Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious.

Emperor Xue Ye came back to his senses.

He frowned and raised his hand, signaling Xue Qinghe to keep quiet.

He smiled and nodded towards Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi understood, gave him a protective look, and continued to watch Ye Qiu's outstanding performance.

Although Xue Ye came back to his senses,

Qian Renxue, who looked like Xue Qinghe, still felt a little solemn in her heart.

Xue Ye's symptoms were becoming more and more serious, becoming more frequent, lasting longer and longer if no one called him, and even making him harder to wake up.

In the past, he could realize that he was in a daze, and then he asked people to touch him gently, and then he asked people to push him.

Qian Renxue knows.

This was poisoned by the Avalanche group.

Her plan to steal the country will definitely be affected by this, maybe much in advance.

Suppress these things for now.

Qian Renxue raised her eyes to look at the game that was coming to an end.

……

The audience started talking.

Ye Qiu's shouts were overwhelming, like a tsunami, one wave higher than the other.

Extraordinary handsome appearance, incredible talent, and powerful strength.

Undoubtedly, in the hearts of girls and young women, he is the most worthy and most expected person to be entrusted with for life.

Listen to the cheers around you.

Feng Xiaotian felt as if the whole world had given up on him and he was fighting alone.

My heart suddenly felt tragic.

After performing the thirty-fifth slash, he was knocked out again.

However, Ye Qiu's descent was already quite high from the ground.

Since the twenty-eight cuts.

Feng Xiaotian was retreating steadily.

He knew clearly in his heart that his failure was a foregone conclusion.

But now he doesn't want to give up.

If he gives up, how can he take steps forward in the future? !

Ye Qiu will become the shadow of his life!

Feng Xiaotian's eyes swept over Huo Wu, his teammates, and the audience, and a smile suddenly appeared on his blood-stained face.

The green wings that were on the verge of being shattered ignited green flames again, taking on a new look.

gritted his teeth and persisted

He spun around in the air and launched his thirty-sixth slash towards Ye Qiu.

"The Gale Demon Wolf kills thirty-six times in a row!"

Feng Xiaotian let out a roar, as if declaring sovereignty, and called out the name of his self-created soul skill.

The sound is a little sad...

But he just wants to tell the world that this soul skill belongs to him! It was created by him, Feng Xiaotian!

Ye Qiu is in pretty good condition.

His soul power cultivation and physical fitness were stronger than Feng Xiaotian's, making the thirty-six consecutive slashes of the Gale Demon Wolf he used more powerful than Feng Xiaotian's.

Ye Qiu said nothing.

He respected Feng Xiaotian's emphasis on copyright.

Ye Qiu didn't even bother to deceive the world and steal his reputation, not to mention that so many people had seen it.

I am just a learner.

Ye Qiu's eighteenth slash collided with Feng Xiaotian's thirty-sixth slash.

The cold wind stirred up by the ice soul is biting.

The endless wind blade released by Qingyi.

Sweeping, tumbling, and colliding together in the high air.

Ye Qiu was running the Blue Silver Holy Wing like crazy, weaving in time to fill any damaged areas, and attaching sharp ice layers.

Feng Xiaotian roared loudly, and green light surged crazily all over his body.

Amidst the loud noise.

Most of Ye Qiu's blue and silver holy wings were destroyed. Ye Qiu's face turned pale, and then he quickly began to heal with various healing skills.

But Feng Xiaotian's condition was very bad.

His wings were completely shattered, and a large rain of blood scattered in the air.

Countless flesh and blood charged straight at Ye Qiu with tyrannical energy. The blue and silver holy wings behind Ye Qiu shrunk, the weaving was completed, and he fanned out a hurricane.

Blow away the flesh and blood.

And because Feng Xiaotian no longer had wings to control the airflow, his body flew out diagonally under the huge momentum.

Although the wings are not real limbs.

But that was also condensed by Feng Xiaotian himself. Broken wings cannot be recovered in a day or two.

At this time, Feng Xiaotian's broken wings fell, and the broken flesh and blood of his wings could not hurt Ye Qiu.

The game is already over.

Ye Qiu quickly flew towards Feng Xiaotian, grabbed his shoulder, and started to treat him with the continuous activation of life and death.

Taking him directly to the ground.

Relax your body, spin around for more than a dozen times, release the remaining strength, and then stabilize.

Ye Qiu breathed a long sigh of relief.

He is just a little tired now, nothing serious.

Let Feng Xiaotian go.

The dizzy feeling kept attacking Feng Xiaotian's brain. He lost his footing and fell to the ground.

The two were not far apart.

One stood and the other fell, staring at each other.

Feng Xiaotian gasped for breath. His physical strength was almost exhausted, and the broken wings made him even more seriously injured.

He understood that this game was almost over.

"How on earth did you do that?"

Feng Xiaotian climbed up with difficulty, his voice sounded a little difficult.

Anyone who has practiced hard for several years can learn it overnight and use it against themselves to defeat themselves.

He would appear to be as depressed as he is, or even worse.

"It can only be said that my martial spirit is somewhat special. It has more than simple illusion abilities."

Ye Qiu touched his eye sockets, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Feng Xiaotian looked at Ye Qiu's scarlet eyes and suddenly felt that they were so dazzling and breathtaking.

Ye Qiu was also a little lucky.

In this world, no one thinks of gouging out his own eyes, otherwise he would be miserable.

"Is this so"

Feng Xiaotian nodded silently.

"Ye Qiu, do you know how strong you are?"

"Me?"

Ye Qiu chuckled.

Those around the ring and those who heard their conversation had their ears pricked up.

They wanted to hear how strong Ye Qiu really was.

Ye Qiu moved his lips towards Feng Xiaotian, his voice was very subtle, and only Feng Xiaotian could hear it clearly.

Feng Xiaotian's pupils trembled suddenly and he looked at Ye Qiu in disbelief.

Can anyone really achieve such terrifying combat power at this age with the Soul Sect's cultivation?

If it were someone else.

Feng Xiaotian would definitely think that he was crazy about gain and loss.

But the person in front of him was Ye Qiu, a monster who could learn the thirty-six consecutive blows of the Gale Demon Wolf just by looking at him.

This kind of person has his own arrogance.

Absolutely no nonsense.

Feng Xiaotian smiled bitterly and whispered: "Our Kamikaze team lost this game!"

Everyone was a little confused.

What exactly did Ye Qiu say to Feng Xiaotian, and why did Feng Xiaotian look like that.

Soul King? ! No.

At least the Soul Emperor can make Feng Xiaotian unbelievable, right?

Hearing Feng Xiaotian's voice, the referee immediately announced the match, with the Lanba Academy team winning.

The Lanba Academy team once again created the myth of solo play.

Today's game gave everyone too many surprises, if the game process was spread.

The ticket prices for the Soul Fighting Arena are likely to skyrocket immediately.

(End of this chapter)