In the ring.

Lin Feng faced the two Soul Kings without panicking at all.

Even if they have a 10,000-year-old soul king.

And the soul power was still forcibly pressed down from Title Douluo.

Then he is not afraid.

Zhu Zhuqing stood beside Lin Feng.

Her figure was invisibly very close to him.

The arrogant figure will be visible almost as soon as it is glanced.

However, Lin Feng did not deviate by a single point.

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes narrowed.

Interesting!

This little girl still likes Lin Feng!

Blood slaughter and blood rain also looked at Lin Feng.

In their eyes, Lin Feng was the prey that was about to be hunted.

He won't fight back.

When the time comes, it will be crushed by force!

The breath of the audience stopped.

There was silence in the audience.

They are entangled, who is this battle bet on?

"Two soul kings, I bet on double blood."

"I'm also betting on double blood."

"The two-blooded combination will win, and this time I don't support the god of war."

The audience is judged entirely by their soul power.

Even when Lin Feng appeared, it was very sensational.

But they are also very sensible.

"I'm betting on the Qingfeng combination, three thousand gold soul coins."

Bibi Dong walked to the betting table and spoke slowly.

A money bag was thrown coldly.

She turned and walked back to the stands.

The staff looked at her and didn't say anything.

When facing Bibi Dong, there was an invisible pressure on them, and they even struggled to speak.

In the ring.

The moderator begins to take off.

"Open the martial spirit."

As soon as the three words fell, there was still no movement in the ring.

Lin Feng and Zhu Zhuqing did not move.

The slaughter of blood and the rain of blood did not move.

There wasn't even a little friction of breath.

"Martial Soul: Blood."

Bloodslaughter spoke slowly.

Soul rings began to appear beneath his feet.

This is also the first time he has released the soul ring since he entered the Great Fighting Soul Field.

Black-black-black-red.

The moment the 100,000-year soul ring appeared, the whole audience burst into red light.

The corners of Bloodslaughter's mouth hooked.

This was the funeral he specially prepared for Lin Feng.

Crush with soul power!

Soul Ring Crushing!

What does he win with?

"Martial Soul: Founding Demon Body."

Just six words.

A blood-colored figure appeared behind Lin Feng.

There are blood-colored lines and golden blood marks all over the field.

In the improvement of soul power, the Founding Demon Body also seems to have undergone a slight difference.

The soul ring emerges.

Purple, purple, black, black, red.

Presumably, the soul ring of the Blood Slaughter is indeed more than a star and a half apart.

"Hmph, Zhu Zhuqing, do you think you can win?"

The rain of blood sounded.

She looked at Zhu Zhuqing with contempt.

As for Lin Feng, the prey of the blood slaughter was already dead.

Zhu Zhuqing's cold gaze fell on Blood Rain.

This woman who wanted to kill her.

Still a sworn enemy.

Zhu Zhuqing took the lead in releasing the martial spirit.

The soul ring is yellow, purple, purple.

Compared to her, the soul ring configuration is simply more rubbish.

"This time, you're all going to die."

Blood Rain is merciless.

The bloodbath did not say a word.

But the contempt in his eyes already represented everything.

This is a bird's-eye view from Title Douluo.

The battle has not yet begun.

The audience was as quiet as death.

The audience held their breath and remained silent.

The cheers and shouts of the past have been completely stripped away in this battle.

"The battle begins."

The moderator had to urge.

There is a time limit.

It's over without starting.

"It's already begun, Bloodmark."

The corners of Blood Slaughter's mouth hooked a leisurely arc.

At his feet, a red silk thread connected the front.

It didn't stop until it was pulled to Zhu Zhuqing's feet.

"Beat yourself."

Syllable.

Zhu Zhuqing waved his little hand and slapped himself hard.

"Get on your knees."

The next moment, Zhu Zhuqing actually knelt on the ground with both knees.

"Kowtow."

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

The sound cracked.

Zhu Zhuqing kowtowed desperately, and his forehead gradually became red and bloodstained.

"Bastard."

"Ah!!h

Zhu Zhuqing scolded angrily, but she couldn't control her behavior at all.

"Haha, how do you feel?"

Blood Slaughter looked at Zhu Zhuqing.

His eyes were on her, and a flash of decay flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Zhu Zhuqing, he can do whatever he wants.

She couldn't resist at all.

"Crawl here."

"Lick me."

Bloodslaughter hooked his fingers.

Zhu Zhuqing actually landed on all fours and slowly crawled towards the blood slaughter.

"Hey, your soul skill, it's interesting!"

Lin Feng dragged Zhu Zhuqing's tail costume with one hand.

She could only lie on her stomach, but she couldn't move forward.

"Why don't you control me?"

"Or can't you control a soul master of a lower level than you?"

Lin Feng laughed evilly.

He slammed his arms hard.

Zhu Zhuqing fell directly from the ring and fell to the ground.

She's just here to make up the numbers.

Unwanted cumbersomeness.

Zhu Zhuqing stepped down.

Lin Feng's eyes instantly rose with an uncontrollable domineering aura.

At this moment, it is as if the king is dominating the world, despising all things in the world.

Titled Douluo who was demoted to the Soul King?

He can easily kill even the genuine Title Douluo.

Don't talk about this pirate.

"Cut, you will die."

Blood Rain smiled coldly.

But in the next moment, her smile froze.

Lin Feng unexpectedly appeared in front of her.

A punch comes out.

She flew upside down and fell to her knees on the ground.

It has been rubbing for a full three feet.

"Let the enemy kneel, and I will too, but the kneeling method is rougher."

Lin Feng looked at his fingers.

He looked at the Bloodslaughter.

At this moment, the distance between the two is less than a meter.

In an instant, both moved.

Lin Feng carried a golden sharp aura and fought with the blood slaughter.

The two of them didn't use any soul power, and they were completely physically fighting each other.

Bang bang bang.

In the sky, one after another soul power was dispersed.

The audience roared straight to the auditorium.

Zhu Zhuqing stood under the ring and watched this scene.

The little face is depressed.

How did she feel like a burden?

Is he really not worthy of Lin Feng?

Zhu Zhuqing began to doubt his temperament, appearance, and strength.

Bibi Dong can fight alongside him.

But she ...... Unworthy.

Against the Soul King, she is a burden.

Not to mention the fact that in the future there will be a stronger enemy.

Boom.

Suddenly, the whole ring shook out of thin air.

The smoke cleared.

Blood Rain looked at everything in front of him, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

The audience gasped.

A kind of remorse lingered in their hearts.

In particular, some businessmen are even more remorseful.

In the ring.

Lin Feng actually stepped on the bloody chest and looked down at him.

The bright red gaze is like a demon god.

In just three breaths, the winner is decided.

No one expected it to be so fast.

No, no one expected Lin Feng to win completely.

"Hey, ugly girl, how's it going? Kill me! Kill me! ”

Lin Feng raised his neck, and his snow-white neck was directly exposed.

Bibi Dong slapped his forehead.

Dizzy.

This has come up again.

It's amazing.

Is this a begging for defeat?

But Lin Feng's cheap appearance looks extraordinarily charming.

At least Bibi Dong's spring heart sprouts.

It's like thirty years younger.

"Second Soul Skill, Nether Fist."

Boom.

The bloodslaughter has completely lost its combat effectiveness.

But Lin Feng still threw a fist on his chin.

When they were plotting against Zhu Zhuqing, they should have thought of everything today.

A dog has his day.

Come out and mix, sooner or later you will have to pay it back.