Chapter 316 Whoosh whoosh!

On the competition stage, Jili's body was shaking violently, swaying from side to side like a drunk. Finally, his legs softened and he fell to his knees.

Then, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the scales on his body peeled off piece by piece. He made a "clang clang" sound from his mouth, but he couldn't even say a word.

Rays of golden light began to overflow from his body.

Gradually, these golden lights gradually condensed into strands.

Waves of golden light scattered.

The fishy smell on his body gradually faded, replaced by a fresh smell that had just been exposed to the sun.

"Bang--"

Jili's body seemed to be torn apart by an invisible big hand, bursting from the inside out, and turned into countless tiny fragments.

What was creepy was that these fragments were not bloody, but emitted a strange gray-black light, like embers after being burned by a raging fire.

The fragments flew and spun in the air, and finally gradually dissipated in the golden light, as if they had never existed.

The audience was stunned, silent, and could hear a pin drop. Everyone's face was full of shock and disbelief. They stared at everything that happened on the competition stage in amazement, as if time had stopped.

This sudden change was so shocking that it made it difficult for them to breathe and think.

"What kind of soul skill is this?" Someone murmured to himself, his voice full of fear and confusion.

"It's too terrible to be able to kill a soul emperor-level strongman in an instant!"

"Yes, this power is simply unheard of and unseen!"

The audience was talking about it, but no one could give an answer, because they had never seen such a strange and powerful soul skill.

This battle was full of suspense from the beginning. Ji Li's weird and unpredictable ability, especially the tongue that could be infinitely extended, and his own strong resistance, all made Yuan Gungun fall into a hard battle.

However, just when everyone thought that Yuan Gungun was about to lose, the situation changed dramatically.

Jili, the powerful evil soul master, was wiped out in an instant without leaving any trace.

In the rest area, the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect team, Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng, stood up suddenly, his face terribly gloomy. He stared at Yuan Gungun on the competition stage with sharp eyes, his lips moved slightly, and it was unknown what he was saying.

In the waiting battle zone, Tang Ya, the captain of the Holy Spirit Sect team, saw this and immediately turned to look at Zhang Peng, nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Yuan Gungun stood on the competition stage, turning a deaf ear to everything around him. He was still concentrating on absorbing the soul power in the bottle, preparing for the next battle, as if the earth-shaking scene just now had nothing to do with him.

On the Holy Spirit Sect side, at Tang Ya's signal, a tall and thin team member walked onto the competition stage.

This man was more than two meters tall, but he was skinny, like a bamboo pole. He was wearing a loose black robe, but it still couldn't cover his thin body. From a distance, he looked like a moving clothes hanger.

His movements were stiff and slow, and he walked towards the center of the competition stage step by step. With every step, his knees seemed to be rusted and made a "creaking" sound.

"Both sides are clear." The referee's voice sounded.

"Snow Demon Sect, Yuan Gun Gun." Yuan Gun Gun said lazily.

"Holy Spirit Sect, Wang Xiaolei." Wang Xiaolei's voice was hoarse and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell, which was chilling.

Seeing Wang Xiaolei go on stage, Han Yu's eyes flashed with a strange color in the rest area of ​​Shrek Academy. She turned her head slightly and whispered a few words to Yuan Gun Gun beside her.

Yuan Gun Gun's eyelids lifted slightly, and his eyes moved away from the mouth of the milk bottle. In his dark eyes, there seemed to be an endless abyss, deep and mysterious. He slowly put down the bottle in his hand, his movements were as natural as flowing water, without the slightest drag.

"Both sides retreat and prepare for the game."

The voice of Bupo Douluo echoed over the competition stage like a huge bell, attracting everyone's attention.

Yuan Gungun walked steadily to the other side of the competition stage step by step.

His steps were not fast, but full of power. Every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart, making people hold their breath for fear of disturbing him.

At the same time, Wang Xiaolei of the Holy Spirit Sect also began to move.

His movements were stiff and slow, as if he was an old man, and every step seemed extremely heavy.

