The moment the ice-blue blue silver storm ended, Tang San did not hesitate to launch his fifth soul technique: Blue Silver Breaking Army.

Skill Effect: Blue Silver Grass transforms into a sword form, slashing at the target, ignoring 20% of the defense, and attaching parasitic effects to the target when attacking.

Parasitism: The Blue Silver Grass is endless, leaving behind Blue Silver Grass seeds when attacking.

Han, who was already in a suppressed state, had no way to resist Tang San's blow at all, and his pupils suddenly contracted as he watched the slash continue to expand in front of his eyes.

"Holy Spirit, help me!"

Unfortunately, he had no idea what the man he called the Holy Spirit was thinking, and he didn't know what would happen to a worthless person.

Poof!

The slash of the Blue Silver Breaker slashed across his neck, and his body fell to the ground with a sway, the eyes on his skull revealing his unwillingness.

He has a cold bloodline, but he didn't even show his housekeeping skills, so he was killed. This kind of grievance, even after he died, was also resentful.

"I thought it was amazing!"

Tang San looked at the fallen Han and muttered to himself.

He has a lot of hole cards left, such as hidden weapons, such as the sixth soul skill.

It can only be said that the enemy's light enemy buried himself.

He could feel that this fallen guy was not simple, just because he was good at cold air, if it wasn't for the fact that when he was promoted to the Soul Emperor, the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul also evolved, and the Blue Silver Grass might really be frozen to death directly.

"I won."

Tang San looked in the direction of the Great Evil Spirit and the others, and showed a smile to the few people who were obviously also fighting people, and wiped his palm against his neck.

The provocation is very strong.

"A low-level method of stirring emotions, if you are angry because of this, then he will succeed!"

It was the woman with the beautiful voice of the yellow warbler again.

"Not fooled?"

Tang San waited for a while, but didn't see any obvious fluctuations in the mood of those people, shook his head with some regret, and then walked out of the ring.

"Let's do it next!"

The voice of the great demon sounded again, and there was not a trace of ups and downs in his voice, as if it was not his man who had just died, but a wild cat and wild dog on the side of the road.

It doesn't deserve his attention at all!

"Who are you going to do next? This time, the people they sent should not underestimate the enemy, it will be a hard battle. ”

Yang Dong looked at Tang San and the others and asked out loud.

"I'll do it."

Ma Hongjun walked out of the crowd, looked at Yang Dong in front of him with some eagerness and said.

He became low-key at Notting Academy with the appearance of Tang Tang and others, as he found that the world was moving in strange directions.

But now, whether it's for the sake of so-called glory or for himself, he has to stand up.

Godhead!

He's got to get one!

Judging from the current development, it has become very difficult for him to inherit the divine throne, and the best thing is to obtain a godhead and inherit the divine throne like this.

"Then you can do it."

Yang Dong nodded lightly, not to mention other aspects for the time being, in terms of soul power alone, Ma Hongjun is the first.

"Come on!"

Amid the cheers of many people, Ma Hongjun stepped into the ring, and all the traces of the battle between Tang San and Han had disappeared before, leaving him with a clean and tidy ring.

And the opponent opposite Ma Hongjun was carefully observing Ma Hongjun, and he, Zhao Yan, didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the previous cold.

"Both sides are in position, and the battle begins in five seconds."

At the end of the countdown, the two of them attacked separately.

A fire jade butterfly more than one meter long was released from Ma Hongjun's hand, and walked towards Zhao Yan with a graceful figure.

This is his first soul technique, Fire Butterfly Impact.

Condense your soul power to unleash a fire butterfly that strikes forward, exploding when it hits an object or reaches the maximum distance. At the same time, it can swap places with this fire butterfly before it explodes, and the fire butterfly explodes immediately after the swap position.

On the other side, Zhao Yan's whole body burned with flames, and the whole person turned into a flame giant more than five feet high, and the flying fire butterfly was knocked away by him with a slap, and it exploded in mid-air.

"Martial Soul True Body?"

Ma Hongjun frowned slightly, but he quickly vetoed his idea, because the existence of the soul ring could not be seen from that guy's body.

This is supposed to be a secret art!

"Die!"

The flame giant moved quickly, and then smashed it at Ma Hongjun with a punch.

Bang!

The flaming fist slammed into the ground, and the flames centered on the giant, and magma erupted from the ground within a radius of fifty meters.

The scorching temperature rises dramatically in this area.

"Everyone is playing with fire, so let's see who is the real expert in playing with fire!"

The immortal fire phoenix martial soul blessed several bodies, Ma Hongjun's hands turned into a pair of fiery red wings, the phoenix fire was blazing, and the whole person flew in the sky.

"Great Incineration Curse!"

Zhao Yan glanced at Ma Hongjun in the sky, and the flames around him quickly condensed under his control, and finally turned into a burning word.

"Great Incendiary Curse, Incineration Light!"

With a wave of the flame giant's palm, the burning word composed of flames turned into a fiery red light, and flew towards Ma Hongjun's position with a thunderous momentum.

"Phoenix Ray!"

Ma Hongjun opened his mouth and spit out, and a ray of light also spit out from his mouth.

Bang!

The two rays of light intertwined and then annihilated each other, as if nothing had happened except for the slowly dissipating flames.

"Now it's my turn."

Ma Hongjun's fourth soul ring lit up.

The fire phoenix behind him let out a cry, the fire phoenix meteor shower!

Tick!

Tick!

The small phoenix fire kept falling from the sky and falling into the ring, and it was burning tenaciously.

"What the hell, your skills are of no use to me!"

Zhao Yan clasped his hands together, and a flame giant sword was condensed from the palm of his hand, and slashed at Ma Hongjun's position with a sword!

Poof!

With a sword slash, Ma Hongjun in the sky was cut in half.

But Zhao Yan did not hesitate to retreat a hundred meters, because Ma Hongjun in the sky was fake!

"Hehe, you're more alert than the last guy."

Ma Hongjun emerged from the place full of fire phoenix meteor showers, and a phoenix that wanted to spread its wings and soar appeared with it.

"Go!"

Ma Hongjun pointed to Zhao Yan's position.

The roar of the fierce phoenix resounded, and the fire phoenix flew around him from Ma Hongjun's position.

Phoenix Dance for Nine Days!!

Dance to the enemy with a dance of death!

This is Ma Hongjun's proudest self-created soul skill: the soaring fire phoenix.