Chapter 68

Wu soul hall, on the challenge Arena

Xiaowu's eyes burst into tears uncontrollably. She thought of everything, but she didn't think that Tang San knew her identity and expressed her love at the moment.

Everything is no longer important. For Xiaowu, there is only Tang Sany in her heart at the moment.

Tang San hugged Xiaowu's tender and delicate body, and the words containing soul power echoed in the field.

"If you want to catch her, then step over my body first."

The whole audience was silent. Even Pope bibidong was a little stunned. He looked at Tang San and Xiaowu with a complex expression.

But just for a moment, under the reminder of the old man, he recovered, took a deep breath, looked and became sharp,

"Take it, the blocker, kill it without amnesty."

Standing on one side, the two title Douluo strong men flew out directly and went to the small dance in Tang sanhuai.

Frank, Liu Erlong and the master looked at each other and raised their right hand at the same time. In an instant, the brilliant golden light rose out of thin air, and the surging light outlined an incomparably dazzling Golden Triangle in the air.

The three who launched the martial soul fusion technology blocked Tang Sanhe and Xiaowu.

But what they have to face is the title duel of two powerful souls. Even relying on the martial soul fusion technology, they will never win.

Bibidong on the other side also released her own martial spirit. With her soul power of 98 levels, she fixed the poison fight in place.

For a moment, the situation became critical, but Ning Fengzhi and jiandouluo couldn't do it.

Tang San looked at the little dance in his arms and kissed him affectionately. He leaned close to his ear and whispered firmly.

"I won't let anyone hurt you."

With that, Tang San's eyes looked at Chen Xiaoming who had been unmoved behind him.

The latter stood up from his seat and stretched himself. In fact, he had wanted to do it for a long time, but Chen Xiaoming felt sour when he heard Tang Sanhe's in love with the small dance show.

"Whew."

The space seemed to move slightly. Chen Xiaoming's figure disappeared. When he appeared, he was already standing in the air in front of Tang San and Xiaowu.

In a low buzzing sound, the body was bounced back like a shell.

"Have you laid hands on them in front of me and asked me?"

Dressed in white, with silver hair and a faint smile on his face, he stood quietly in the air, his hands behind his back, looked at bibidong and waited for the latter's reply.

The majestic soul force swept under him. For a moment, Dai mubai and others only felt that the pressure on their shoulders disappeared. Fat man and Oscar were relieved.

"It's a close call. Mr. Chen is here."

He patted his chest with lingering fear. Ning Rongrong looked at the little dance in Tang sanhuai and couldn't help but rejoice secretly.

Chen Xiaoming's action greatly reduced the pressure of frande and others. As soon as he retreated, Tang San, Dai mubai and others were escorted up.

"Hum, you did it."

With a cold drink, a huge golden light and shadow quietly rose from behind bibidong, and nine brilliant soul rings rose in an instant.

Two yellow, two purple, four black and one red. There are nine soul rings in total, which let poison Douluo and others see the strength of the Pope of Wu soul hall for the first time.

After glancing at bibidong, Chen Xiaoming sneered and dared to do it. It seems that the other party has been prepared for it. Do you want to catch it all?

Glancing over the Pope's hall and the elder's hall not far away, Chen Xiaoming can feel several breath floating.

"It seems that you are ready. Let them out."

When the words fell, three figures flew out of the Pope's palace again, and the same five figures flew out of the elder's palace not far away.

There were eight figures in total. As soon as they appeared, they joined hands with the two previous title Douluo strongmen to besiege Chen Xiaoming.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

A series of soul power riots, a gorgeous Soul Ring rose from ten figures.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

The ten figures were all entangled by nine soul rings. For a time, the huge martial soul was shrouded over the huge martial soul hall.

The terrible soul power radiated out. Under this soul power, many soul masters couldn't resist and fainted directly.

In an instant, in such a big field, only the strong people above the soul Saint level remained awake, but they were also oppressed by the soul force and couldn't move, so they had to bite their teeth and stick to it.

There are more than a dozen titles Douluo, which are rarely seen in ordinary times. There are only a few titles Douluo on the mainland, and nearly 80% of them appear here.

Poison Douluo looks incredible. Even Ning Fengzhi is shocked by the strength of the Wulin hall.

More than a dozen titles Douluo, who in the mainland can resist such strength.

As soon as the ten titles Douluo of Wuhun hall appeared, he directly oppressed Chen Xiaoming with his majestic soul force.

It was like a huge wave sweeping down, and Chen Xiaoming just stood quietly, like a huge stone, towering and motionless, with light fluctuations in the whole body space.

Chen Xiaoming is not surprised that there are so many titles in the Wu soul hall.

He knows more than ten, not to mention some he doesn't know.

"You are determined to fight against my Wulin hall. There is only one way to die."

Bi bidong came slowly, with self-confidence on her face and cold eyes at Chen Xiaoming. She had to come back today.

"Overconfidence is foolishness. You're still a pope!"

Chen Xiaoming shook his head to the look in Bi bidong's eyes. He really didn't know where the latter's self-confidence came from.

In Chen Xiaoming's perception, there are three in level 92, one in level 93, two in level 95, one in level 96, two in level 97 and one in level 98.

Level 95, including those below level 95, accounts for six of the ten people. The one who is really a little interesting is the title Douluo of level 98.

The other party flies out of the elder hall. Chen Xiaoming knows a little about the latter's identity.

"Hum, I think you'd better leave this sentence to yourself."

With such a lineup, bidong feels that even in the face of thousands of streams, he can win steadily.

After all, there are two people in the title Douluo of level 98, plus her.

Although bibidong also shocked the strength of the elder hall, Chen Xiaoming is the great enemy at the moment. Wasn't it for today's joint elimination of Chen Xiaoming?

"Do it."

There was no more nonsense. Bibitong Leng drank and took the lead directly. The golden alligator Douluo, who was also up to 98 levels of soul power, was also possessed by the martial soul, followed closely behind.

The titles of the rest of the Wuhun hall burst out, and the light of the Soul Ring flashed at the foot. The whole sky over the Wuhun hall was like a scroll full of brilliant light.

Looking at the Wulin hall, Chen Xiaoming's fighting spirit is burning in his eyes.

"You know nothing about power!"