"In this game, the Netherworld White Tiger combination won!!"

As the host announced the final result, the atmosphere in the Soul Fighting Arena reached its peak instantly, and the Soul Fighting Arena was complicated. Under normal circumstances, even Soul King-level Soul Fighting is not rare.

Only the battles full of suspense and ups and downs, like the Emperor Fighting Team and Shrek back then, show their strength and talent in team battles, are the battles that the audience wants to watch.

The battle between one or two people is nothing more than a collision of soul skills and a confrontation between speed and power. This kind of scene is as common in this soul fighting arena, but it only gives gamblers an excuse to squander.

Zhou Ming may be the fastest-promoted existence in the Soul Fighting Arena in so many years. With the subsequent Demigod Battle, the versions of Zhou Ming's deeds circulating in this Soul Fighting Arena are almost enough to write a book.

The Demon Lord of Ghost Eyes, this is Zhou Ming’s initial title in the Soul Fighting Arena. At that time, Zhou Ming only wanted to practice. Under the influence of the Soul Fighting Arena for a long time, killing people had become a habit.

The blood dyed the sword in his hand red and Zhou Ming's eyes red. It was also the most confused period in his life. Even though he had the system, Zhou Ming lost something more important.

The next day, Zhou Yu still brought Dai Shu to the Soul Fighting Arena, and the opponent was naturally easily solved by Zhou Yu.

"snort!"

Facing Zhou Yu's unexpected gaze, Dai Shu turned sideways with guilt. Unlike the situation the day before, although she could not fight normally, it is a rare improvement to be able to use the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave to hit the opponent's main attacker.

The first time an ordinary soul master stood on the soul fighting platform was seventeen or eighteen years old. A little girl like Dai Shu who was only about ten years old was already a sign of her mental maturity before she could cry.

"The soul power is scattered and the reaction speed is too slow. What's more important is... can you actually use your soul skills to repel yourself? How did you do it?"

Zhou Yu showed an incredible expression. Yes, this princess made such an erotic appearance in the first battle. Isn’t it possible to use the soul skill like this after absorbing the soul ring?

"I, that's a plan. Didn't I see the opponent rushing over?? You are a melee soul master, so you can't stand in front of me?" Well, that's the case. Dai Shu thought she had found a reasonable explanation and was a ranged mage.

Zhou Yu was silent for a moment. Is the White Tiger Martial Soul a long-range? The Ancient Tree of Origin is a melee battle?

"Ha..." Zhou Yu showed a strange smile. In an instant, Dai Shu felt a chill from her back and her brain, and an ominous premonition appeared.

Half an hour later...

"Zhou Yu, I hate you!!"

This little princess of the Xingluo Empire said this for the first time in her life. Her crisp voice resounded throughout the rest area of ​​the Great Soul Fighting Arena, and the voices of the nearby audience were covered up.

For a time, most people looked at each other. Watching the fun is one of human habits. The innate curiosity is not only cats, but also humans.

"Your next fight has begun, good luck."

"Wait..." Swish! With the moment of space power, Dai Shu, who was originally standing in front of Zhou Yu, disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, in full view of everyone, Dai Shu was already standing on the soul-fighting platform without a mask or any cover. But ironically, as the only little princess in this country, no one could recognize her identity.

Dai Shu, who was so nervous that she couldn't even speak clearly, did not realize this. At this moment, she just wanted to run off the ring and bit Zhou Yu to death!

"Next, today's third personal soul fighting game, one of the Netherworld White Tigers' combinations appeared. I believe you also saw their strength yesterday. And her opponent is Nan Yeyu, who has a rare dragon-type martial soul!"

"Wow!" There was an uproar on the stage. Not only that, it is not difficult to judge from the host's excited tone that this Nan Yeyu may not be the first time he has appeared in the Soul Fighting Arena.

Then a young man slowly walked onto the soul-fighting platform, followed by an excited cheer. In the soul-fighting arena, the truth is the size of the fist.

The strong ones among them are even more respected by everyone like stars. This is the honor that the soul fighting arena can give and the honor that is recognized by countless people.

"Nan Yeyu, level 28 mutant dragon martial soul, please give me advice."

After a standard clasping fist, one self-reports soul power and martial soul. This is the battle rules for fighting souls. There is no pretentiousness or contempt, and the eyes are full of perseverance.

