Chapter 67 Soul Hunting Failure

When the elder of the Wuya Sword School saw that he had been exposed, he also risked it. He shouted loudly, and a strong golden mysterious spirit burst out in his abdomen in an instant. His arms suddenly threw from behind and forward, and the mysterious gas in his body turned into a golden python with thick thighs, and rushed to Yan Feng, who attacked him with the momentum of thunder.

He is possessed martial soul, but because of the shape of the martial soul, he can attack from a long distance. Within a radius of ten meters, he is controlled by the powerful power of the golden python. Even if he is a strong man of the same level, it is difficult to get close to this martial soul.

At the moment when Yan Feng attacked, he suddenly saw the golden python come out and rushing towards flattery, so he hurriedly walked under his feet, and his body turned sharply in the rapid descent and flew back in the surprised eyes of everyone.

Seeing the momentum, the elder immediately rushed forward, and the golden python martial soul danced more crazily. At this time, Yan Feng's body in the air suddenly turned around again, and the blue light in his body shone in an instant. With a wave of his one arm, a blue roc suddenly came out of his body, and his wings were opened, which was four meters. The mysterious god could also make a sound of heaven, which was fascinating.

In a blink of an eye, the blue roc turned into a mysterious gas flew to the top of the elder's head. Its wings suddenly burst, and the hurricane was wrapped in a wind knife and snow sword, flying down like a dense rain. The elder was shocked, raised his arms hurriedly, and the golden python went around with the Bingpeng martial soul above. The huge golden body of the golden python danced wantonly and had a strong ability to fight, which almost covered the top of the elder's head and barely blocked Bingpeng's attack.

At this time, Yan Feng on the opposite side fell to the stage, and the blue light in his abdomen suddenly disappeared and was replaced by red light. The people outside the field had not yet reacted. He waved his one arm again and bowed forward. A red tiger king the size of a cow rushed out of his body. Outside the field, the elder was shocked: "Yan tiger martial soul! Feng'er actually practiced the two-soul Community!"

Yan Song muttered, "I haven't seen my uncle use it before. It is estimated that when we were at the bottom of the river before, he turned Zhou Tian into a hurdle, and then took the fate of the beast elixir in the nine-clawed octopus."

Yan Song's words really shocked everyone, including Ye Nanchengzhu, but at this moment, they didn't have time to ask more questions, because the fierce tiger martial soul on the field had rushed directly to the elder of the Wuya Sword School, and then stopped and suddenly rushed through his body...

In an instant, the golden mysterious spirit of the golden python martial soul on the stage dissipated. I only saw the elder holding his hands motionless. An incredible face was blackened and bleeding. Behind him, the tiger martial soul was like the king of the tiger. He turned sideways and roared to the sky. On his head, Bingpeng martial soul The air was fixed, and the sound shook the sky. Seven or eight meters away in front of him, Yan Feng stood there quietly, and his white clothes were windless and automatic.

Plop-

As the figure of the elder fell down, there was a brief silence outside the field. With that, the Yan family and Ye Nancheng soldiers burst into thunderous shouts! On the other hand, on the other side of the Wuya Sword School, they have gloomy faces and black lines on their heads. Only the headman smiled and asked Sheng, but his face was calm. He once again ordered his disciples behind him to carry away the body on the stage, and then slapped Yan Feng, who was still standing on the stage, and said calmly, "The patriarch Yan is really good. I'm afraid he is going to deal with the old man in this third game. I don't know which master your Yan family will choose to fight?"

Yan Feng turned to face the public of the Yan family. At this time, Yan Song had already walked out of the crowd and walked to the stage. The smile of the Wuya Sword School was stunned when he saw this and said in his heart that he really asked a younger generation to die for him, but... This little guy just came from Ling Bo, and he could obviously use essence. Divine power, what did Yan Feng have in mind? Is it possible to let such a little genius die? That's good...

On the stage, Yan Feng said to Yan Song, "Be careful, grasp it, and don't hurt others!" Then he walked down from the stage and said to the smile of the Wuya Sword School, "The third game is against you, and Yan Song of my Yan family will fight!"

Ah? Yan Song, is he still a child? The Yan family and hundreds of soldiers under Ye Nancheng were surprised to see Yan Song on the stage just now. When they heard Yan Feng's words, they couldn't help but be shocked and didn't believe their ears. They looked at Yan Feng in a moment and then at Yan Song on the stage.

And the Wuya Sword School was even more in an uproar. Some of them were stunned and said, "Open... Are you kidding? Is there anything wrong with the little child fighting against the leader?"

And there are also some Qingyi disciples at the bottom of the Wuya Sword School. At first glance, when they see Yan Song on the stage, they can't help but be surprised: "Ah, that's not a little brother who can use their spiritual power. A few months ago, they came to our sword school to do Xuanbing business! How can he..." Due to their limited identity and ability, they don't know what's going on in these swords, and they are also not qualified to send a battle on behalf of the door, although those elites who fought are also in the same.

The calmness on Xiao Wensheng's face gradually disappeared. He licked his dry lips with his tongue and slowly walked on the stage. So far, he has not figured out what medicine is sold in Yan Feng's gourd. He didn't expect that the Yan family would find a substitute to fight with him, but what's wrong with finding a genius cultivated by the family?

"Old man, let me tell you, if you don't use Xuanbing and Xuanji, you will die!" Yan Song deliberately bluffed and pointed to the smile and shouted. His expression was deliberately very deep and confident, which made people feel that he was telling the truth at a glance.