His face was pale, without a trace of blood, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and the whole person exuded a gloomy atmosphere, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

In the audience, the originally noisy voices gradually subsided, and everyone was watching the two people on the competition stage, waiting for the start of the game.

The victory or defeat of a game does not mean anything. Although Yuan Gungun showed amazing strength in the last game, he still has too little experience in the game.

Many people are wondering how far this talented young man from the Snow Demon Sect can go in this semi-final.

Before this game started, almost no one was optimistic about the Snow Demon Sect.

In the impression of most people, evil soul masters are synonymous with evil, terror, and blood, and are rats crossing the street that everyone shouts and beats.

They couldn't understand why the Snow Demon Sect appeared in the arena of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Competition, and they were able to overcome all the obstacles and enter the semi-finals.

In their opinion, the Snow Demon Sect was just a small sect.

Moreover, there was an insurmountable gap between evil soul masters and ordinary soul masters. Under the condition of equal cultivation, ordinary soul masters could not defeat evil soul masters at all.

However, the appearance of Yuan Gungun completely overturned their cognition.

With a clean victory, he proved to everyone that evil soul masters were not invincible.

Of course, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Ji Li of the Holy Spirit Sect underestimated the enemy in the last game, and was killed by Yuan Gungun before he even had time to use his strongest soul skills.

But this could not cover up Yuan Gungun's strength. The Snow Demon Sect was able to defeat its opponents in the individual elimination and team competitions, which was enough to prove their strength.

At this moment, the soul guide shield on the competition stage had risen again, and Bupo Douluo stood in the center of the competition stage, looking deeply at Yuan Gungun who had walked to the edge of the competition stage.

This young man from the Snow Demon Sect always had a faint smile on his face, looking calm and unhurried, but it was hard to see through his heart.

As a referee, Bupo Douluo had officiated countless games and seen countless talented soul masters, but it was the first time he met someone as mysterious as Yuan Gungun.

Unconsciously, the mysterious Holy Spirit Sect seemed to no longer be the only focus, and the Snow Demon Sect, which he officiated many games, was also shrouded in a mysterious veil, making it difficult to understand.

The players of the Snow Demon Sect were so hidden.

In the last game, they had not even used their full strength against the strong men of other teams.

Until this moment, Yuan Gungun showed his powerful fifth soul skill.

Although Zheng Zhan was a ninth-level soul mentor, his ability in martial soul was far from comparable to that of a real Titled Douluo. But when he reached that level, his eyesight was naturally much higher than that of ordinary people.

Why did Yuan Gungun's four palms just now have such a terrifying destructive power, and from the inside out?

That was definitely not just his own strength, it should also be the strength of Jili himself.

In other words, his previous attack even triggered the soul power in Jili's body to be affected, and finally produced such a self-explosion.

This is no longer a simple description of the word soul skill.

A true soul master can actually reach such a level of combat skills!

"The game begins." Although his mind was full of thoughts, it did not affect Zheng Zhan's enforcement of this game.

As the referee Zheng Zhan announced the start of the game, Yuan Gungun rushed forward, his strong body like a cheetah ready to go, rushing towards his opponent Wang Xiaolei.

This time, his speed was faster than the previous game, and his momentum was more amazing, because he had only one goal in mind: to force Wang Xiaolei, who was good at long-range attacks, to fight in close combat.

Han Yu's reminder was still ringing in his ears, and every step of Yuan Gungun was full of power, as if he was going to crush the hard steel plate ground.

He swung his arms slightly, adjusted the rhythm of the sprint, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, locking the opponent's figure tightly.

He knew that this was a contest of speed and strength, and he had to seize the opportunity to gain an advantage.

On the other side of the field, Wang Xiaolei still stood still. His thin figure looked even thinner against Yuan Gungun, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

Facing Yuan Gungun's fierce charge, Wang Xiaolei was not at all flustered. He slowly raised his right hand and pointed his slender index finger in the direction of Yuan Gungun. At the same time, six soul rings rose from under his feet, two yellow, two purple, and two black, emitting heart-pounding energy fluctuations.

