Jun Xuehan and Yan's fists collided together, and the huge force directly lifted Yan away.

Jun Xuehan's body dodged to the left, dodging the moon blade slashed by the demon, and then went straight to the auxiliary soul master, and the strong attack system, the sensitive attack system, and the auxiliary system that were blocked along the way were all knocked out by Jun Xuehan.

The demon appeared behind Jun Xuehan, and the moon blade in his hand slashed down at the same time, and swept out with one foot.

"First Soul Skill: Hell Magma Strike." The first soul ring under Yan's feet lit up, and a blazing magma went straight to dodge the demon attack Jun Xuehan.

The blazing magma passed by Jun Xue's hair, causing the silver hair to be burned by the blazing magma, and a hairpin fell off from the hair and fell on the competition table.

Jun Xuehan was about to reach out to pick it up, when he saw red lines appear on the ground, carrying magma at an extremely high temperature, rushing to the sky from the ground, enveloping his body in magma.

"That's it, Nana, his strength is not as strong as you say." Yan looked at Jun Xuehan, who was shrouded in magma, and couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

He is very confident in his soul skills, and without the strength of the soul saint, it is impossible to take over his soul skills empty-handed.

The demon didn't speak, his eyes were solemn, staring at the blazing magma in front of him, and the extremely high temperature filled the entire arena with a heat wave.

But gradually, the temperature on the competition table dropped in an instant, as if from the hot summer into the cold winter, and the breeze blowing turned into a cold winter.

The magma around Jun Xuehan's body froze with the naked eye, and after the magma froze, it shattered and turned into dots of ice crystals, and a cold voice sounded on the competition platform.

"It was a lot of fun." Jun Xuehan's eyes turned turquoise, and his hair was blown by the biting cold wind, and the Bingbi Emperor Scorpion Martial Soul appeared behind him, and a blood-red soul ring flashed under his feet.

A powerful momentum surged out of his body, and his turquoise eyes were full of coldness.

"END... Finished. Hu Liena looked at Jun Xuehan's cold eyes, and her heart couldn't help sinking, it was the first time she had seen such cold eyes in her junior brother.

The soul ring under Jun Xuehan's feet flickered, and a little snowflake fell from mid-air, and the biting cold wind, as if it had turned into a steel knife, kept blowing through, making the demon and Yan on the competition stage feel pain in their skin.

Jun Xuehan waved his hand, and the cold wind like a steel knife gathered and attacked towards the demon, but in an instant, the demon's body was knocked out, disintegrated in mid-air, and fell out of the game.

"Nana." Yan looked at Hu Liena, who was knocked out by the cold wind, and couldn't help but stretch out her hand and called.

"You're still worried about being better." Jun Xuehan's body moved, and a ghost-like figure appeared in front of Yan.

Before Yan could react, he felt that his neck was grabbed, accompanied by an incomparable force.

With a bang, Yan's body smashed down on the competition platform, and the competition table that could withstand any battle below Contra immediately shook violently.

The light of soul power surged in his hand, and with Jun Xuehan's punch, the competition platform completely collapsed, and the rumble was deafening, setting off a sky full of smoke and dust.

Just as Jun Xuehan was about to continue to move, a soft voice sounded in midair.

"Stop, it's over!"

"Boy, you Scorching Academy won." Yueguan's figure appeared in front of Jun Xuehan, stretching out to block Jun Xuehan's attack.

Jun Xuehan's body couldn't help but transform back half a meter, and Yueguan caught Jun Xuehan's attacking hand, but he was silently behind him, trembling slightly.

Although Yueguan did not release the martial soul, nor did he use soul power. But the soul power of Yueguan itself is a ninety-five-level Titled Douluo, and the first-level Titled Douluo is not comparable to the first-level of Contra Douluo and the Soul Saint, and the gap in soul power is very huge.

But around like this, Yueguan's hands trembled slightly after receiving Jun Xuehan's blow, which was enough to see how strong Jun Xuehan's strength was.

Jun Xuehan's eyes stared at Yueguan, the soul power on his body gradually dissipated, and the martial soul recycled into his body and walked towards the rest area.

Yueguan glanced at Yan who had passed out, stretched out his hand to grab Yan, and walked in the direction of the Pope's Palace.

"You're not leaving." Yueguan's gaze glanced at the evil moon, and said without being salty or light.

Hearing this, Evil Moon and Yan followed behind Yueguan, in the direction of the Pope's Palace.

"If he repairs it, then it's fine, if he doesn't work well, you can carpenter and ask him if he likes a clamshell or a slippery cover." A voice came into Yueguan's ears.

Yueguan's gaze quietly glanced at Jun Xuehan's direction, but after just one glance, he quickly withdrew his gaze.

If someone else dared to say this to him, Yueguan would have already attacked, and even Hu Liena, who was a disciple of the Pope, would have to give him some face as an elder.

But Jun Xuehan is different, this is not only a disciple of the Pope's crown, but also a worship hall standing behind him. Although the worship hall is not doing anything now, but not doing anything does not mean that the worship of the offering hall will not be done.

If Jun Xuehan doesn't want to save face with him Yueguan, then he really can't do anything about Yueguan.

And Jun Xuehan's words, although he didn't understand much in the front, but in the back, he can still understand it, find a carpenter, ask if you like a clamshell or a slippery cover, isn't that a coffin?

Yueguan glanced down, Yan in his hand, and said secretly in his heart: "You have a big deal, you kid is a big deal now, who are you messing with, you have to mess with him." ”

Returning to the Pope's Palace, Yueguan put Yan down, bowed to Bibi Dong on the main throne, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the golden generation has lost. ”

Hearing this, Bibi Dong glanced at Yan in surprise, nodded slightly, and said, "Losing is expected, but Yan's injury seems to be a little too serious." And Nana and Evil Moon, your injuries are not light. ”

Bibi Dong's eyes looked at the three of them, they were all his own people, Jun Xuehan shouldn't have such a heavy hand.

Hearing this, Hu Liena recounted the incident to Bibi Dong completely.

Hu Liena's voice fell, and Yueguan told Bibi Dong what Jun Xuehan said to him when he left.

Bibi Dong listened to their story, his eyes couldn't help but look at Yan, and said softly: "I know, Nana, Evil Moon, you go down first to adjust your injuries." ”

"Yueguan, you wake Yan up and wait in the Pope's Palace first."

As soon as the words fell, Bibi Dong closed his eyes and began to close his eyes to recuperate.

(End of chapter)