Peerless Tang Sect: Dragon Shocks the Universe

Chapter 342 The Holy Spirit Sect’s Style

Wu Yifan, captain of the Proud Sword Sect, had his chest heaving up and down. It was obvious that using the sixth soul skill consumed a lot of energy.

The old leader of the Holy Spirit Sect suddenly turned gloomy when he saw the scene on the stage. He turned around and whispered to the team for a moment.

Then, a young man in black robes and gold patterns with an outstanding appearance walked straight out of the team.

Jiang Shuo's old acquaintance, his 'partner' who traveled thousands of miles together - the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit, Yanfeng.

He walked slowly onto the stage, his entire body covered in a hooded robe, with only half of his slightly pale face exposed. Every step he took seemed to drive away the light, leaving his entire body always shrouded in darkness.

The hearts of all the young geniuses in the player area of ​​the arena sank.

In the past few days, they had identified the Holy Spirit Sect as the Evil Soul Master Holy Spirit Sect. Now that they saw this scene, even though they were hundreds of meters away, they could still faintly feel the pressure coming from them.

Long Aotian of the Noumenon Sect had the sharpest perception, and his heart was on guard. In just a few moments, he could distinguish this person's state.

His eyes couldn't help but glance in the direction of Taixu Sect and Shrek Academy.

Another soul saint.

By the time of the top 32 competition, the Tang Sect's residence had been upgraded a lot, and they had already settled into a comfortable soft chair area with backrests.

"This man is very powerful!" Huo Yuhao couldn't help but whisper.

Tang Ya, who was sitting next to him, heard it first and turned her head in surprise, "Yu Hao?"

Other people in the Tang Sect turned their heads and focused on the blue-eyed young man.

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and said to the others in the team: "I'm afraid he... is also a Soul Saint."

"what?!"

Jiang Nannan's injuries had recovered and she was shocked when she heard the words.

Beibei, He Caitou, and Xu Sanshi's expressions suddenly became solemn. They would not doubt the perception of Huo Yuhao's spiritual body.

as predicted.

Yanfeng stepped onto the stage in the next moment. After the referee announced the start, the black robe behind him swelled and his martial spirit was suddenly revealed.

A pair of icy blue wings first pierced the robe and stretched out from his back, and then, a low and shrill dragon roar suddenly sounded out.

A skeleton covered with ice-blue dragon scales, a ten-foot-long bone dragon condensed out of thin air, and lay on the stage in the air. The light behind it gathered, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, and red.

Seven dazzling soul rings suddenly emerged, and bursts of dragon power descended on the stage.

Yanfeng also took off all the hoods of his black robe, revealing a face that was half handsome and half cracked. Half of his cheeks looked like cracked ceramics, covered with black lines that extended to his chin and connected with veins. The blood vessels look coquettish and terrifying.

Soul Saint!

It was a soul saint again, and a top soul saint with a hundred thousand year soul ring. Everyone in the Tang Sect was shocked.

The hearts of all the teams in the player area also sank. The evil soul master at the Soul Saint level also had a hundred thousand year soul ring.

This person is probably the next generation trained by the Holy Spirit Religion.

Can other powerful righteous people suppress him?

The martial soul and soul ring were revealed, and Yan Feng's already gloomy temperament became even more dark and ferocious. The pair of eyes with black and blue pupils suddenly turned around and scanned the contestant area.

He opened his mouth, showing his white teeth, and scanned the teams with solemn expressions.

He suddenly became excited, and the Bone Dragon King's martial spirit seemed to acquire a layer of ferociousness along with its master.

Yanfeng stared deeply at somewhere under the stage, then turned back to look at the captain of the Proud Sword Sect opposite.

His eyes were fixed.

Suddenly, Yanfeng stepped on the ground, and the Bone Dragon King behind him shot out with him.

The captain of the Proud Sword Sect was shocked and flashed his sixth soul ring without even thinking about it.

However, it was slower.

Yanfeng, who was still a hundred meters away from the stage, suddenly reached out and grabbed the void. The space rippled, and his palm, which turned into a pale dragon claw, suddenly reached the head of the captain of the Proud Sword Sect.

boom!

Almost in an instant, the claws fell, the sky spirit cover opened, and bright red and white turbidity burst out together.

