Droplets of bean-sized water fell from the sky, clouds churned, and wind and rain fell.

The sound of a gong resounded throughout the entire central square, and Murong Jiu's ultimate battle to challenge the Lion King Overlord began. Although the wind and clouds were surging at low altitude, the mood of hundreds of thousands of spectators remained undiminished, and no one was absent and left.

This is the lion king competition, the battle of top young powerhouses.

In the ring, the strength was vertical and horizontal, the strong wind was howling, Murong Jiu looked at Long Wen opposite, his pupils contracted slightly, the Lion King Tournament was worthy of being a super youth who gathered the entire spirit world, if he did not reach the quasi-god king realm, it would be difficult to stand on the opposite side of Long Wen steadily. Even at this moment, under the impact of Long Wen's quasi-god king's momentum, he still felt the suppression of the strong wind, and she was no less inferior than Long Zijing.

No longer waiting, his feet slammed on the ground, Murong Jiu blasted at Long Wen like a disemboweled cannonball, and with a ferocious momentum, he raised his stick and smashed it wildly.

Rumble...... With two surging bombardments, Murong Jiu and Long Wen were shocked back at the same time by the huge anti-seismic force, and the two quasi-god kings collided, intuitively reflecting the equal strength of the two of them - the lion king met the tiger.

Murong Jiu held the black wooden stick of the fierce demon soldier in his hand, and fought against Long Wen who was holding the dragon slaying sword, for a while, the stick shadow in the ring was Huo Huo, and the sword qi was horizontal;

Abandoning the initial tentative attack, Murong Jiu and Long Wen faced each other in close combat, competing with each other's martial arts and experience in the decisive battle. Although Murong Jiu had not been in the realm of the quasi-god king for as long as Long Wen, he was not yet proficient in the battle between the quasi-god kings. However, he became a zombie body, lost the sense of pain and trauma, and could fight without fear in the fight, so that there was basically not much disparity in the comprehensive combat strength between the two of them.

The super powerhouses Ziqing, Ouyang Batian, and Black and White Impermanence were shocked almost at the same time, Long Wen had already shown that her combat power was superior by winning from thousands of opponents, while Murong Jiu was ahead of her with a short period of advancement. He actually surpassed the other quasi-god kings and fought with Long Wen on a par. This kind of result can only show that his exercises are sharp, as well as the spirit will is resolute and his beliefs are strong.

This duel between the lion king and the tiger is a strong encounter. Wonderful. The two of them have equal combat effectiveness, if there is no accident. The duration of the duel must not be too short.

The clouds in the sky were thundering and rumbling, the rain was getting stronger, and the hundreds of thousands of cultivators watching the battle each held up their own self-defense shields. Looking forward to witnessing the moment when the lion king won under the unbeautiful heaven.

The handsome and holy moonlight bodhisattva held up a milky white light curtain three inches outside her body, and the rain slid down the light curtain, through the barrier of the rain marks, on that beautiful face, it was her teeth clenched with worry. Looking at the dead zombie with gray and black skin, he fought hard against Long Wen, the first young man in the spirit world, her heart was complicated and her heart was difficult to peace...... In a trance, her eyes rippled with "a pool of autumn water".

(The Moonlight Bodhisattva is above, and the kid has absolutely no intention of blaspheming you, just because the story plot needs it, but please be sure to Haihan.) ）

One hour, two hours...... The competition in the ring did not stop at all, and the battle seemed to have entered a white-hot situation, in such a super-powerful continuous collision, the move has become a useless posture that restricts itself, and the two of them compete for strength, as well as tenacity.

The black wooden stick swept and smashed wildly, and the dragon sword stabbed straight and obliquely, sharp and unstoppable. It was the most direct bombardment that abandoned the move martial arts and simplified the complex, and the battle fell into anxiety.

Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of cultivators, in the ring, there was a huge change very suddenly, Murong Jiuhou, who was wielding a black wooden stick like a storm, was unable to continue, and was found an opportunity by Long Wen, cut off his left arm with a sword, and a fierce force bombarded him to the protective barrier.