Zhou Yu didn't know how to look at people, but looking at Nan Yeyu's performance, he still nodded. He was a genius among ordinary people, and more importantly, he had a good heart.

"I, level 29, that, the White Tiger Martial Spirit." My little face turned red and said with a stuttering sound. As if I realized something was wrong, I added: "My name is Dai Shu."

Her bright big eyes were flashing. She was ready to admit defeat at any time, but she unconsciously remembered Zhou Yu's words yesterday in her mind.

"Be careful."

Wong!

He nodded, as if he could see Dai Shu's embarrassment, and he reminded him kindly. Then, his soul power rose, and the red soul power full of power burst out.

Crack! A terrifying scene appeared on Nan Yeyu's body, and his body seemed to be lifted up by more than ten centimeters. Pieces of strong muscles completely supported their clothes. In an instant, Nan Yeyu's thin body turned into a giant!

The changes continued. Under the light, Nan Yeyu's skin was filled with a strange red color. Others could not see it clearly, but Zhou Yu's mental detection clearly saw it. They were fine dragon scales!

"There is a faint sound of dragon roar and this dragon power. It is indeed a dragon-like martial soul, but..."

Zhou Yu is not a wise man in martial soul research, and he is not able to judge what kind of ability this martial soul is, especially the development of the dragon clan has become confused since the nine dragon kings.

For example, the blue-light Tyrannosaurus rex with the lightning attribute is a branch of the Dragon King of Light, the red flame attribute is a descendant of the Fire Dragon King lineage, and the rouge dragon with the destroyed attribute can only be regarded as the differentiation of the bloodlines of the nine dragon kings.

"Hey! Wait!"

In panic, Dai Shu quickly released her martial soul, and saw that Nan Yeyu was already rushing towards him with violent soul power.

Finally, less than three meters away from Nan Yeyu, Dai Shu completed possession of the martial soul. Without even thinking about it, the light of the second soul ring flashed, and the white tiger's fierce light wave suddenly burst out!

"Hmm? The second soul skill - Red Dragon protects the body!"

Nan Yeyu's momentum stagnated, and two yellow soul rings appeared. He could not release his soul skills in rapid movement, and that was not wise.

The impact of the long-range soul skill is not very large, but if the target is hit while moving quickly, the effect will be completely different. Therefore, it is completely the right decision to stop and use the soul skill to block it.

boom!

The platinum beam exploded directly after hitting the target. The audience exclaimed again. They were all just outsiders watching the fun and didn't know what Nan Yeyu was doing. They were just amazed at the violent destructive power of their soul skills.

"Oh~" Zhou Yu shook his head slightly. Although he was standing in the rest area, he had already seen the result. Dai Shu's judgment was not wrong. The ability of the White Tiger Martial Soul in the early stage was not good at melee combat.

The first soul skill is that the White Tiger's body protection barrier is only an increase in defense and cannot achieve the effect of amplifying attack power, but the attack power of the White Tiger martial soul itself is already quite good, which is not critical.

In this case, it is right to use the second soul skill, and the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave to consume the melee soul master, but Dai Shu still lacks combat experience.

People with different soul skills will directly affect the final effect when they use the same time and method.

"Roar! Red Dragon's attack!"

The strong soul power fluctuations dispelled the smoke and dust, and the red figure rushed out instantly. Although it was a little embarrassed, judging from the soul power, Nan Yeyu was almost not injured.

"Huh?" Zhou Yu's eyes were filled with doubt. The dragon-type martial soul's defense was amazing. This was true, but the lethality of the white tiger martial soul was also not weak, not to mention that Dai Shu's soul power was one level higher than Nan Yeyu.

As Zhou Yu thought about it, the violent red figure had already rushed to Dai Shu, as if she was scared to death. Her soul power was completely unable to gather in panic!

Am I going to die? When facing the threat of death, it seems that everyone will see the truest self in their hearts, and Dai Shu is no exception.

Zhou Yu always paid attention to Dai Shu. He could not let him be in danger. Within the mental detection, Nan Yeyu's cold face became clearly visible. At this moment, the time in Zhou Yu's eyes seemed to be extended, and the picture was frozen at this moment.

"Am I going to die?" A heartbreaking voice of loneliness sounded in Zhou Yu's consciousness.
Chapter completed!