The peerless Tang Sect’s true body is respected

"Do you still remember what the young sect master said?" Before going on the field, Long Aotian gathered everyone and asked in a solemn tone.

"Remember!" everyone shouted at the same time.

……

"In this game, I have no other requirements for you. You will be ranked wherever you can." Du Qianjue said, "But if you encounter an evil soul master, you must not hold back. Be as ruthless as you want. Come."

"Don't have any mercy. Those who can be selected by the Holy Spirit Cult to participate in the competition are definitely murderers. When you feel pity for them, first think about whether they will let you go! "

"Remember, fight them with the thought of killing them!"

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The members of the Holy Spirit Cult are naturally the seven-man group in the original work. They are a powerful team with almost all Soul Emperors, and the captain Yanfeng is a strong Soul Saint.

But the Noumenon Sect is not inferior in the slightest, headed by Soul Saint Captain Long Aotian, although there are not as many Soul Emperor level members as there are Holy Spirit Cult members.

But they can all be awakened a second time using their original martial souls!
After using their own martial souls to awaken for the second time, each of them can be regarded as a soul emperor with combat power.

Keeping in mind what Du Qianjue said, everyone walked into the waiting area aggressively, and looked at the people from the Holy Spirit Cult across the ring.

at the same time.

the other side.

The people from the Holy Spirit Sect also looked at the people from the Noumenon Sect with gloomy expressions, especially Ji Li, the brain-eating beast martial soul, who kept licking his white teeth with his ridiculously long tongue. , it seems that he covets the brains of the Noumenon Sect people.

"People from the Noumenon Sect, their martial souls are part of their bodies, so they must taste very good, right?" Lu Genggen's fat face was slightly distorted, and his eyes were full of greed.

With hatred as his martial spirit, his favorite food is corpses, so it is normal for him to be interested in people from the Noumenon Sect.

After all, everyone in the Noumenon Sect uses their own body as a martial soul, and the nourishment of the soul master's body by the martial soul is unmatched by other martial souls.

The taste...

Nature is great too.

For normal people, this kind of thing is still a little too abnormal, but for Lu Genggen, it's just right.

People from both sides.

Under the instructions of their young sect master, one person was already murderous before they even came on stage.

The people on the other side are ready to act because of the killing instinct brought by the martial soul.

This game was already determined to be a life and death situation before it even started.

"The finals of this continent-wide youth soul master competition are about to begin! The Noumenon Sect team will face off against the Holy Spirit Sect team!" the referee announced loudly.

"The first game is one-on-one, please prepare both players to go on stage!"

Long Aotian looked at Wang Yanfeng, raised his chin and said: "Yanfeng, you are here for this one, remember, don't hold back, don't feel bad about the soul guide, use it casually, protect yourself and find a way at the same time. It lifted up the little trash on the opposite side.”

"Don't worry, boss, leave it to me!" Wang Yanfeng chuckled, motioned to the soul storage ring on his hand, and then walked onto the ring with a proud face.

From the Holy Spirit Sect, the first person to appear was the brain-eating beast Wuhun Jili.

The first game of the final: Soul Emperor vs. Soul Emperor!

"Both sides are in position, the game begins!"

Six optimally matched soul rings rose under the two men's feet, causing a burst of exclamations from the audience present.

Even though several soul saints have appeared in this competition, the soul emperor is still the high-end combat power of the competition. The strongest players in previous competitions are only at this level.

But in this competition, the Soul Emperor was just the appetizer for the finals.

The soul emperor appears.

Geely smiled sinisterly, with a pair of small eyes filled with strong murderous intent: "Let me taste your brain. Will the taste be sweeter than that of other teams? I can't wait!"

Wang Yanfeng snorted coldly, his face full of disdain.

Want to eat my brains?

That only requires you to have that strength!
Wang Yanfeng's contempt obviously angered Ji Li. As an evil soul master, he has an anxious and irritable personality. After being silently ridiculed by Wang Yanfeng, he immediately became red and warm.

The fourth soul ring lit up instantly, Geely opened his mouth, and a tube-shaped tongue shot out like lightning, attacking Wang Yanfeng's eyebrows.

Across a distance of tens of meters, it was still as fast as lightning.

Facing Geely's attack, Wang Yanfeng calmly reached out and patted it on his waist, and a golden shield was put on his body.

Invincible shield!

clang!
After Geely's tongue collided with the invincible shield, it made a crisp sound of metal collision, which shows how strong his tongue is.