"Do not!!"

The leader of the Proud Sword Sect in the audience suddenly stood up, his pupils dilated and his eyes were about to burst.

As soon as his words fell, the captain of the Proud Sword Sect also lost his life, dying without a complete body.

The sixty-third level soul emperor had his head opened like this.

crush.

A fiasco in the blink of an eye. There was silence in the audience area and the contestants area. Seeing such a miserable way of death, my chest and abdomen swelled.

Those with a little discernment, while their hearts plummeted, could instantly tell that the captain of the Holy Spirit Sect was not a new Soul Sage, but had probably reached the level of a high-level Soul Sage.

It was the soul power gap of more than ten levels that made the captain of the Proud Sword Sect die in such a useless manner.

In the silence, Yan Feng calmly stood back to his original position and said, "Continue, Chief Referee."

Bupo Douluo Zheng Zhan's face darkened, "You are not allowed to hurt others without reason!"

Yanfeng didn't answer, just looked down with a sneer.

Next, the three members of the Proud Sword Sect took the stage and all lost the game, either dead or injured, until the leader of the Proud Sword Sect announced in grief and anger that they gave up.

There was a commotion on the field, and the sects and colleges originally belonging to the Three Kingdoms rushed to the organizing committee to denounce this deliberate evil act.

The Sun and Moon Empire was unmoved and took out the rules of the competition that had been published a long time ago. In the most inconspicuous part of the long scroll, he pointed out the sentence 'You will be responsible for your life or death on stage'.

Originally belonging to the Academy of the Three Kingdoms, the sect was furious.

However, the organizing committee said that the Holy Spirit Sect is not a sect of our Sun and Moon Empire and cannot be disciplined. If you have any doubts, please communicate by yourself.

After investigation by the sects and colleges, they discovered that the sect address filled in by the Holy Spirit Sect was actually in the middle of the confrontation zone between Xingluo and Sun and Moon, and was a buffer zone with no ownership.

……

After this battle, the Holy Spirit Sect's momentum greatly increased.

Before Yan Fenglin left the stage, he grinned at the angry but helpless sects of the Three Kingdoms, with a black light flashing in his eyes, not hiding his sarcasm.

The genius of the Three Kingdoms became even more angry and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by his teacher.

Yanfeng grinned and looked ahead coldly.

Until, his eyes swept to the front row of Taixu Sect.

I saw a tall figure stepping forward calmly.

"We meet again, Young Master Taixu."

"I hope you can come on stage, don't let others take the blame for you, and settle the grudges between you and me yourself." Yan Feng stared ahead and said coldly.

Jiang Shuo didn't seem to hear anything, he raised his palm and dropped it lightly.

Yanfeng frowned and was about to block it.

A heavy pressure suddenly rose, stiffening his arm, and Jiang Shuo's palm fell on his shoulder.

It was light and seemed to have no strength.

A wave of dimensionally reduced perception violently broke in.

Yan Feng's pupils narrowed slightly, and he only felt the meridians in his body were stagnant, but did not notice anything else strange.

"A sub-dragon has evolved into a sub-dragon king. It seems that you are very proud." Jiang Shuosheng chuckled and spoke slowly, as if he was talking to an old friend.

"The power in your body is a bit evil. Has your martial soul evolved?"

Yanfeng's shoulders were held down, and his face turned fierce. He remembered the embarrassment a few years ago in his mind, and the anger in his eyes became even worse.

"Shouldn't I be proud?"

"Two years ago, I was chased by you so that I had no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth. Now it's different!!"

Jiang Shuo curled up his lips and still chuckled.

"What's the difference."

"A damned person won't change his fate just because he lives for two more days."

"I will appear on the stage of the Thirty-Two Strongmen to fulfill your wish to die. Just don't hide."

The anger in Yanfeng's eyes became even more intense, but he was frightened for some reason, and he sneered and agreed.

You have a grandfather and I have a master.

You have a father and I have a teacher.

In addition, I also have a great minister and a master. Am I still afraid of you this time?

Jiang Shuo retracted his palm, and the jade pendant around his waist flashed a faint light, and then returned to calm.

It’s clear.

Jiang Shuo turned a blind eye to the change in his expression and left lightly.

(End of this chapter)