"Ah......h

Her eyes were always focused on the Moonlight Bodhisattva on Murong Jiu's body, and she let out an exclamation, in the battle of the Super Quasi-God King, failure may mean death! She looked at Murong Jiu with worried eyes, the nails of her clenched fists were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood, and she didn't know it.

The battle has been fought so far, and Murong Jiu will be defeated, which is also reasonable for the spectators, after all, compared to Long Wen, who won the competition of a thousand people, Murong Jiu is too unknown, and his face is too unfamiliar.

The left arm was cut off by the sword, is it really going to be defeated?

A mouthful of death essence was spit out by Murong Jiu, and with a black wooden stick in his right hand, he glanced at the half of his left arm that was quietly thrown aside...... Suddenly, he violently turned his head to stare at the super strong Long Kui, and a pair of his death eyes burst out with a three-foot-long cold green light.

What a trick to hide a knife in a smile!

The battle between Murong Jiu and Long Wen caused his spiritual soul to be in an extremely grim state, and at that moment of nervous tension, a handsome face with a closed moon and a shy flower suddenly occupied his entire spiritual soul thinking. This smiling face was like a fairy's shy answer, and it was like a bewitching face, and a wave of surging "coquettish" will made Murong Jiu's soul tremble for a moment.

A good trick of insidious and treacherous "hiding a knife in a smile", hurting people invisibly, Murong Jiu could think that the only person who hindered himself from competing for the lion king's overlord and wanted to put himself to death was the super strong Long Kui.

Rumble...... A powerful and ferocious momentum erupted from the high platform of the super powerhouse, rising into the sky like a billowing wolf smoke, instantly dispersing a large area of thunderclouds in the low sky. The evil young man Zi Qing stood up immediately, and his chair immediately shattered, and he stared at Long Kui coldly with a solemn face, and a pair of eyes shot straight out of a long purple and cyan lightning.

When Murong Jiu suddenly appeared and was cut off by the sword, Zi Qing suddenly guessed that Long Lu had bad intentions towards Murong Jiu's smile before, and that a super strong man with thousands of years of years, Long Kui secretly conspired against a quasi-god king, Zi Qing was furious, and a restless ferocious anger surged outside his body.

Not only Ziqing, even Black and White Impermanence and Ouyang Batian, they looked at Long Kui with a frown, and several of them belonged to the super powerhouses in the spirit world. is comparable to Long Kui's strength, although they didn't expect her secret tricks for a while, but after the incident, they also knew about it at the same time.

In the face of the irritable Ziqing, Long Kui didn't dare to be careless, she also stood up in an instant, and her whole body surged out of a hidden strong momentum; With the experience and insight of a super strong. Her justification can only be quibble.

At this moment, Long Kui is indeed difficult to ride a tiger and kill Murong Jiu, which in her expectation is as long as Murong Jiu's divine soul is confused, in the tense quasi-god-king duel. He must have been killed by a single blow. She didn't overestimate her plans and tricks. However, he despised Murong Jiu's physical instinct for the perception of danger. and the strength and condensation of his soul.

Hulala...... The two super powerhouses suddenly formed a confrontation, which caused a huge panic in the hearts of hundreds of thousands of spectators. Super strong, that is a powerful person who can move mountains and reclaim the sea. If such a character can't think of it and a fight breaks out, then all the spectators in this square will undoubtedly be a pool fish that has suffered, and there is no place to bury them...... Hundreds of thousands of spectators were slightly restless.

"Two seniors, please think twice and focus on the overall situation. ”

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, his face was in a cold sweat, if he messed up this lion king competition, his sin would be too great, and it would be unforgivable. For the sake of his own life, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and flew to the center of the confrontation between Ziqing and Long Kui.

"Murong Jiu, tear her up for me!"