But the invincible shield cannot be broken by this kind of attack, otherwise it would not be called 'invincible'.

After returning in vain, Ji Li retracted his tongue and looked at Wang Yanfeng with a gloomy face: "Why, even the proud Noumenon Sect uses soul guidance devices? Don't you always look down on soul guidance devices?"

"Hey, frog in the well." Wang Yanfeng sneered, then took out a lot of barrels from the soul storage ring and pointed them at Geely.

Geely, who was locked by many soul cannons, was suddenly surrounded by a sense of danger, and his hair stood on end.

"You didn't expect that? Times have changed!" Wang Yanfeng grinned and smiled cruelly.

Then, the soul power fluctuations on his body broke out instantly, and the cannon barrels lit up one after another, followed by the soul guide attack like a dragnet with no blind spots.

Soul-guided piercing rays, paralysis rays, explosive rays, charged soul-guided cannons...

All kinds of attacks instantly overwhelmed Geely.

Although the attack speed of the brain-eating beast is very fast, and its tongue can attack a long distance, its disadvantage is that its movement speed is too slow. At this distance, Geely has almost no room to dodge.

And he was not equipped with an invincible shield like Wang Yanfeng, so he could only receive Wang Yanfeng's attack on the spot with a look of horror on his face.

The only thing he can do is to try his best to gather his soul power and turn it into a soul power shield to protect himself.

But how can a soul master of the same level be able to withstand the concentrated shooting attack of the soul guide? Not to mention that Wang Yanfeng, as the genius of the Noumenon Sect, was much more powerful than soul mentors of the same level in both martial arts and soul power. After Wang Yanfeng stopped attacking and the smoke around Ji Li gradually dissipated.

All that was left in the place was a large pit blown up by the soul-guiding ray, and a little bit of flesh and blood flowing down the edge of the pit. No bones left!

As the referee, Bupo Douluo Zheng Zhan raised his eyebrows, and a hint of joy flashed through his eyes. Although he is also the soul master of the Sun and Moon Empire, no normal person would like the evil soul masters and their inhuman ghosts. Not a ghost thing?

If Geely dies, everything will be fine.

He had no interest in rescuing an evil soul master. Geely didn't admit defeat anyway. It was his own business not to be able to save his life under the opponent's attack.

It was all an accident and has nothing to do with me as the referee!

"In the first one-on-one match, Noumenon Sect wins!" Zheng Zhan announced.

Wang Yanfeng, who was on the stage, smiled slightly. After putting away his soul guide, he gave a thumbs-up gesture in the direction of the Holy Spirit Cult's waiting area, and then slowly turned around and made a mocking gesture.

"Lu Genggen, you are in the next game!" Yan Feng's gloomy face flashed with murderous intent, "Don't give him time to use the soul guide, close the distance as soon as the game starts and fight him in close combat!"

Lu Genggen nodded, stood up from the already overwhelmed sofa, and walked towards the ring.

"For the second one-on-one match, both players are in position!"

"Game start!"

The moment Zheng Zhan finished speaking, Lu Genggen released his martial spirit and rushed towards Wang Yanfeng's position.

As he increased his speed, every time he took a step, one more soul ring would appear on his body. After six steps, the six soul rings with the best ratio of soul rings were already hovering around his body. At the same time, his martial arts The soul has also been possessed.

The already heavyweight body became a bit bigger, turning into a fat man four or five meters tall, but his skin turned into a bluish-purple color similar to that of a corpse, and his body was covered with hideous traces of the stitching of flesh. It looks like a monster sewn together from a large number of pieces of flesh.

A disgusting corpse odor also filled the entire arena after Lu Genggen's martial spirit possessed him.

Wang Yanfeng and Zheng Zhan's faces immediately turned green, and Zheng Zhan even ran away, directly from the ring, and ran outside the soul shield to take a big breath of fresh air.

This is Lu Genggen’s martial spirit: Hate!
An extremely powerful being among undead creatures, it feeds on corpses and has extremely powerful defense.

Zheng Zhan can run, but Wang Yanfeng can't!

Smell the stench, Wang Yanfeng's stomach turned upside down, and he almost vomited out. He quickly opened a level 6 soul shield to isolate the disgusting smell.

"Who are you? Are you here to compete or to disgust people?" After putting on the soul shield, Wang Yanfeng cursed directly.

