"Are you trying to deal with Jiang Yun?"

Regarding Xia Hongling's words, Shen Zhongtian's face was calm, and he did not answer, but at the center of his eyebrows, there was a white soul power light surging, and a ray of light fell on his hand.

Xia Hongling looked at it intently, it was a white jade-like folding fan, and when the folding fan appeared, there was an invisible strong wind fluctuation around Shen Zhongtian.

"Five-grade high-grade artifact soul, white jade fan!"

Xia Hongling bit her red lip and said.

Shen Zhongtian is also one of the geniuses of West Lake Middle School, although he has not been born with a soul ring and has been promoted to the sixth grade, his martial soul is also very good.

Shen Zhongtian only glanced at Xia Hongling lightly, in his eyes, Xia Hongling was not qualified to let him pay attention.

Swish!

Shen Zhongtian's feet collapsed, holding a white jade fan, and shot away in mid-air, the battle circle of thunder and flames fiercely fighting.

"Shen Zhongtian, don't you think about it!"

Seeing this, Xia Hongling gritted her teeth and said angrily, and the fiery red spiritual power suddenly burst out.

"I'll do it. ”

Just when Xia Hongling was about to make a move, a somewhat heavy voice sounded and stopped Xia Hongling.

Xia Hongling raised her eyes and looked.

It was Liao Chen, who had just repaired some injuries.

Looking at the violent Shen Zhongtian, Liao Chen's face was solemn, and the strong spiritual power in his body exploded.

Liao Chen held the sword in both hands, and at the center of his eyebrows, a black soul power poured out, enveloping his black heavy sword.

Swish!

A thick black sword slashed at Shen Zhongtian, who shot into the air.

"Hmph. ”

Seeing this, Shen Zhongtian snorted coldly, and the spiritual power in his body poured into the white jade folding fan.

"White jade wind slash. ”

Shout!!

Shen Zhongtian fanned out, and a light white wind slash shot towards the heavy sword.

Bang!

The white wind slash easily slashed the black sword light.

Smack.

However, Shen Zhongtian was blocked by the black sword, and the momentum of the burst shot came immediately, falling back to the ground.

"Liao Chen, you are not Yue Yang's opponent, and you will not be my opponent. ”

Shen Zhongtian glanced at Liao Chen, his body was like a strong wind, and he shot towards Liao Chen.

Swish!

The white jade folding fan in Shen Zhongtian's hand was fanned, and more than a dozen invisible wind blades, one by one, seemed to cut through the air, and shrouded Liao Chen.

In the face of Shen Zhongtian's attack, Liao Chen's face also had a touch of solemnity, and in the center of his eyebrows, the black soul power light flashed.

A black martial spirit appeared above Liao Chen's head.

The martial soul was like a ball, and it was filled with a sense of heaviness.

"Gravity Martial Soul, Gravity Soul Shield. ”

Liao Chen let out a deep sigh.

Rumble!

A huge black gravity soul shield formed, blocking Liao Chen's body.

Bang! Bang!

The burst of wind blades slashed down on the black soul shield, and suddenly made a dull sound like a storm.

The black soul shield lasted for two breaths, and it was covered with cracks like glass about to shatter, and in an instant, it shattered.

Poof!

The last wind blade slashed through the soul shield, leaving a bloody hole on Liao Chen's right arm, and blood splattered out.

"Liao Chen. ”

Seeing that Liao Chen was injured, Xia Hongling's face changed, Shen Zhongtian showed good strength as soon as he made a move, and Liao Chen was afraid that he was not an opponent.

Swish!

At this time, Shen Zhongtian's body had already arrived, and that speed was really fast.

"Gravitational aura. ”

Liao Chen shouted, and a black soul power instantly enveloped the range of more than ten meters around him, and the two sides fought in an instant.

Murong Yan glanced at Shen Zhongtian and Liao Chen, who were fighting, and there was no worry on his face, and immediately, he looked at the battle circle of the fierce battle between the two sides in mid-air, and his beautiful eyes were slightly condensed.

