Chapter 94 Desperate

As soon as the incense on the altar was burned, the disciples of Brahma did not come up to announce the victory or defeat of the game. The people near the ring also felt the strange atmosphere over the school grounds.

It was quiet around, and only the voice of Emperor Fanxing was heard breathing. Zhao Haoran stepped back a few steps and almost reached the edge of the ring.

Without the effect of the universe mirror to cover up the breath, the Heavenly Emperor Fan's star was exposed and became a real beast.

Heavenly Emperor Fanxing half knelt on the ring, and the continuous offensive made him a little exhausted, but he was more worried about himself.

Tenglong dares not make trouble at this time. The words of the transmission will inevitably annoy Hai Fengtao and others. With him and Qiqi Taoist alone, he is the first and unable to compete with the rest of the people.

The Japanese souls on the high seat of the school field kept the same tacit understanding and did nothing, but everyone knew that as long as there was any situation in the ring, everyone would rush up and capture the Heavenly Emperor mortal star alive.

Haiya's face panicked. Although the emperor Fanxing had been injured, the powerful breath still made people feel extraordinary. Within three feet near the ring, it became a no man's land. The soul power of the two collided with each other was too destructive, and even the February soul did not dare to approach easily.

Snudged her lips, and Haiya's eyes were a little resentful. Why did Zhao Haoran always understand his thoughts?

Forget it, when the test is over, you must find a time to make it clear to him.

Zhang Fengnian approached Haiya with audacity, "Yaer, I think your brother is in danger. The strength of Tiandi Fanxing seems to be very good, and my master's ruthless Taoist eyes are not right." This Fengnian's observation is very good. Naturally, he doesn't know about the demon cultivation. Only the Japanese soul with profound cultivation knows a little about such secrets.

It's really unusual to guess such a conclusion from other people's faces.

At this time, Haiya was not in the mood to pay attention to him and had no strong feelings for Zhang Fengnian, but in order to be angry with Zhao Haoran, she deliberately walked with him. However, Zhang Fengnian's character really made her unhappy and she wanted to distance herself from him in the future.

Tiandi Fanxing roared softly, full of unspeakable grievances. At this time, killing Zhao Haoran may be his last life.

Then Tenglong may save his life, and it's hard to say if it is delayed.

Heavenly Emperor Fanxing pulled out a horn-like magic weapon from his waist, holding a large hole in both hands, and facing Zhao Haoran on the other side.

The first time he saw the Emperor Fanxing take out the magic weapon. Zhao Haoran observed for a long time and did not find a reason. The magic weapon did not even fluctuate in aura, but it had the effect of devouring the divine consciousness.

Looking at the cautious expression of Emperor Fanxing, Zhao Haoran's vigilance increased. The seemingly ordinary magic weapon must have something extraordinary, otherwise the Emperor Fanxing would not have taken it out at this time.

However, due to the fact that the body of Emperor Fanxing was too strong, Zhao Haoran did not dare to take the initiative to attack at all and could only wait and see what would change.

A trace of murder flashed on Qiqi Taoist's gentle fat face. OK, he took out a magic weapon and appeared on the stage.

Tiandi Fanxing struggled in his heart, but after meditating for a moment, he still pinched the magic formula very quickly. A pattern of yin and yang appeared in the air, slowly rotating.

Tiandi Fanxing only felt that the soul power in his body rushed into the loudspeaker magic weapon, which was much faster than the speed of his absorption. After a moment, he found that something was wrong. His heart sank, and it was too late to stop and drive the magic weapon.

This loudspeaker magic weapon is like a bottomless hole. The yin and yang pattern in mid-air is getting brighter and brighter. Tiandi Fanxing screams. If he sucks it like this, he will be sucked alive.

The horn magic weapon stuck to his hands and could not get rid of it. He could only let it absorb the remaining soul power in the meridians.

Tiandi Fanxing's body was paralyzed, and the hair on his arms quickly faded away, restoring his original appearance. The scars on his face kept **, and his mouth roared and screamed alternately.

The yin and yang pattern began to move, and the anode was aimed at the Heavenly Emperor Fanxing, while the cathode was aimed at the horn magic weapon. The vitality in the body of the Heavenly Emperor Fanxing slowly surged to the horn magic weapon.

