The moonlight sprinkled on the fighting arena, as if it was covered with a layer of silver frost, all the people were quietly waiting for the final team battle, after a period of rest, people have returned to normal, but they still have some fear and fear when they think of the scene just now.

But no one left the scene, this time it was the only fighting spirit on the mainland, and if you missed it, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

Yan Xin looked at the moon in the middle, moved his body that had stood for a long time, the martial soul was re-summoned in his hand, and a war scythe appeared in Yan Xin's hand, and under the rendering of the moonlight, people thought that death was coming.

"You can play, you have no choice, you can only survive if you do your best to defeat me. It's a game for me, and I hope you guys can make it a lot of fun, and if you can't, then I'm sorry. ”

Yan Xin waved the war sickle in his hand, smashed it on the ground and urged.

The rest of the soul sect also knows that he has no choice, only to be consumed by them in the group, physical strength to the minimum, to give himself a chance to kill, the first two know some information of a thousand machines, there are melee and long-range attacks, first-class combat awareness, with a martial soul that can change the form of weapons, the means are extremely ferocious, and human life is like a game.

Yan Xin looked at the Ten Soul Sects with a desire to live and perseverance in their eyes.

"It seems that you have all thought about it, let's fight."

The ten soul sects quickly summoned martial souls to form a formation, in case the opponent grabbed the order, once their side was missing one person, then their chances of victory would be infinitely reduced.

Yan Xin suppressed his pace, giving them some time to react, and brandished his war scythe and rushed towards the nearest soul sect.

The closest to Yan Xin was the Soul Sect of the Red Blood Beast Martial Soul, seeing Yan Xin rushing towards him, he was not in a hurry to prepare for defense, and the others also reacted quickly to help, preventing someone from being killed in one instant without causing some damage to the other party.

Yan Xin sneered, his suppressed steps relaxed a little, and his hand slid towards a soul sect that supported him next to him, and the big head flew in the air, blood gushed out, and a soul sect lost his life.

The Soul Sect of the Red Blood Reckless Martial Soul originally wanted to entangle Yan Xin's martial soul, but what he didn't expect was that Yan Xin suddenly changed his moves, allowing himself to pounce into the air, and before he could react, he was spilled with the blood of his teammates, and when he came back to his senses, he immediately rushed towards Yan Xin to control Yan Xin's body.

Yan Xin dodged everyone's attacks lightly, occasionally blocked it with a war sickle, and had the upper hand in the attacks of the remaining nine people, Yan Xin watched the soul sect stimulated by blood become more and more courageous, and his heart became excited for a long time.

Yan Xin couldn't control himself a little, and the strength of the shot began to slowly increase, and the remaining nine soul sects began to support it hard, and their bodies were scarred, and now only the pursuit of life allowed them to survive until now, although they knew that Yan Xin was playing tricks on them now, there was still a glimmer of hope in their hearts, that is, the moment when Yan Xin relaxed.

The audience's endurance was strengthened, and they began to get excited to watch the fierce battle, cheering every time Yan Xin blocked a move or dodged a soul skill.

Yan Xin yawned suddenly, which made everyone think that his physical strength was starting to run out, which made the eyes of the remaining nine soul sects light up, and they took out a small pill and didn't even want to swallow it.

"They're starting to work hard, and they don't know if that thousand machines can survive." Dai Mubai looked at the pills taken out by the Soul Sect and said a little worried.

"There are only tired oxen, no ploughed fields. Beware of the attack of the Nine Soul Sects at any time should make him mentally exhausted, and I think he will not be able to hold it anymore. ”

Ma Hongjun felt a little sorry that a strong man who was destined to shock the mainland in the future would have to pay the price for his arrogance today.

"I don't think so, he still has a lot of physical strength." Tang San's Purple Pole Demon Pupil had been observing Yan Xin.

"He's yawning, and you tell me he doesn't use much energy." Ma Hongjun felt incredulous and shouted with his mouth wide open.

"He didn't sweat at all, and his steps were still so steady. Under this dense attack, he was still at ease, and he didn't even shake his hands. ”

Tang San's self-esteem was hit, he originally thought that his Xuantian Gong was endless, endless, but he didn't expect that today he would let himself see that it was even longer than his Xuantian Gong.

"No, we all saw him yawning, so it couldn't be that he yawned when he was bored." Dai Mubai said jokingly.

"Maybe it's true." Tang San looked serious.

"That's right, I feel like you haven't eaten even when you're beating, and now it's like words."

Yan Xin felt a trace of resistance when he blocked with the war sickle, and some of them were happy to see the hunting, and the tiger and tiger of the war sickle dance in his hand were vigorous, and the person who was hit was fractured at least and his head was severed.

After attacking again to no avail, his side also lost two people, and the remaining seven people who lost their minds seemed to have been discussed, forming a circle centered on Yan Xin, and preparing to go together.

Looking at the opponent who surrounded him, Yan Xin's soul power was blessed on the battle scythe, and the light on the blade was terrifying.

The rest of the people really want to know that they won't have a chance after they don't attack, and all the soul skills that can bless combat power are used in one go, and they rush towards Yan Xin together.

"Those people are over." Xue Qinghe felt a little sorry in his heart.

"It's over, we're going to have a good meeting with him later." Ning Fengzhi pushed his glasses, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yan Xin spun in place and swung his scythe to attack the enemy, blood and stumps scattered on the ground, the good ones had already lost their lives, and the bad ones squirmed their broken bodies and let out painful wails.

Yan Xin took the war scythe and walked towards the still living Soul Sect, separating their heads like cutting leeks, and the people watching couldn't think of going against him at all.

Yan Xin cut off the last head, put away the martial spirit, and raised his arms high, as if waiting for people's shouts, but no one made a sound after waiting for a long time, Yan Xin was a little embarrassed.

"I won, you shouldn't have done it for me."

Yan Xin's voice was not loud, but it happened to be heard very clearly by everyone. People woke up like a dream, venting their emotions with the strength of breastfeeding, and suddenly the audience was full of voices.

A gentle voice suddenly appeared on the field, and everyone's mood slowly stabilized.

"I am Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, and I am very happy to meet you. I didn't expect that there would be a talent in the Jiangshan Dynasty, and you would be able to complete the Soul Sect with the identity of the Soul Venerable, which made me wonder if I was living in the world I knew. ”

"You are still living in the world you know, please rest assured, it's just that you don't know much about this world, and you don't even know the origin of your Martial Soul Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda, otherwise you wouldn't always be the strength of a soul saint."

Yan Xin threw out a thunderbolt, which shook Ning Fengzhi and couldn't help himself.