Shen Zhongtian and Liao Chen don't have to worry about it at all, it's just a matter of delaying a little time.

However, Lin Yueyang and Jiang Yun, the bird martial soul was really a little domineering, and he was even a little overbearing with the one-horned thunder beast martial soul, and it was a pity that he did not fall behind.

Even, there is still a victory.

Boom!

In mid-air, there was another violent collision, and after that violent shock, a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of Lin Yueyang's mouth.

"Yue Yang's condition is not good. ”

Murong Yanmei's eyes narrowed slightly.

Rumble~!

At that moment, Murong Yan didn't delay any longer, and the light purple spiritual power around her body burst out, and at the center of her eyebrows, the soul power light flashed.

A light purple vine appeared above Murong Yan's head.

"It's the Violet Martial Spirit!"

"Another five-rank high-level martial spirit. ”

"Murong Yan is also going to make a move. ”

“......”

Murong Yan's face was originally beautiful, and the light purple spiritual power fluctuated around her, causing many eyes to look sideways.

Seeing Murong Yan summon a martial spirit, Xia Hongling's face changed again.

"It is worthy of West Lake Middle School, and the background is indeed a little strong. ”

“......”

On the other side of Bishui Creek, some voices also sounded secretly.

Taking Tenglong Middle School as an example, the five-grade high-level martial spirit, Tenglong Middle School is only owned by the freshman Lei Yue.

And West Lake Middle School, in addition to the super genius Li Feiyang, who is enough to rank in the top ten of the freshman list, Murong Yan and Shen Zhongtian are all owners of five-grade high-level martial souls.

This gap in the level of martial souls, to a certain extent, also reflects the gap between the two schools.

Rumble!

Xia Hongling bit her silver teeth, and above her head, a fiery red flower emerged.

The fiery red flowers, shaped like lotus flowers, bloomed.

The four-grade high-level martial soul, the fire lotus, and the plant-based fire martial soul, are Xia Hongling's martial souls.

"What, you want to stop me?"

Murong Yan glanced at Xia Hongling, who summoned the martial spirit, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Hmph, you West Lake Middle School are shameless, don't think about bullying more and less!"

Xia Hongling bit her silver teeth and snorted angrily.

Hearing this, Murong Yanqiao's face sank slightly, and he didn't say much.

"Go. ”

Murong Yan pointed with his right hand, and above her head, the violet vine martial soul shot out at Xia Hongling.

The martial soul is separated from the body, which is one of the means of the earth martial artist.

Shout!

In the air, a purple trace streaked, and there was a fierce sound of wind, and the violet vine martial soul was like a purple long stick, and it shot at Xia Hongling in an instant.

Xia Hongling's pretty face changed, and as soon as Murong Yan made a move, he didn't have much to spare.

"Fire Lotus, Fire Lotus Talisman!"

Xia Hongling bit her silver teeth and shouted.

Swish!

The fire lotus above his head fell in front of Xia Hongling, Xia Hongling put his hands against the fire lotus, and the spiritual power poured into the fire lotus.

Rumble!

When the violet vine martial soul was like an arrow from the string, it burst out, and in the fire lotus, the majestic fire spirit power surged out, heading towards the violet vine martial soul.

On the violet vine martial spirit, a fiery red flame instantly swirled around.

Xia Hongling put his hands against the Fire Lotus Martial Soul, and the fire spiritual power continued to pour into it.

The violet vine martial soul that shot out, and the fire lotus martial soul that was in front of Xia Hongling, the two sides were deadlocked in mid-air.

"Although Huo Kemu, however, with you, and your Fire Lotus Martial Soul, are far from being my opponents. ”

Murong Yan snorted lightly, and his figure instantly approached the Violet Martial Soul, and immediately, he stretched out his jade hand and grabbed the end of the Violet Martial Soul.

In Murong Yan's palm, light purple spiritual power poured into the violet vine martial soul, as if an invisible spiritual power wind blew, and the flames on the violet vine martial soul were quickly extinguished.

(End of chapter)