The horn magic weapon seemed to be alive, making a bleak whine, making people feel cold in the bottom of their hearts.

There is no effect of covering the ears. The sound seems to come directly from the bottom of the heart, and no one can be an exception.

Tiandi Fanxing's strong body is getting weaker and weaker, and he gradually becomes a skinny old man.

Seeing the proud expression of Qiqi Taoist and Tenglong, Tiandi Fanxing could only shout and scold from the bottom of his heart. At this time, he didn't even have the strength to speak.

The whine spread farther and farther, and bigger. The nearby pine trees began to become yellow. Several souls with low cultivation fell under the ring. The seven orifices bleed, and the death was extremely tragic. As long as you are not a fool, you can guess the effect of the strange horn magic weapon. Everyone panicked and thought in a hurry. I want to leave the school.

However, there was a layer of gray air mass around the school, which was extremely difficult to break, and the low-level star soul fell down again.

Di Shitian opened his eyes and "opened". The place with the largest crowd opened the way to life, and the panicked soul man rushed out crazily.

Hai Fengtao and several people are staring at the Heavenly Emperor Fanxing. Such powerful magic weapons can only be practiced by the crazy man of Qiqi Taoist, but the vitality of the Heavenly Emperor Fanxing has been decided, and I'm afraid he will definitely not admit this.

What is left in the school is the cultivation above the realm of the January soul, which can barely resist the strange whining.

Zhao Haoran's face changed greatly and his heart was stunned. The small mouth absorbed all the power of the Heavenly Emperor Fanxing, and even did not let go of the skeleton. His whole body turned into nothing, and in addition to the whining sound of the big mouth, there was endless death.

This dead gas is different from any power. It is invisible and bodyless. It is not afraid of soul power and the aura of heaven and earth. It is extremely difficult to eliminate, but it is extremely rare. Only the battlefield where tens of thousands of people die can form a wisp of death, and a disaster will break out where there is death.

The dead air at the mouth of this loudspeaker magic weapon became a thread ball, and the target was Zhao Haoran.

Hai Fengtao's face was extremely ugly, and he couldn't cope with this death. The people of the Lishan faction paid blood, first demon cultivation, and then death. In order to deal with Zhao Haoran, he really tried his best.

Death can't be said to be completely un restrained. Every living person has anger, and this anger is the best magic weapon to defeat death.

But if you lose your vitality, your life will naturally weaken. If you want to melt that big mass of death, you will need at least a thousand years of life.

Zhao Haoran's life expectancy is obviously less than 1,000 years, and he will definitely die after encountering it.

Under the balance, Hai Fengtao still sat firmly in the chair without any movement. He still couldn't do it for a disciple to lose his life expectancy of 1,000 years.

"Woo-woo" horn made a final whine, and the dead air broke away from the magic weapon, and the distance between the blink of an eye exceeded more than ten feet.

The horn magic weapon was broken into several pieces, and it couldn't be used. The fat on Qidao's face trembled. This was one of his proudest magic weapons. It was destroyed like this, and he was still a little distressed.

Zhao Haoran urged the last whole soul power, forming a colorful defense layer the size of a round mirror, and he retreated again.

After the dead gas touched the colorful defense layer, he paused slightly and crossed dozens of feet again.

Invalid!

Although he has already guessed this result, Zhao Haoran is still a little unacceptable. This desperate disregard for all defenses is really terrible.

Zhao Haoran's speed of escape is not as fast as the speed of death. He calmly thought about his soul skills and magic weapons in his brain, as if nothing could really fight against death.

Only the strange purple demon fire cannot determine the specific utility at present.

A dead horse is a living horse doctor. At worst, Zhao Haoran stopped. There is not much soul power in his body. If he goes on like this, he will be engulfed up and killed by dead gas. It is better to fight. Maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

The snake beads were still lying quietly in his abdomen. Zhao Haoran ran all his soul power and changed into a purple demon fire the same size as death.

It's you!

Lian Zhu's body suddenly emitted a panic, and the souls present were shocked.