Chapter 421: Meng Yiran: My sweetheart will be able to defeat you!

Chapter 421 Meng Yiran: My sweetheart will definitely defeat you!

There were many voices in the arena.

When more than 100,000 spectators saw Tang San participating in the competition with six supporters, they were all dumbfounded.

They racked their brains to recall the history of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Competition for so many years.

Never before has such a wonderful thing happened.

Heated discussions continued one after another, watching Tang San on the stage shine again and again.

"What's the matter with this guy, one person brings six support to the field? How dare he."

"This kid is planning to output one by himself, and destroy the seven with one?"

"Fuck, how arrogant is this?"

"Obviously he doesn't take the heroes of the world seriously."

In the arena.

Meng Yiran's bright and beautiful eyes tightened.

Tang San didn't play cards according to the routine, which made her confused for a while.

She looked across.

"Hey, what lineup is this?"

Tang San glanced at her indifferently, and ignored her.

Instead, Luo Yu stared at the audience.

A confident and stern smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"I hope to see the strength I will show later, don't be so scared that your calves become weak."

"Ha ha."

After finishing speaking, he quickly turned his head and hooked his fingers at Meng Yiran's team.

"Come on, quick fight."

Meng Yiran's eyes were blank at first, and then showed an extremely annoyed look.

"You guy, you have such a big tone, who are you looking down on?"

"Do you really think of our School of Beasts as a persimmon?"

Tang San shook his head, impatience crossed his face.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm in a hurry."

"Boom!"

Meng Yiran's hair fluttered, and the light and shadow of dark purple soul power exploded from his body like mist.

Yu held a snake-headed crutch in his hand, yellow, yellow and purple, with four soul rings circling around it.

Fire-breathing eyes, staring at Tang San closely.

"I'll hold this guy down first, the six of you quickly cut to the back row, solve the support on the opposite side and join me for a siege."

"Yes!"

The six members of the Alien Beast Academy responded in unison, and the formation changed.

Following Meng Yiran's beautiful legs on the ground and attacking Tang San, the other six people made a detour and went straight to attack the opposite support system soul master.

Looking at this scene, Luo Yu nodded secretly.

Meng Yiran's choice is undoubtedly the most correct.

This girl reacts very quickly, obviously not a vase, her IQ is online.

Although Tang San was enraged, he remained calm.

The auxiliary combat power is undoubtedly the weakest. Quickly cut off six players and then play seven against one to seal the victory.

but.

Luo Yu sighed, although Tang San was trash in his eyes, he was still difficult to deal with in others.

As he thought.

Faced with such tactics, Tang San didn't panic at all.

Facing Meng Yiran who was charging straight ahead, he sneered.

"When the strength gap is too large, no tactics can make up for it."

"Boom!"

The Blue Silver Emperor Martial Spirit appeared, with five soul rings revolving around it.

Yellow yellow purple purple black

He stretched out his hand, sprinkled countless seeds, and thick blue-gold vines rose from the ground.

The seven members of the Alien Beast Team were shocked by Tang San's spirit ring configuration, so their actions were delayed for a moment.

Coupled with Tang San's unexpected attack.

In an instant, the six people fell into the vines and their freedom was restricted.

Meng Yiran's ankle was also entangled.

She just swung the snake staff to blow up a vine, but when she looked up, she found dozens of vines entangled like poisonous snakes.

Immediately, her face paled, and she cried out badly.

"Come!"

Tang San shouted.

The six soul masters behind them all activated their soul skills, shooting out six rays of light and shadows, which landed on Tang San.

"Boom!"

Tang San's momentum exploded, the ground shattered, and gravel flew.

"The fourth soul skill: Blue Silver Prison!"

"Fifth Soul Skill: Blue Silver Overlord Spear!"

"Swish Swish!"

Cages woven by Blue Silver Emperor vines enclose the seven people.

A blue-gold long spear shone in Tang San's hand.

Tang San stomped hard, the masonry exploded, and his whole body bounced like a cannonball.

Holding a long gun, perform ghost shadow fan step.

In an instant, there were many shadows of guns.

The six members of the Alien Beast Academy were picked up one after another as if they were being sacked by rags and sacks, and were thrown off the stage.

Meng Yiran tried his best to escape the siege.

However, the strong wind came, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Tang San had already approached, with the point of the spear pointing between her eyebrows.

Her pupils shrank suddenly, her pretty face was tense, and all the soul light on her body dissipated.

Tang San narrowed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

"Vulnerable."

The audience outside the venue were stunned.

"Wow!!"

The whole audience became noisy, everyone stared at Tang San as if they had seen hell.

"This... how can this guy be so scary?"

"One person, destroying the seven members of the Alien Beast Squad, what a combat power this is."

"Digging, this is too scary. Is there anyone in the younger generation who can be this guy's opponent."

"Grass, how old is the five-ring soul king? It's fake."

"Black soul ring, the younger generation actually has a black ten-thousand-year soul ring?"

"Hiss—"

The audience was frightened by Tang San's combat power performance, all of them looked sideways and sighed again and again.

Tang San held a spear in his hand, and stared at Meng Yiran in front of him with indifferent eyes.

"Why don't you admit defeat?"

"You... who are you?" Meng Yiran asked, "Why do you have such strength."

Tang San sneered, his eyes sharp.

"I am the king of the younger generation, and there is no enemy in the Douluo Continent."

"Remember, losing to me, Tang San, is your glory."

Meng still pursed her red lips tightly, the winner was the king and the loser was Kou, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness in her heart, but she couldn't even say a word.

For some reason, the shadow that was deeply engraved in her heart flashed across her mind.

Fang's heart throbbed.

"Tang San, I recognize your strength."

"But, no matter what, you can't surpass my sweetheart."

"Hehe, what are you kidding." Tang San smiled disdainfully, "Could it be that your sweetheart is an old man who has practiced for many years?"

Meng still clenched his teeth, hearing that his sweetheart was scolded, even if he was pointed at by the point of a gun, he was not afraid at all.

"He is not an old man, he is younger and more handsome than you!"

"If he was here, how could you be so arrogant."

Tang San's spear tip shook, and a strand of hair on Meng Yiran's forehead was broken.

"Nonsense, looking for death?"

Meng Yiran smiled happily, and raised his eyebrows stubbornly.

"how?"