eyes were blocked by pure light. I don't know how long it took for everything to calm down.

The Emerald Arena is gone. There was only a large pit ten feet deep. Except for what I saw, there was nothing. The three men fell from the sky and fell into a huge pit. They are unconscious. It is not clear whether they are dead or alive. They can see the pattern clearly. Isn't it Bai Zehao and the three of them?

It's a sad scene of three top martial arts heroes, the most gifted unrivaled heroes in the Southern Wilderness, falling without any resistance.

People looked around and finally saw the figure of the green shirt slowly falling in the sunset. As he collapsed into the pit, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and his face suddenly turned pale. Not even a trace of blood. The tired soul power made him resemble an old man shaken by wind and rain. However, in the quiet square, everyone looked at the figure of the green shirt, only shock, only fear, only despair.

He ...... He did it. ”

"Why...... How can it be...... One man defeated three top kings of the big thing..."

"So, Cangming's big hand...... That's magic. Wu Jun's corpse turned out to be ......"

"Magical powers, absolutely supernatural powers. It's terrible. His talents. "Never

"How the hell is it cultivated?" Who else in our generation can compare to him?".

"From now on I will never have any more troubles, and the wilderness of the south will live in his shadow"

The warrior monks and elders on the high platform were just as shocked as thousands of monks, because they knew all too well what it meant for a monk to be able to activate his mind in martial arts.