Chapter 63 The Death of Tang San ([-])

At this moment, the sudden sky swords in the sky began to fall one after another, the target being Tang San in mid-air.

How could Tang San with Purple Demon Eyes not be able to see such an attack, relying on his body's toughness, Tang San's body flipped in the air for a week, and he was able to avoid a huge peerless sword.

With a bang, the Wushuang Sword fell, instantly splitting cracks in the arena made of pig iron. Many iron scraps shot into Tang San's face, making Tang San feel like crying.

Tang San was also suppressed by the giant sword, and suddenly fell from mid-air to the ground.

At this moment, the sword qi that shattered the sky flew towards him, Tang San knew that he could not avoid it, and with a ruthless heart, he directly protected his arms in front of him.

With Tang Sect's cold jade hand, Tang San was confident that he would not die.

The power of the cold jade hand is not only to be able to prevent poison, it also has the attribute of cold jade incomparably hard.

With just a click, a cool, cold blood shot out three feet high.

Tang San's right hand was instantly cut off by the sword qi, and the sword qi also dissipated in the air because it used up its energy.

The severe pain made Tang San's forehead covered in cold sweat, but the crisis wasn't over yet.

I saw that above Tang San's head, a huge sword suddenly fell, and Tang San, who had just broken his arm, had no power to dodge.

The light blue giant sword smashed on top of Tang San's head, the giant sword immediately pierced through Tang San's back without the slightest hindrance, and all the bones of Tang San's upper body were crushed into powder by the sword energy that had penetrated into the body.

At this moment, a giant sword fell into the sky again, about to give Tang San a fatal blow.

The referee who was flying in the air couldn't stand it any longer. Although this game didn't say that he couldn't kill people, it's just that this person was betrayed by his teammates, and he had to die tragically on the stage. He couldn't bear it.

In between, the first spirit ring on his body suddenly lit up, the wings behind him fluttered, and countless golden feathers shot at the sudden sky sword that Situ Han sent out, trying to block Tang San's sword energy.

It's a pity that any skill Situ Han unleashes is essentially a divine skill supported by divine power, how could a low-level soul skill like his first soul skill be able to destroy it.

The golden feather collided on the giant sword, but it only changed the direction of the giant sword's fall, consuming half of the attack power of the giant sword, and did not alleviate Tang San's inevitable death.

Between the lightning and flint, Tang San's body lost the support of his bones, and fell to the ground like a piece of rotten flesh. At this moment, the giant sword also fell, but this position was a bit awkward, and it fell directly to the center of Tang San's legs. between.

Such an attack immediately caused many of the male spirit masters present to clamp their legs, subconsciously protecting their treasures, and looking at Situ Han with lingering fears.

Ruthless, too ruthless.

But some people knew that Tang San was despicable, and they kept attacking others with flying needles during the competition, but they felt very cool, such despicable and lowly people did not deserve children.

Seeing that he was self-defeating, the referee sighed helplessly, casually announced the victory of Situ Han, picked up Tang San and flew to the auxiliary spirit master, ready to save his life.

However, feeling the intermittent aura on the tip of Tang San's nose, he knew that Tang San was afraid it was going to die.

Watching Tang San being rescued, Situ Han scolded and had no choice but to bring Xiao Wu and the others down from the stage.

However, Situ Han also knew that Tang San had resisted his two-and-a-half-sword attack, and there was absolutely no hope of surviving.

Half an hour later, outside Wuhun City.

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San who was paralyzed into a pile of liquid on the ground.

He was not angry that his disciple was seriously injured by someone, but he was angry that he had finally found a fool willing to practice his theory for many years, but he was about to die like this.

The cry of an owl made Yu Xiaogang stand up from the ground and looked at the three teenagers under the owl's claws, and he felt a little regretful in his heart.

Back then when he heard the news of Bibi Dong's death, he felt a little regret that he had not squeezed out all the remaining value of this woman, and regretted that he did not get a solution for how to deal with the backlash from the twin spirits.

However, after regretting it for a moment, Yu Xiaogang laughed, because following Bibi Dong's death, Spirit Hall also released a message about competing for the Pope.

With such excellent materials as Tang San, he naturally wanted Tang San to compete for the position of Pope, and in the future, he could also rely on Tang San to promote the theories he had researched for himself.

And this is also Tang Hao's idea, otherwise he wouldn't dare to arbitrarily arrange the development of Haotian Douluo's son.

When he went to Wuhun City, he accidentally met his long-time friend Flender. He also had the idea of ​​letting his students compete for the Pope position. The two naturally hit it off and came up with the idea of ​​forming a team.

Both of them knew that the most important thing for a spirit master was not the ability to fight alone, but the ability to fight as a team among different spirit masters.

With the Pope's decree in hand, both he and Flender became teachers of Spirit Academy.

But what made Yu Xiaogang a little annoyed was that Flender's students were like monkeys in the mountains compared to Tang San he led, and they didn't obey his discipline at all.

Yu Xiaogang's clown name resounded throughout the soul world, even the teachers at Notting College knew very well how stupid Yu Xiaogang was.

He didn't see Tang San beat Zao Wou-Ki with his own eyes, as in the original novel.

As Prince Xing Luo, Dai Mubai couldn't listen to an idiot. Ma Hongjun, who possessed the best beast martial spirit, certainly wouldn't listen to a scumbag. Oscar was a lazy person, and in his heart, cultivation was not as important as sleep.

In this way, Yu Xiaogang and Flender's students have become a wonderful flower in the Spirit Academy, and the team they have formed is even more wonderful among the many teams.

Flender threw the three people in his hand into the open space under Yu Xiaogang's feet, turned into a human shape again, and shouted angrily: "Xiaogang, I have caught you, you can do whatever you want."

Yu Xiaogang sighed. After spending three years together, he also knew the identities of the three, a prince of Xingluo, a lover of Flanders, and a commoner who just wanted to live a more nourishing life.

To kill the prince, he would not dare to lend him ten courage.

Ma Hongjun was the disciple of the Soul Saint, Flender. How could he dare to kill the Soul Saint's disciple as a waste.

As for an Oscar, Yu Xiaogang really disdain to do it, he is too lazy to care about the mud.

"Flander, let's think about how to save Xiao San'er, his injury is not optimistic." After speaking, Yu Xiaogang set his eyes on Tang San's pale face.

At this moment, Tang San couldn't hold on any longer, and was completely dead.

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Shen Hejun, fuck Nima all of a sudden
(End of this chapter)

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