After perceiving the change in his soul power, Wen Yuchen endured the severe pain and got up, stabilizing the chaos in the dantian just after the soul power breakthrough, Mu Hanmin returned to the soul fighting platform, standing by Wen Yuchen's side, the winning side of this game was obvious, Mu Hanmin withdrew the Lingyu Soul Detection Gun, although this time it was unintentional but it was intentional, the "breaking" of the Lingyu Soul Exploration Gun solved the soul power pimple that Wen Yuchen had hoarded for many days, and the meridians all over the body were unobstructed, and the long-lost refreshment.

"In this game, No. 6 Mu Hanmin wins!" The referee looked at Mu Hanmin beside him, this doll may really be able to advance to the finals, play against Deng Haowen, and beat him.

Mu Hanmin used his soul power to take Wen Yuchen away, fortunately, he comprehended some of the way of time and space, and spent some soul power to bring Wen Yuchen back to the private room, this baby is not only a martial idiot but also a rice idiot, but it can wake him up, otherwise Mu Hanmin would have thrown him on the fighting soul field, let him play, open the door of the private room, the room was empty, Mu Hanmin looked at the big screen, today is actually the game between Guo Yumu and Beigong Lingyuan, Mu Hanmin closed his eyes, but with his spiritual power, he was clear about the fighting situation in the outside world, and his spiritual power actually reached such a state。

While watching the battle, Xiao Mu Hanmin of the Spiritual Xuan Domain was very diligent in contacting the Ghost Hidden Trace, with a strong spiritual power as the backing, he was more and more proficient in mastering the Ghost Hidden Trace, and gradually began to have a different from the usual Ghost Shadow Trace, Hanyu Star Emperor's special star transformation combined with the Ghost Shadow Trace, if he went all out, the huge teaching building would only take five minutes to run, but without a run around the school, he still honestly followed the big army, the armor on his body became heavier and heavier, and his footsteps did not stop。

The battle between Guo Yumu and Beigong Lingyuan on the fighting soul field has also reached a white-hot stage, Beigong Lingyuan still stabilizes his body, and Qianfeng keeps exerting with ink, but every attack will be offset by Guo Yumu with Yanwu Lie's light wave, and the two are deadlocked. Beigong Lingyuan also learned ghost shadow trails from the Tang people, but he didn't have the high-intensity training like Mu Hanmin, so his pace and Mu Hanmin's must still be a little inferior, Guo Yumu relied on the soul power caused by the collision of each Yanwu Lie light wave and Qianfeng Suimo, and slowly came to Beigong Lingyuan step by step, he was a battle soul master, and he needed to keep looking for opportunities to get close.

When Beigong Lingyuan noticed this, Guo Yumu was already within five steps of him, he projected his Shenji feather fan, and the feathers on the Shenji feather fan were scattered, forming a huge net, and a mountain appeared above Guo Yumu's head, he knew that Guo Yumu, who usually didn't talk much, was second only to Mu Hanmin in strength among the four, he was low-key and hardworking.

Guo Yumu's hands turned the color of Xuanyu, and the light wave of Yanwu Lie was released again, although it passed through the gap in the net formed by the feather fan of the divine machine, but it slowed down its speed, and the Xuanyu hand slammed into the mountain that was immediately pressed on his body, and the Xuanyu hand not only ignored the toxin, but also cracked the illusion, but it also depends on how well he uses it, and there is only one chance to crack the illusion.

The fact is that the mountain above Guo Yumu's head collapsed, the thousand peaks dissipated with the ink, the coercion on the soul skill dissipated, Guo Yumu's hands turned red, and he created his own soul skill: Yan Wupo, the bursts of flames that came out of his body rose upward, no matter how Beigong Lingyuan used his first soul skill, but it couldn't affect Guo Yumu, Guo Yumu's hand hung to the ground, the ink was scattered, and he got up with his strength, and a fist condensed by the martial soul covered Guo Yumu's right hand.

"Yan Wu Po!" Beigong Lingyuan mobilized all his soul power to resist Guo Yumu's attack, and the ghost shadow moved backwards at an accelerated pace, one after another thousand peaks were shot out with the ink, but in Guo Yumu's eyes, all of this was bells and whistles, all ethereal, and fragile.

Guo Yumu's right hand stopped in front of Beigong Lingyuan's forehead, the soul power wave blew away his hair, Beigong Lingyuan withdrew the Shenji feather fan, and Qianfeng Suimo, who had set up the game, was only one last stroke, and it seemed that he couldn't complete it.

"Finish that. Guo Yumu took half a step back, his hands were still in flames, Guo Yumu just released a little soul power, condensed a drop of ink, the ink dripped down, splashing on the soul fighting platform, suddenly, an ink painting was formed, although Beigong Lingyuan used all his last remaining soul power to resist Guo Yumu, but this move in front of him was to drain most of his soul power, and he took away most of his soul power in advance, otherwise how could he be powerless in the end. The ink painting scroll was originally static, but as time passed, it moved, and the soul power contained in each stroke was unimaginably sufficient, Guo Yumu looked at Beigong Lingyuan, and he was still starting early.

"I declare that No. 5 Guo Yumu wins" The referee saw everything under his eyes clearly, although the damage that erupted from the last picture scroll was very high.

The two walked off the fighting arena, "Yu Mu, you have to come on, your next one will be Deng Haowen." Beigong Lingyuan was not depressed at all because of the competition, although Guo Yumu did not learn from Mu Hanmin to break up his soul power knots, but with this game, he was satisfied, and he still needed more means, at least to be able to protect himself and endure.

"Beigong Lingyuan, your last one was useful to the ghost shadow trace, right. Mu Hanmin saw that the two of them had returned to the private room, and immediately stopped them.

"Yes, it takes a long time to perform. Beigong Lingyuan nodded, it seems that his trick is still okay, it is the product of his combination of Qianfeng with ink and ghost shadow trace, each ball of ink is like having its own thoughts, without outside interference, at an unfast speed to cast ghost shadows.