Uncle Yang Mao, who suddenly burst out, roared angrily at Yan Mengmeng.

With this sound, the monstrous momentum burst out instantly, and the momentum blew Yan Mengmeng's long hair like a violent wind.

Yan Mengmeng frowned, blowing her hair up made her really uncomfortable, knowing that she was going to participate in the competition, Yan Mengmeng also deliberately tied her hair up.

This Uncle Yang Mao is a little annoying!

Immediately, I saw the sword in Yan Mengmeng's hand swing again, the monstrous momentum was like a wave, and the sword that Yan Mengmeng swung directly divided the wave into two.

When the momentum hit Yan Mengmeng, he was forced to rush to both sides.

At this time, Yang Mao was glaring angrily, and the three-headed dog martial soul phantom behind him was even more fierce and vicious staring at Yan Mengmeng.

As soon as the momentum was retracted, he rushed directly towards Yan Mengmeng.

Unlike last time, this time Uncle Yang Mao made a real killing move, not a temptation.

Yan Mengmeng's humiliation has made him lose his mind, and his murderous intent has risen, and his murderous spirit is rampant.

Seeing this, the referee not far away wanted to step forward to stop him, but saw Yan Mengmeng shaking his head at him.

Obviously, this is Yan Mengmeng signaling that he doesn't have to, although he is still worried in his heart, he still has to follow the instructions of His Royal Highness the Holy Maiden.

The spectacle brought by Her Highness the Holy Maiden just now made him unconsciously choose to believe.

Uncle Yang Mao came over from the position just now, and compared with before, I don't know how many times faster.

However, when he came to Yan Mengmeng less than a meter in front of him, Yan Mengmeng's eyes were serious, and his originally smiling face was full of seriousness.

In an instant, Yan Mengmeng raised her hand.

Out of the sword!

For a moment, the sword light and the unique light of his soul power intertwined, and the violent light almost flashed so that the audience below couldn't open their eyes.

After a moment, the light faded.

People looked at it again, and at this time, the corners of Uncle Yang Mao's mouth were overflowing with blood, and there was no look in his eyes, he bowed his body, looking at the place where he bowed, it was Yan Mengmeng's sword in his body.

Yes, at that moment just now, Yan Mengmeng made a counterattack, and this counterattack was a direct stab with a sword.

In fact, Yan Mengmeng has other ways to break the game, but she doesn't want to use it, this person is going to kill herself, and keeping it is also a scourge, so it is better to solve it on the spot today and save trouble.

Only a thousand days to be a thief, how can there be a reason to prevent thieves for a thousand days.

If you let him go today, you will have one more enemy in the shadows in the future, and the troubles will be endless.

Yan Mengmeng is a casual person, if there is a vengeance, he will be avenged on the spot, and what sword cultivation pays attention to is that the sword heart is clear, and he doesn't dare to kill, so he doesn't dare to kill, what kind of sword is he practicing!

Just when people covered their mouths and stared at the scene in disbelief one by one, a change protruded.

Yan Mengmeng, who was also a little uncomfortable, was covered in black light, indeed this is the first time that Yan Mengmeng has used a firm murderous intent to kill, and it is inevitable that she will be a little uncomfortable, although his father often says that killing people is nothing more than drinking water, so let her get used to it.

But she still couldn't stand it.

The most important thing is this black light, which is different from the black of the 10,000-year soul ring, which will also emit some light; So now the light on the field feels a lot dimmer.

Yan Mengmeng was wondering what this was, familiar and unfamiliar, and then, the black light directly turned into a ball, enveloping Yan Mengmeng in it.

And Yang Mao, who was killed by Yan Mengmeng's sword, was directly bounced away and fell motionless on the stage.

Yan Mengmeng's sudden change made everyone unexpected, and in a hurry, the referee had to go to the top of the sect to deal with the situation.

At this time, the high-level leaders of the sect were all paying attention to another game, that is, the peak duel between the Holy Son of the White Cloud Sect and the Holy Son of the Qianjun Sect.

Because Yan Mengmeng is a soul sect, he basically has no chance of winning against Yang Mao, so naturally he doesn't need to pay too much attention to the game, but this one is related to the face of their respective sects.

Although one is a fifty-seven level and fifty-two levels, it is really unknown who wins and who loses.

The two Holy Sons on the stage are really fighting hotly, sometimes they have the upper hand, and sometimes they are moved back to the situation, which is really a great battle in the soul master world!

Just as the two elders of Qianjun Sect showed a pleased smile, someone suddenly rushed over and whispered beside them for a while.

Suddenly, the two of them stood up suddenly, and the smile on their faces disappeared, replaced by panic.

And the Baiyun Sect also received the news, and the reaction from these two people was almost exactly the same.

The four of them looked at each other, and then ran towards Yan Mengmeng like crazy.

Some of the audience noticed the reaction of these bigwigs, and they were very puzzled, and saw the four of them hurriedly leave the arena and run in the direction of the other half of the arena, and they also followed these bigwigs.

In the blink of an eye, the originally popular competition suddenly became unfragrant, and this also made the two holy sons on the field very puzzled, one was not careful, the holy son of Baiyun Sect was beaten, and was directly beaten out of the field, and the game was announced in such a hurry, and the holy son of Qianjunmen won.

Because it was a sudden reaction, the two sons were not injured, and the two saluted each other, and they also followed the pace of the crowd.

The original inseparable game was so hastily understood, which made the referees on the field a little embarrassed!

But now it's important to go and see the excitement, so I don't want to do that.

In just a quarter of an hour, the place where Yan Mengmeng was located was directly surrounded.

From a distance, you can see that there is a weird black ball on the stage at this time, and then the four bigwigs are standing there pondering something.

The expressions of the two Qianjun Sect were a little sad, but the two of Baiyun Sect were puzzled.

"You say it's a saint?"

The head of the White Cloud Sect looked at the referee who came to report before and asked.

The referee who knew about it nodded like a chicken, very sure.

Master Bai looked at Elder Wang beside him and asked him what he thought, Elder Wang was also confused at the moment, and shook his head without knowing anything.

So, the two continued to ponder.

And here, the two of Qianjunmen couldn't hold back, first of all, the one who died was the nephew of one of them, and this kind of affectionate relationship made him lose his judgment of the current situation.

Secondly, after knowing the news that the enemy was around, he couldn't hold back even more.

In an instant, this elder turned on his martial spirit, which was somewhat similar to Uncle Yang Mao, and he was also a three-headed dog, but he was no longer a phantom, but a real beast, and the visual effect or something directly improved I don't know how many grades.

Then, after opening the martial spirit, he launched the most fierce attack on this black ball in the eyes of everyone's surprise, and as soon as he made a move, the feeling was extremely different.

As if this move could tear apart the heavens and the earth, even some people with low strength did not dare to look at it directly.

However, just as he attacked on top of the black ball.

Master Bai and Elder Wang naturally secretly screamed bad and wanted to stop it, but it was too late at the moment.

After all, it was Contra Douluo of the same level as them who made the shot.

The attack hit the black ball, and the two white heads were a little desperate.

Almost with all his strength, he shouted, "Stop! ”

However, it didn't work, this brilliant blow with the momentum of mountains and rivers had already hit the black ball.