C94 Warring States (1)

Tang Ao's clean and clean competition made all the warriors here put away their contempt and started to pay attention to the seventeenth young master, He Lin.

"Hurry up if you want to compete, don't dilly-dally!" Tang Ao put on the shoe board and provoked the disciples behind He Yuan Jun.

"Elder, please let me go!" A disciple who had a cultivation at the ninth level of the Duan Ti Realm begged Huo Ping, and then, a few other disciples who were at the ninth level of the Duan Ti Realm requested to fight, and there were even one or two who were at the peak of the ninth level who requested to fight.

He pointed to a warrior dressed in black robes, "Song Yuanlong, you go. "Remember not to be careless."

"Yes!" "Elder!" Song Yuanlong jumped out of the stand and landed on the Qiankun Stage. He cupped his fists and bowed to Tang Ao, "Heartless Hall's Song Yuanlong!"

The person who came to challenge them was much more polite than the previous person, Tang Ao also cupped his fists and returned the greeting, "Seven Killing Sect! Tang Ao! "Please!"

Song Yuanlong did not dare to act carelessly. Three fate souls appeared above his head: a Dark Spirit Ghost Gate Saber from the Fourth Heaven, a Heaven's Serpentine Sword from the Seventh Heaven, and a Scarlet Wind Broken Axe from the Tenth Heaven.

Once the three fate souls appeared, He Yuan Jun revealed a complacent expression, "Hmph. Three weapon type fate souls, all of them will die. Let's see how you handle this. "

"Beat him to death!" He Yuan Jun could not help but let out a loud roar, but accidentally pulled on the wound on his face, causing him to grimace in pain.

"Haa!"

Song Yuanlong's legs suddenly exerted force, rushing towards Tang Ao, the Heaven Sparks on his body aimed at Tang Ao's lower body, every attack being abnormally tricky and ruthless, the Dark Spirit Ghost Blade was only aimed at Tang Ao's chest while the axe, Scarlet Wind Broken Axe from the Tenth Heaven, was always floating above Tang Ao's head, as though it was waiting for a chance to deal a fatal blow to Tang Ao.

With the support of《 myrtle leg》, both of Tang Ao's legs suddenly rose up. He only saw a black shadow flash past, and lose Tang Ao's target in front of him when he attacked.

Song Yuanlong's face changed, "Not good!" He immediately commanded his sword spirit to return to defense. Although Blade Soul and Axe Soul had great strength, they were not as agile as the Sword Soul.

"Not bad!" Tang Ao flashed past Song Yuanlong on the left, and disappeared without a trace once again. During the previous attack, Tang Ao had only tested Song Yuanlong's reaction speed, and the result made Tang Ao quite satisfied.

"Look at this!" Not knowing where, Tang Ao's voice sounded out once again, shocking Song Yuanlong to the point that he started. He hurriedly called back the Sword Soul and Axe Soul, the aura around his body suddenly rose, the surrounding spirit energy actually quickly gathered with Song Yuanlong as the center. It was as if the sky had turned dark, Song Yuanlong's surroundings were filled with a gloomy aura, and from time to time, ghostly wails and wolf howls could be heard.

"AHH!" Senior Brother Song is about to use his Blood Light Ghost Blade! " A young disciple behind He Yuan Jun shouted excitedly. The other disciples were also excited as they waved their fists tightly.

"Hu hu!" "Woo woo!"

Song Yuanlong seemed to have become a completely different person. His eyes were red and his beard and hair were erect. From time to time, his body would emit balls of black mist and the sound of crying ghosts could be heard.

This Blood Radiance Ghost Blade was a martial skill that Song Yuanlong trained especially for the sake of coordinating with the Dark Spirit Ghost Blade, and it was also the fate soul that had the best degree of compatibility with him. Although it was not as compatible as the Spear Soul of Hundred War and Tang Ao, it was still very easy to use.

"AHH!" "Can Young Master Tang win this?" In the audience, He Lin was sweating because of Tang Ao, his hands tightly grabbing onto his robes, and was about to tear it apart.

Ah Da was also rather anxious, "Hit him." Hit him! Why did he keep on dodging and not fight back, just hit him! "

butadiene was a lot calmer, he stroked his white beard and laughed: "Don't worry, Young Noble. Even though Master Tang's fighting style was somewhat lacking in elegance, but until now, he had yet to reveal his fate soul. Even someone with a profound strength of the ninth level like Zhou Ji couldn't handle Young Master Tang's attacks, let alone take down Song Yuanlong. Young Master need not be anxious, just quietly watch. "

After hearing these words, He Lin and Ah Da gradually calmed down, and were no longer anxious, quietly watching the competition.

The eldest, He Yuanze, supported his chin with his hands as he watched Tang Ao and Song Yuanlong's martial arts competition with interest, "What is this Tang Ao's cultivation level? Why did he keep on hiding and not make any moves."

At first glance, he could not tell that this person was an expert in Duan Ti Realm. He muttered to himself, "Young master, Tang Ao's actions are rather similar to a game of cat and mouse."

"Oh?" He Yuanze was a little surprised, the Heaven and Earth Arena was prideful in life and death, but this Tang Ao actually started to play the game, "Interesting."

The other young masters also looked at the two people fighting on the stage in surprise and curiosity. In the first round, even though that disciple's mother did not recognize him, she had dodged everywhere in the second round, as if she was afraid of that Song Yuanlong.

A quarter of an hour passed just like that. Song Yuanlong was gradually losing out on some of his primeval essence, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

On the other hand, Tang Ao was still as lively as a dragon and a tiger. < < The myrtle leg > > brought his figure running around the entire area, dodging Song Yuanlong's repeated attacks.

Song Yuanlong felt really bitter in his heart, as if there was a bag on the fatty's back that had been bitten, but he couldn't scratch it no matter what. There was no place for him to use his strength, and he could not vent his anger. He died from grievance.

In fact, after Tang Ao experimented on the effects of < The myrtle leg > at large success, after fifteen minutes of calculation and verification, Tang Ao finally had a plan.

"It's time to end this!"

"Bo!"

The air in the northwest corner of the stage suddenly fluctuated, a bloody Qi quickly spread out, Tang Ao's figure slowly appeared, and everyone seemed to see a golden spear iron horse, the flag blotting out the sun, the yellow sand rolling down the ancient battlefield, a spear's body was stained with rust, but the tip of the spear was emitting a cold light, expressing their thirst for battle.

It was the Spear Soul of Hundred War!

The Spear Soul of Hundred War turned from a fake to a real one above Tang Ao's head. "Pa!" Tang Ao grabbed onto it and shook out eight spear flowers, thrusting towards Song Yuanlong. It did not carry any fancy moves, nor did it cause the air to fluctuate at all, as it simply pierced towards Song Yuanlong.

Song Yuanlong's pupils suddenly shrank. The tip of the Spear Soul of Hundred War became larger and larger in his eyes, while his own feet seemed to have rooted down to the ground, unable to move at all. This was trembling, and fear from the depths of his soul bound his body.

The tip of the spear pierced through the air like a hot knife through butter. "Bo!" "Pop!" Three sounds rang through the air, piercing through the three weapon type fate souls that were automatically protecting themselves. When the three weapon type fate souls were only a centimeter away from their foreheads, the tip of the spear suddenly stopped.

The overwhelming aura suddenly vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed. Only the dust cloud was recounting what had happened.

"I, I, admit defeat!"