Tang Yi is still standing in the center of the darkness, an impeccable first soul skill can achieve the purpose of his own consumption, and finally win the game and win the honor for the second grade, but who knows, the opponent's first soul skill alone will give him the feeling of shaking the tree with a mayfly, and he is so small.

The darkness flashed from the middle of it at the moment when Wen Yuchen landed, and the white light swept away the darkness inch by inch, and when Tang Yi was about to perform his first soul technique again, he found that a sword qi appeared around his neck.

Wen Yuchen returned to the air, his right hand pointed between his eyebrows, and the slight movement between his fingers controlled the sword qi at Tang Yi's neck, as long as there was the slightest movement, Wen Yuchen could kill him.

"I, I surrender!" Tang Yi trembled, threw his hands to the ground, and bowed to Wen Yuchen in the sky, until the referee came to the fighting spirit field, the sword qi had not dissipated, and the second-year one was a little fond of fighting back.

Wen Yuchen and the referee fell to the ground together, the referee glanced at Wen Yuchen, the sword qi dissipated, Tang Yi stood beside the referee with his head down, and took a few steps back.

The referee raised one of Wen Yuchen's hands, "I declare, No. 7 victory" As soon as the words fell, two stars jumped out of Tang Yi's head and came to the top of Wen Yuchen's head to merge.

After seeing his only two remaining stars disappear, Tang Yi couldn't stabilize his emotions, regardless of the referee being by his side at this moment, he immediately used his soul power, the first soul ring shone again, the thick dark soul power condensed in his palm, and the fangs of evil waved.

I knew that the second-year student had this method of not admitting defeat, Wen Yuchen's sword qi never disappeared for a moment, he stepped on a sword qi, and came to the air lightly, although he dodged Tang Yi's first attack, but Tang Yi was like a chicken blood, and waved his claws towards Wen Yuchen in the air.

Wen Yuchen looked at Tang Yi with disdain, countless sword qi slowly floated to his side, and gradually turned into a long sword, Wen Yuchen slightly operated his etheric martial soul, slowing down Tang Yi's attack speed, and the more time passed, the more powerful the soul technique.

The long sword cooperated with his first soul technique, Arc Moon Slash, and swung it accurately at Tang Yi's forehead, with no intention of stopping at all, it was time to teach him how to abide by the rules of the game.

In Tang Yi's eyes, if you know this move, you will win, and if you can't, the consequences will be unimaginable, not only a complete failure of the game, but also a punishment from the academy. The referee on the side moved his body, he just released a little soul power, and he really needed to straighten out the second-year one.

The arc moon slash collided with the evil fangs, the competition between the ether and the darkness, and the fluctuation of soul power far exceeded the normal soul power collision between the soul masters of the first ring, and the referee consolidated the strength of the shield and ignored the game at all.

Wen Yuchen broke through the darkness, looked down at Tang Yi who looked down like a meteor flying out of his eyes, and a large hole appeared on the ground, thinking about it, the power must be not small.

I don't know who got up, the sword immortal's shouts became louder and louder, Wen Yuchen looked at Tang Yi expressionlessly, and left the fighting arena amid the shouts of the students, while the unconscious Tang Yi also left with the help of several medical personnel.

The referee briefly said a few words to the medical staff and used his soul power to restore the large hole in the field.

As soon as Wen Yuchen returned to the door of the private room, he met Beigong Lingyuan who was about to go out, and it seemed that the next one would be his, so that the four of them could go out to play together.

Wen Yuchen touched Beigong Lingyuan's shoulder, the two of them were both buddies and opponents, "You know, be ruthless with the second grade." ”

The next game was indeed Beigong Lingyuan's, he came to the side of the fighting arena unhurriedly, waiting for his opponent, his partners won the game, and he couldn't lose.

After waiting for about ten seconds, a tall figure appeared in Beigong Lingyuan's field of vision, and it seemed that his opponent was him.

"Beigong Lingyuan, Class 5 of the first grade"

"Wang Xun, the third class of the first grade" Wang Xun straightened his chest, raised his clothes, and heard that his opponent was a first-grade, a student of the same grade, he relaxed.

The word "Wang" appeared on Wang Xun's forehead, his martial soul should be a tiger, the battle soul master, Beigong Lingyuan immediately judged the position of his opponent, he was not in a hurry to cast his martial soul, after all, his martial soul was not very aggressive.

Wang Xun yelled at Beigong Lingyuan, shaking the opponent's belief, his tiger teeth became very sharp, the weapon of the swift tooth tiger was the sharp tiger tooth, Wang Xun waved his tiger claws, and several scratches broke out of the air, as long as the opponent was right, then he had a chance.

Beigong Lingyuan watched Wang Xun's every move, the magic machine feather fan appeared in his hand, the feather fan gently fanned in the direction of the claw marks, the sharp momentum of the claw marks slowly dissipated under a gust of wind, the wind blew towards Wang Xun, Wang Xun immediately made defensive preparations and resisted the attack of Beigong Lingyuan.

The first time he fought Wang Xun, he was at a disadvantage, and in a hurry, Wang Xun imitated the movement of the tiger forward, and came to the front of Beigong Lingyuan two or three times, the first soul ring behind him was shining, his tiger claws became extremely sharp, and the speed of waving his hand became extremely fast, which was dazzling.

Seeing that Wang Xun came to him, Beigong Lingyuan smiled, Wang Xun was looking forward to the opponent's face, why not himself.