Although there was anger, Ziqing was not dizzy, and in this situation, he did not dare to be unscrupulous, but anger is anger, his finger pointed at Long Wen in the ring, and a suppressed roar exploded in the low air.

Boom...... The sound of Sanskrit singing, like a dusk drum and morning bell, sounded in Murong Jiu's spiritual space, and his spirit immediately vibrate.

With this inspiring sound, Murong Jiu raised his hair and let out a ghostly roar, his long gray-white hair rose upside down, and a pair of blood-red wings sprouted and spread out from his back, and a surging death aura rolled up. Suddenly, a gray figure with blood wings on his back flew out of his body, and the afterimages of his body were blurred, and they invaded Long Wen's body in an instant.

"That's ......" Murong Jiu, the severed arm in the ring, his sudden erection surprised many spectators, not only did he have strange blood wings on his back, but he also strangely sealed the cultivator in his body?

What a technique of separating the body from the soul! A fine light flashed in Ziqing's angry eyes, Ha Luha, with such a stable soul body, this matter can be done.

The black and white impermanence of the eyes flowed through the essence, and Ouyang Batian's eyes also flashed with brilliance, even the other super powerhouses were moved.

Indeed, the figure that flew out of Murong Jiu's body was his soul, but for the quasi-god king realm, he had such a stable soul, which already showed that the exercises he practiced must contain superior soul cultivation techniques.

The soul is originally a weak soul body, which is very easy to collapse, and when it reaches the realm of soul wandering outside the body to fight, it is all an extraordinary god king. And the ghosts and ghosts living in the netherworld, it is not because of their high strength, but because their soul bodies are protected by the power of the rules of the netherworld, as long as they survive in the netherworld, even the weak souls will not be blown away by the wind.

Long Kui's cold cheeks, there were also wisps of essence shining in his eyes, Murong Jiu was full of soul cultivation techniques, and he actually condensed his soul to such a stable state, which was indeed unexpected by her, but fighting with a soul outside her body also made her see Murong Jiu's desperate cruelty, he was not only cruel to the enemy, but also cruel to himself.

The soul is originally a weak life form, and it is indeed too different from the solidity of the physical body, even if the soul cultivation technique is slightly successful, and it can swim out of the physical body, few people are willing to fight with the soul. After all, the soul of the human body is extremely valuable, and it is extremely difficult to recover after being damaged, and the slightest mistake will cause the soul to be mutilated.

"Long Wen admits defeat, stop it!" Long Kui, who has always been arrogant, is really unwilling to admit defeat, but for the safety of future generations of Long Wen, she has only this choice.

Zi Qing glanced at Long Kui, who had a serious expression, and disdain flashed in his eyes, Hmph, admit defeat? Murong Jiu's soul body invaded Long Wen's body strongly, don't you think it's too late?

It was indeed too late, with a terrible scream, Long Wen's soul was bombarded out of the body, and a much fainter figure flew like a butterfly destroyed by a hurricane, and Murong Jiu's condensed soul also instantly drilled out of Long Wen's body, and he pursued it quickly like a shadow, slapping down one by one.

"Stop!"

Long Kui could no longer stand by, looking at the situation, Murong Jiu, who had a grudge, would definitely kill Long Wen's soul, she screamed, clapped her palm and slammed it into the ring, and a jade palm that scattered the might of the god king immediately shattered the protective shield and grabbed Murong Jiu's soul.

"Long Lu, do you dare?" Zi Qing let out a roar, his figure flashed again and again, frantically using the skill of shrinking into inches, and quickly rushed to the ring.

The surging resentment accumulated and fermented in the divine soul, and Murong Jiu sensed Long Kui's angry howl and the bombardment of the God King, and his soul's eyes shot blood-colored fiercely...... The blood-colored wings vibrated wildly, and he ghostly appeared in front of Long Wen's soul, waving his palm and slamming it on her heavenly spirit, and then his figure flashed again and again, and returned to the body in an instant. (To be continued......)