"Although this tiger is not as good as a spirit beast, it is not comparable to an ordinary beast, it is a pure spiritual body, even if it is a small mountain, it can also crash out of a hole in an instant. If it bites down, even the sword will bite off. ”

"Such an attack, even if it falls on me, I have no power to resist, I don't know what move this is only a young man in the intermediate spirit weapon realm, and he can block it?"

On the cultivation ground, the spirit who had some contradictions with Yan Zehao on weekdays hoped that Yuehua would be able to beat Yan Zehao, his words were biased towards Yuehua, and he said to himself secretly, his eyes flashed, thinking about how Yuehua would take this move.

"Block a fart, Brother Ze Hao's attack is already close to the Spirit Commander Realm, how can that kind of intermediate Spirit Soldier Realm be able to resist it!"

Although it was a faint voice to himself, but the cultivation field was full of high-level spirit soldiers realm spirits, how sensitive their hearing was, those who supported Yan Zehao, hearing this, looked dissatisfied, and snorted coldly.

"Phew!"

In the center of the cultivation ground, the fierce tiger several feet tall condensed by spiritual power showed its cold teeth, as if there was a smell of blood, pounced in front of Yuehua's body and bit down hard.

The timid female spirit on the field let out a frightened scream, her body trembled, and her hands covered her eyes.

Success or failure in one move, this tiger has already condensed all of Yan Zehao's spiritual power, if he can break the attack, there is still a chance to win, if he can't break it, he will lose his combat effectiveness at the lightest, and he will be hit hard.

The middle-aged referee's lips moved slightly, and he muttered to himself.

"Click!"

The tiger bit down, and suddenly Yuehua's body was torn apart.

A smug smile appeared on Yan Zehao's face. Yuehua had no power to resist under the fierce tiger with his spiritual power condensed, which showed that the spiritual power long-range attack he had sent out before was a trick that was unseemly, and it was impossible for the mid-level spiritual weapon realm to have such a strong spiritual power to support his long-range attack.

"This is dead?"

On the cultivation ground, the spirit who had some contradictions with Yan Zehao on weekdays was dumbfounded and speechless.

"Hahaha, this garbage is dying faster than I imagined!"

The spirit who supported Yan Zehao laughed heartily, and glanced at the spirit who had some contradictions with Yan Zehao on weekdays.

Feng Jing'er's eyes flickered, the corners of her mouth rose in a graceful arc, and she gave Yan Zehao a thumbs up.

"Feng Jing'er, did you do this too early!"

Just when the cultivation ground was covered by laughter, behind the torn Yuehua body, another slender and upright body appeared, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, and his calm and indifferent voice fell, making the entire cultivation field silent.

Those spirits with smiles on their faces seemed to have changed their faces, their facial muscles trembled, from excitement to shock to incredulity, and finally their faces sank sharply, like the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the black pressure was overwhelming.

The corners of Feng Jing'er's mouth rose in an arc, and she instantly stiffened there, and her hands were shaking like cramps.

"How is that possible? Spiritual power turned into a person, he actually controlled his spiritual power to turn into a human form exactly like him, and avoided Yan Zehao's attack, which requires a lot of strong and practiced spiritual power to do, even if it is an ordinary spirit general realm, he can't do it! ”

"Spiritual power is a grade higher than that of spiritual power. Even if it is placed on the spirit of the high-level spirit soldier realm, it also needs extremely high talent to complete, and the spirit of the weak spiritual power, even if it reaches the spirit general realm, cannot complete the spiritual power of the person. ”

The sudden appearance of the moonlight was like a thunderbolt from the sky, causing all the spirits in the cultivation ground to tremble. Yan Zehao's whole person was stunned, his lips kept trembling, as if he had a thousand words, but he couldn't say a word.

"Boom!"

In the noisy discussion around him, Yuehua drank sharply, raised his head, drew a brilliant spiritual light, and punched the tiger with condensed spiritual power, causing the surrounding airflow to speed up, and the air rippled, and suddenly the tiger's spiritual light scattered and was torn apart.

Taking a step forward, Yuehua's pupils contracted, and instantly condensed into a spiritual power python in front of him, blowing out a violent wind, surging towards Yan Zehao, who was stunned.

At this time, Yan Zehao was already exhausted, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, and he didn't think that Yuehua would be able to dodge his tiger attack unharmed, and in the face of Yuehua's attack, he couldn't resist it at all.

After the spiritual power transforms into a person, there is still spiritual power to complete the transformation, how much spiritual power is required, is this still a spirit of the intermediate spirit soldier realm?

In the exclamations of the surrounding Daodao, Yuehua snorted coldly, shook his hand suddenly, and the spiritual power python pounced on Yan Zehao, biting his body out of a huge hole, and it was bloody.

The pain in his heart made Yan Haoze wake up in an instant.

Yan Zehao, invincible in the Spirit King Courtyard Spirit General Realm, one of the five tigers of the Primary Spirit Courtyard, has never been frustrated, and has never thought of falling into the hands of a young man in the Intermediate Spirit Soldier Realm.

"Boy, I'm fighting with you!"

The messy hair hung down, covering his pale face, Yan Zehao's facial muscles were twisted, and the whole person rushed towards Yuehua like crazy, beckoning without attack, punching and kicking.

"Look for death!"

With a flash of inspiration, Yuehua took a step forward, slapped it with one palm, and made a decision without hesitation.

"Whew!"

The strong palm wind, making a piercing friction sound in the air, fell on Yan Zehao's body, making his eyes white, and his body twitched for a moment, then he lost his breath and planted softly on the ground.

The wind was howling, the sun was shining, and the cultivation ground of the Spirit King Academy exuded a strong smell of blood, and the breathing sound of every spirit person was deliberately suppressed extremely low.

Feng Jing'er's delicate body trembled slightly, her eyes fell on Yuehua, her expression was extremely complicated, the muscles on both sides of her cheeks kept shaking, and her white hands shook back and forth unnaturally. In Yuehua's eyes projected, he lowered his head in shame.

Good men don't fight with women, Yuehua glanced at Feng Jing'er, and then withdrew her gaze.

The middle-aged referee gasped, his expression was cloudy and changeable, his lips moved slightly, as if he had something to say, but he didn't speak for a long time. Yuehua's eyes caught the mood swings of the middle-aged referee, knew what he was thinking, and stepped out.

"Whew!"

The wild sand blew in Yuehua's eyes, making his deep eyes covered with a layer of turbid dust, and a cold light suddenly shot out from the corner of his eyes, shaking the dust away, and his right hand quickly swung his fist and fell to the ground, shaking out a crack of dozens of zhang, making the spirits present tremble all over.

"This crack is proof, I must become a spirit of the high-level spirit soldier realm within a month, otherwise I will retreat from the Spirit King Academy, and the referee will not know that I am like this, can I still participate in the Spirit Ascension Competition!"

"Yes, yes!"

The howling wind blew on the face of the middle-aged referee, causing his already small eyes to narrow into a slit. His eyes withdrew from Yuehua, and he couldn't stop nodding.