Five soul rings surrounded Na'er's body, and the silver dragon spear was in hand.

Feng Xiaotian took a deep breath and was possessed by the Wind Demon Wolf, the first soul ring on his body suddenly lit up, his figure moved quickly, and twelve wind blades swept towards Na'er from all directions.

Na'er didn't swing the gun, her body moved back and forth in place a few times unhurriedly, and the eleven wind blades were easily flashed, and the last wind blade raised her hand to catch it with the barrel of the gun, as if she wanted to see the attack power of the wind and laughing sky wind blade, but the wind blade was scattered without making Na'er take a step back.

Seeing that the Wind Blade Array did not take effect, Feng Xiaotian frowned, and the second and third soul rings on his body lit up at the same time, and the two major soul skills of Demon Wolf Possession and Wind Wings were activated.

The cyan wings spread, and Feng Xiaotian suddenly flew into the extreme altitude of fifty meters.

"Wind Demon Wolf, thirty-six consecutive slashes."

Knowing Na'er's strength, Feng Xiaotian directly used his strongest combat power.

In mid-air, in order to prevent Na'er from interrupting, Feng Xiaotian kept spending a lot of soul power to move at high speed and stack soul skills.

Na'er below didn't mean to interrupt, she didn't use the power of space, she just fired a few water guns into the sky, each time she predicted Feng Xiaotian's next move, and each time the water gun was only a few centimeters away from Feng Xiaotian.

After a few times, Feng Xiaotian understood Na'er's actions even if he was stupid.

A little annoyed, he said, "You want to take my thirty-six slashes hard, as you wish."

When it was superimposed on the twentieth consecutive slash, Feng Xiaotian's wings fluttered, and the whole person suddenly swooped down, carrying a strong sharp aura, and launched an attack on Na'er.

Clang!

The Wings of the Wind collided violently with the Silver Dragon Lance, grinding into the air with sparks.

Bell.

Feng Xiaotian's figure in the air is getting faster and faster, and his attacks are getting more and more fierce.

Everyone's eyes were focused on this battle beyond the Soul King level.

In the previous Soul Master Competition, as long as that team had a Soul King, it was almost a certainty that that team would win the championship, but now that there is a Soul Emperor-level fight, how can they not care.

Tang San's hard pick up the wind laughing at the sky and the wind demon wolf couldn't slash the fourth in a row, and Na'er couldn't take the thirtieth slash with ease.

In the thirty-fifth chop, Na'er was shaken by the figure of Feng Xiaotian, and there was a friction sound between her feet and the field.

After the thirty-fifth slash, Feng Xiaotian flew into the air fifty meters above Na'er's head, and the fourth soul ring on his body lit up.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Demon Wolf Storm!"

A giant two-headed wolf condensed by a hurricane and more than five meters in length sprang out.

"Holy Maiden, this is the strongest attack that Feng Xiaotian can unleash, take it!"

Feng Xiaotian's figure rotated at high speed in the air, and with the strong wind pressure generated by the Demon Wolf Storm, it swept towards Na'er, and the power of this move was so great that the audience in the front row of the Fighting Soul Arena felt a hurricane cutting their cheeks.

Na'er also became a little serious, "Since that's the case, then I will also use all my strength, the elemental realm, the fifth soul technique, and the spear pierces the clouds." ”

Tang Hao: With its own domain, is that martial soul a super martial soul?

With the blessing of the Elemental Realm, Na'er's Fifth Soul Technique unleashed a golden spear that was three meters long, and it collided with Feng Xiaotian's full force with a momentum like a bamboo.

With this blow, everyone in the stands stood up, and even the faces of several people in the VIP seats became serious, no matter what the result was, this thrilling game was already in everyone's hearts.

Rumble!

A small mushroom cloud generated by soul power rose, and the shock wave brought by the violent soul power collision caused the members of the competition teams of the various academies closest to the venue to have to urge their own soul power to resist, and even the surface of the soul fighting field that could resist the attack of the soul emperor under their feet also appeared several cracks.