Lu Gengeng ignored Wang Yanfeng's taunts and ran as he thought. Even though he was bloated, his speed was not slow at all.

In just a moment, he was only more than ten meters away from Wang Yanfeng.

Approach me? Won't you let me use the soul guide?

Wang Yanfeng curled his lips and patted the soul storage ring in his hand. After the light flashed, a pair of iron fists with metallic luster appeared on his arms.

After all, Wang Yanfeng's martial soul is his hands, and coupled with a near-body soul guide like the Iron Fist, it can greatly increase his combat power.

"Let me test how strong your defense is!" Wang Yanfeng was eager to give it a try.

With the soul shield blocking the odor, Wang Yanfeng ignored the disgusting things on Lu Genggen and instead regarded the fat man as a sandbag.

In the next battle, almost all Lu Genggen was beaten.

Being close to Wang Yanfeng really doesn't make him continue to use the long-range soul guide, but don't forget that Wang Yanfeng grew up in the Noumenon Sect, and his close combat ability is even stronger than the ability to use the soul guide!
Lu Genggen may not be slow in straight line sprinting, but in close combat, his bloated body becomes his biggest flaw!

Wang Yanfeng nimbly dodged Lu Gengeng's attacks, and kept hitting Lu Gengeng with his iron fisted hands.

I have to say that it is really disgusting to hate this kind of thing. The thick layer of fat has no worse defensive capabilities than the soul shield on Wang Yanfeng.

The soul guidance shield still needs to consume soul power!

The iron fist hit Lu Gengeng, not only not causing him any real damage, he didn't even consume much, and he played a cat and mouse game with Wang Yanfeng in a leisurely manner.

I can not be afraid of consumption, but you can't!

I made countless mistakes, but if you make one mistake, you lose!
Dead too!
This is Lu Genggen's tactic. Although it is simple, it is extremely effective.

And Wang Yanfeng's soul power is indeed constantly being consumed. During the previous battle with Geely, due to the extensive use of soul guides, nearly half of his soul power had been consumed. Now, almost all of his soul power has bottomed out.

Feeling the little soul power left in his body, Wang Yanfeng also showed a hint of 'anxiety' just right, successfully making Lu Genggen relax.

His ferocious, fat face covered with stitch marks also had a hint of amusement.

Keep dancing?

Wait for death, you kid!

'flaw! Wang Yanfeng seemed to be avoiding Lu Genggen's attack in a panic, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

After dodging Lu Genggen's fist again, Wang Yanfeng came behind him, used his legs to exert force, and leaped high!

Clang!
From the wrists of a pair of iron fists, two sharp blades flashing with a cold light instantly popped out!
A soldier never tires of deceit, boy!
The aura of death instantly surrounded Lu Genggen, and the chill from behind made his scalp explode. However, he was in an awkward stage where the old strength had gone and the new strength was not yet regenerated, and he could not turn around to resist.

Wang Yanfeng crossed his hands and slashed at the back of Lu Genggen's neck. Two sharp blades made of special materials passed through two crescent moons in the air and cut into the back of Lu Genggen's neck. They passed through the body with almost no obstruction. .

After completing the sneak attack, Wang Yanfeng landed lightly on the ground, his arms shook, and the two sharp blades without any trace of blood bounced back into the iron fist.

Lu Gengeng froze in place, his eyes gradually lost their light, and a trace of blue blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

The next second, his huge head slowly rolled down from his neck, and the blue-black blood in his body suddenly erupted on the wound on his neck due to blood pressure, forming a 'fountain' nearly three meters high. .

Bang!
Yanfeng slapped the armrest, and the sofa armrest made of sandalwood was smashed into sawdust by the powerful force and scattered in all directions.

"Okay, very good!" Yanfeng's expression was twisted, and his desire to kill gradually increased.

"Tang Dynasty, you come next!"

Tang Dai, who was tall but skinny, nodded slightly and looked at the energetic Wang Yanfeng on the ring with undisguised murderous intent.

"Referee, my soul power has been exhausted. I will give up in the next match." Wang Yanfeng chuckled, turned around and patted his butt to the Holy Spirit Cult, and jumped off the ring without hesitation.

Laughing to death, the hatred value is maxed out, why are you still standing in the ring without soul power?

Leave the rest to the other brothers!
Wang Yanfeng returned to the Noumenon Sect's waiting area with a score of two kills.

"Not bad, well done!" Long Aotian nodded to Wang Yanfeng. (End of chapter)