With a smile on his face, he didn't say anything. He punched out. The fist wind was everywhere, like the wind and clouds surging, and the purple mysterious air bombarded in an instant. Wherever he passed, the neat marble boards laid on the platform were abruptly lifted. Yan Song was shocked when he saw this. Seeing the Xuanqi explosion press on him like a stone slab, he hurriedly turned around, stepped out under his feet, and found a gap to escape to the side.

Although he hid in time, he could turn around in the air, but he was still overwhelmed. A sudden stone slab rushed straight to his chest. In a hurry, he hurriedly overflowed with mysterious protection and protected his hands in front of his chest. With a loud bang, the stone slab smashed Yan Song's body, and Yan Song's body was also knocked upside down and flew out.

spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, Yan Song endured the pain, stepped on his feet to control the virtual, and quickly turned to the corner of the stage. He said that he was worthy of being a high-level mysterious master, and the ordinary punch was so powerful! If you don't hide in time, it will be broken long ago!

People outside the field are also sighing at this time. This time, they can open their eyes. How powerful an ordinary punch is for a person who is about to reach the realm of Xuanzong. Of course, the Yan family and Ye Nan soldiers couldn't help sweating for Yan Song, and the disciples of the Wuya Sword School couldn't help cheering for the leader because they had lost two games. This time, when they saw the leader's strength, they couldn't help cheering for the leader.

"But so!" Although Yan Song was shocked, the expression on his face still looked at the smile, "I told you that if you don't need Xuanbing's mysterious skills, you will die!"

He looked at Yan Song without a smile, without blinking, and punched out again, with the same power as just now. Yan Song learned from the previous car. This time, he hid in time, and his body had already soared into the air like a wild goose, swinging to one side. Then, the purple dragon in his sleeve broke through the air and rushed to ask questions with a smile like purple electricity.

Xiao Wensheng looked directly as if he were nothing, and suddenly punched Yan Song in the air, but the mysterious spirit of his punch had not completely overflowed out of his body, and suddenly broke several blood holes in his hand. Then, nine purple lights directly broke his arm and flew out from behind his shoulder.

"Uh...what's going on? What kind of weapon is that boy using? How can he do that?" A disciple of the Wuya Sword School, who was just shouting and cheering for Xiao Wensheng, was surprised, and the other disciples also exclaimed "ah er" at the same time.

The Yan family and Ye Nancheng cheered for Yan Song. Only Yan Feng looked at Yan Song with some worry on his face. Several times he wanted to remind Yan Song to hit the dragon finger or the dragon palm quickly, but after all, he respected the teenager's own decision.

At this time, Xiao Wensheng's face changed greatly. The other hand hurriedly put the number of points on the injured arm, sealed the acupuncture point, and then looked coldly at Yan Song who fell on the opposite side: "Rabbit, what kind of weapon is this?"

When he spoke, the corner of his eyes turned back, as if looking back at the purple weapon. But he suddenly found that the nine purple lights flew by them. In the void, the young man in white around him kept turning, and his power was obvious.

"For the last time, if you don't need Xuanbing's skills, you will really die!" Yan Song said, his hands lifted forward, and nine purple dragons collapsed again.

"You don't need to use Xuanji Xuanbing, I still bombard you so much that there is no scum left!" Xiao Wensheng felt that he had completely lost face in front of this teenager. At that moment, his face was horizontal, and no longer pretending to be deep and leaning on the old man, he suddenly raised his hands, then pressed down and shouted, "Tulong martial soul!"

At the end of his voice, the purple Xuanqi overflowing from his body suddenly followed the pressure of his hands and suddenly penetrated into the ground along his legs. The next moment, there was a muffled sound from the whole martial arts competition stage, and then the cracks were like black snakes, crawling all over the whole table, and between Xiao Wensheng and Yan Song, there was a huge The crack extends directly from Yan Song's toes to the rear.

The people outside the court only heard another muffled sound, and the whole martial arts platform collapsed like a plate of scattered sand. Yan Song was careless and almost couldn't stabilize his body. At this time, the crack in front of him opened and closed, and then suddenly surged over like a wave. In a blink of an eye, a purple light rushed out of his feet.

Without saying a word, Yan Song's feet suddenly flew backwards like a wild goose. At this time, he could see clearly that the purple light rushed out of the collapsed martial arts platform was actually a purple lizard the size of a cow!

"It's just a lizard, how dare you call yourself an earth dragon? The young master is waiting for your move!" Yan Song said and suddenly rushed to the lizard below. The purple lizard was also under the control of a smile. It kicked its hind legs, its front paws were prickly, and its tongue was as long as blood in its huge mouth, and it rushed to Yan Song.

Yan Song carefully touched the purple lizard with his palms, and suddenly opened the virtual realm of the Jade Bodhi, intending to appetizing this oily martial soul to the Nihun tripod as before. But he didn't expect that as soon as he met the earth dragon martial soul, his body was completely blown out by a heavy force like earth. I don't know how many times the force of fighting back is than the golden ape martial soul of the two elders!

A mouthful of blood was spit out, and Yan Song's body flew backwards. The heart of the Yan family outside the field directly reached their throat, but what made them more discolored was that five ten-foot-high stone cones were raised on the martial arts platform behind Yan Song, and five stones formed a fence-shaped, narrow and wide, and Yan Song's body was stuck in it. !

"Song'er!" Yan Feng was shocked and became at a loss.

The rest of the Yan family were so shocked that they couldn't even say anything. They were so angry that they had to rush to help!