When the dust settled, on the playing field, Na'er's figure was still standing there like a javelin, her silver hair fluttering in the wind, and her figure stood proudly.

And Feng Xiaotian's soul power was exhausted, and he fell in the ring, his body was scarred, and his right arm was even broken with a big hole, and blood flowed out.

He still has breathing.

Na'er's blow was aimed at Feng Xiaotian's arm, thus saving Feng Xiaotian's life.

Subsequently, several medical staff carried Feng Xiaotian away on a stretcher.

The host then announced the victory of the Wuhun Palace.

"It's a shame." In the VIP seat, Spirit Kite Douluo muttered, "With such an injury, that little guy named Feng Xiaotian probably won't be able to participate in the afternoon competition." ”

Ning Fengzhi also spoke, "The game will inevitably have injuries, Feng Xiaotian has proven himself, what he did perfectly showed the original intention of the game and showed himself." ”

Although Ning Fengzhi's face was calm when he said this, there was always a smile in the depths of his eyes.

In the afternoon game, the Kamikaze Academy and Shrek Academy came to the Fighting Soul Arena, and because Feng Xiaotian's right arm was injured and could not participate in the competition, the Kamikaze Academy could only send a thirty-ninth level Soul Venerable to the field.

On the field, Shrek smiled, quite a villain, Ma Hongjun said sheepishly, "Huo Wu, you can still be called our opponent if you have Feng Xiaotian, without Feng Xiaotian, what do you do to compete with us." ”

Although Ma Hongjun broke through to level 44 and was only one level away from Fire Dance, Fire Dance still looked down on him.

Huo Wu said with relief, "yes, but so what? ”

"In the individual competition, in the face of the Wuhun Hall team, even if our kamikaze academy knew that we would lose, we still didn't escape, on the contrary, you slipped faster than a rabbit, and you were cowardly before fighting, even if you were stronger than us, but you were no longer worthy of being our opponent from the root."

"You."

How could this sentence be so similar to our mockery of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy team.

Tang San opened his mouth and said, "Fatty, don't listen to his nonsense, this is our tactic."

Looking at Tang San, Huo Wu said with disdain: "What tactics, as a soul master, you should not be afraid of all challenges, even if you know that you will lose, you will face it as always, Tang San, you are not a disciple of Yu Xiaogang, and your style of action is really similar to him."

"Fire Dance, you..." Tang San, who had calmed down the fat man, was also directly angry when he heard this, and was persuaded by other teammates to wake up.

The host knew that he was about to speak, "The game begins." ”

Without Feng Xiaotian, Kamikaze Academy was naturally not the enemy of Shrek Academy, and was easily defeated by Shrek Academy in just a few minutes, the worst of which was Fire Dance, who was smashed out by Tang San with a hammer from Haotian, spitting blood in his mouth, and his body almost fell apart.

Under the host's words, Shrek entered the finals.

At night, Shrek and everyone gathered together at the hotel to take Tang San's Longzhi leaves to restore their strength.

Ning Fengzhi was also on the side to encourage them, "Little San, according to the conversation between the Holy Maiden of the Martial Spirit Hall and Feng Xiaotian, it can be seen that the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Hall will definitely appear tomorrow, you must cheer up." ”

"Don't worry, Uncle Ning, the victory must be ours, and I will make that guy pay."

A cold light flickered in Tang San's eyes.

Ning Fengzhi was puzzled: "You know him, and you have a grudge against him?"

Then Tang San told Bibi Han about coming to Shrek Academy under the alias Gu Xuehan to bully his teacher.

Ning Rongrong also spoke, and said with a look of resentment how much the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Hall looked down on her and the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect.

Although Ning Fengzhi didn't understand why the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Hall went to Shrek, and he didn't have doubts about Tang San's move, he also had an angry face and comforted Ning Rongrong.

Only Zhu Zhuqing on the side had a solemn face, only she knew that the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Hall came to Shrek for Tang San, but she couldn't guess why, what did that strong and handsome Bibi Han have to do with Tang San, just with the blue silver grass, there were still too few clues.

After that, Shrek's hands were stacked again.

"Shrek, win."

(End of chapter)