As the first soul ring shone, a bone claw stretched out from Wang Xiaolei's sleeves and pointed directly at Yuan Gungun.

The next moment, a horrifying scene appeared. The hard steel plate ground seemed to have turned into a quagmire. Countless white bone claws broke out of the ground. They waved sharp bone blades and grabbed Yuan Gungun. Two of them were extremely fast and accurately grabbed Yuan Gungun's feet that were exerting force.

The other bone claws also grabbed his legs.

Although it was daytime, the sky seemed to be covered by a huge gray curtain, and the air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Suddenly, countless pale bone claws stretched out from under Wang Xiaolei's cloak, like claws from the abyss, grabbing everyone's attention, and the audience burst into terrified shouts.

The bone claws were as white as jade, with a heart-pounding cold light, and the sharp bone spurs flashed with a little cold light, as if they could tear the air apart in the next second.

The five finger bones danced like spirit snakes, bringing up gusts of cold wind, which made people shudder.

At the same time, Wang Xiaolei's five soul rings began to flash, the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth, the five soul rings flashed alternately, red, black, black, black, black, and five different colored halos moved like life, emitting strange light.

The light was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, as if it was breathing, and it seemed to be accumulating some terrible power, which was unpredictable. Each soul ring seemed to contain huge energy, and every flash affected everyone's mind.

What kind of soul skill was Wang Xiaolei going to use?

No one knew, but everyone could feel that a powerful force was brewing and about to explode.

At this moment, Yuan Gungun felt his feet tighten, and a huge force came, and his body suddenly stopped.

It turned out that Wang Xiaolei's bone claws had silently grabbed his feet, and the strong force made him unable to move.

Due to inertia, Yuan Gungun's upper body suddenly leaned forward and was about to fall to the ground.

However, Yuan Gungun's reaction was also very fast. He supported himself with both hands and bounced back like a spring, instantly dissolving the momentum of the forward rush.

At the same time, dazzling lightning burst out from his feet, like a violent thunder dragon, instantly blasting the bone claws that bound him into pieces.

This is exactly Yuan Gungun's second soul skill - Thunderbolt.

Yuan Gungun's control of his own soul power has reached the point of perfection. He can compress the powerful thunder power on his feet and burst out amazing destructive power.

In the previous battle, he relied on this Thunderbolt to suppress Jili's tongue.

This time, he also concentrated all his strength on his feet. With a few crisp "crackling" sounds, Wang Xiaolei's bone claws were instantly blown into powder.

The fifth soul skill Yuan Gungun used before was Han Yu helping him hunt a soul beast named Bright Titan.

Yuan Gungun's martial soul is fat, and all power-type soul beasts are very suitable for him.

Bright Titan is a very rare soul beast, but it is very suitable for Yuan Gungun.

It not only brings Yuan Gungun great power but also great defense.

Combined with the power of light, it forms a powerful ability to break evil.

It has a considerable restraining effect on all evil soul masters.

This is why the mysterious national teacher's emotions fluctuated violently when he saw Yuan Gungun destroy Jili.

However, Yuan Gungun's delay, the opponent's soul skill has been completed.

Wang Xiaolei made a virtual pressing motion towards Yuan Gungun, and a strange ice-blue wave suddenly lit up on his bone claws.

Suddenly, a circle of pale white halo appeared under Yuan Gungun's feet.

Yuan Gungun only felt a strong cold breath instantly invaded himself, and the next moment the surroundings had turned white.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Xiaolei whispered, "Second soul skill, evil frost!"

A chilling breath instantly burst out from him. Unlike the extreme ice of Han Yu, this chill was not pure, but seemed to be wrapped in the wailing of countless resentful spirits, which made people shudder.

The freezing ability that Wang Xiaolei used was not derived from pure ice attributes, but was condensed from the evil energy extracted from the origin of resentful spirits.

The extreme cold feeling came from the concentrated evil and resentment, which was cold and grim, as if it would freeze the soul of a person.

He knew that in order to use this soul skill, he had to constantly replenish resentful spirits, and each resentful spirit represented a lost life. (End of this chapter)