Chapter 1245 The Young Master Is Mighty

Yu Shalin stood on the stage, his eyes were stern, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Is there any other prodigy from the God Clan who is willing to come on stage to give advice?"

"I'll do it!"

Zhaoya stepped out and landed on the ring.

He is the genius of the previous generation. He has been in immortal perfection for many years, and his immortal energy has been polished to perfection.

"kill!"

Without any unnecessary nonsense, Zhao Ya launched an attack as soon as he came on stage.

His weapon is a spear.

The spear emerges like a dragon, majestic and majestic.

But Yu Sha was not a weakling, he held a fist with one hand and struck out.

"Boom boom boom!"

The three of them hit each other three times in an instant.

The void in the arena was shaking continuously, almost to the point of being shattered.

But overall, Yu Sha is slightly weaker and disadvantaged.

However, he has not used weapons yet.

"Come again!"

With a loud shout, Zhaoya's blood surged, his momentum became stronger, and he took action suddenly.

Suddenly, Yu Sha's expression was slightly stern.

His body shape suddenly became unreal, and he adopted a roaming style.

There is a time limit for the bloodline explosion, so as long as he waits for this period of time, Zhaoya will definitely fail.

Zhaoya naturally knew what the opponent was paying attention to, and thrust out his spear crazily. For a moment, his attacks spread throughout the arena. Such a large-scale attack was extremely energy-consuming.

However, Yu Sha was too fast for him to catch, so he had to resort to this stupid method.

Sure enough, as he performed this move, Yu Sha could no longer take advantage of his speed and could only choose to confront Zhao Ya head-on.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There were dozens of fierce collisions again.

Zhao Ya finally seized the opportunity and slammed his spear on Yu Sha's chest.

"Um!"

With a muffled groan, Yu Sha fell down.

Zhao Ya, on the other hand, was in high spirits, with murderous intent. He was like a tarsal maggot, stepping up to pursue him. The spear in his hand turned into a deadly poisonous python, and in an instant, he stabbed hundreds of times. The moves are deadly and carry terrifying murderous intent.

Yu Sha's expression changed, and a short sword appeared in his hand.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

The dagger turned into an afterimage in his hand, and continued to sway out, defusing Zhaoya's attacks one by one.

"die!"

At this moment, Zhao Ya's eyes shone brightly, his aura surged, and the spear in his hand suddenly turned into an ancient dragon.

"Pfft!"

The spear suddenly pierced Yu Sha's chest and blasted a big hole in his upper body. However, with his full blow, he lost his defense and Yu Sha slashed him into two pieces with his sword.

After issuing a big move, Zhaoya's energy had been exhausted, and after being chopped into two pieces, he completely lost his ability to resist.

"die!"

An angry and fierce light flashed in Yu Sha's eyes, and the dagger shot out clusters of jet-black sword light that engulfed Zhao Ya.

"puff!"

Blood spattered, and in an instant, Zhao Ya was strangled to pieces.

"Wow!"

After completing all this, Yu Sha's cheeks suddenly turned pale, he vomited blood and fell back, almost falling down.

Obviously, the blow from Zhaoya also caused him serious injuries.

Staring at this scene, Qin Tian said thoughtfully: "It seems that people in the Zhuang Realm are not very resilient?"

The immortal Taixu creature can recover quickly after being hit with a big hole in its chest by consuming energy, but Yu Sha's wound only recovered about one-tenth.

This is too slow for immortal creatures.

"The Chosen One from the Turbid Realm wins!"

Song Jingmo announced the result in a timely manner.

Yu Sha bowed to Song Jingmo and then left the ring to recuperate. At this time, Swagger also condensed his body again, but he looked very weak.

"It's my turn!"

Qin Tian was about to board the ring, but a figure flew onto the ring first.

"Song Meng from the divine tribe, who is coming?"

Song Meng's sharp eyes swept over all the talented people in the world of turmoil.

"This girl is here to meet you!"

A female prodigy from the world of chaos flew onto the ring.

"kill!"

Similarly, Song Meng took action directly without any unnecessary nonsense.

The cyan sword light was as fast as lightning, and it instantly involved the female genius of the turbid world.

"Puff puff puff!"

Blood splattered, and the sword light became more and more dazzling. In the surprised eyes of both parties, the female genius of the Zhuang Realm was actually strangled to pieces.

"this……?"

Seeing this scene, Song Chi's face suddenly darkened, because he discovered that Song Meng's strength had actually surpassed him. She must have taken advantage of the opportunity to control the Holy Land of Cultivation to increase her strength crazily.

"Damn it, why did my father give her the Holy Land of Cultivation!"

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a strong sense of jealousy and hatred in his heart, wishing that Song Meng would die in the ring.

Qin Tian, ​​who was not far away, clearly caught the jealousy and hatred in Song Chi's eyes, and couldn't help but shook his head secretly: "You can't even tolerate your own biological sister. Such a big heart is really...!"

"Who else comes up to die?"

Song Meng sheathed her sword and returned to where she was, looking down upon the genius of the Zhuo Realm.

Miessheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said through the message: "This woman is very strong. Most people are no match for her. You win this round in Donggui!"

"good!"

Donggui is a young man in black who is very close to Misheng.

At this time, the female prodigy from the turbulent world reassembled her body, but her body was a little illusory and her aura was extremely weak.

Seeing this, Qin Tian understood more and more that the weakness of the creatures in the turbulent world was their slow recovery.

"I am Donggui, I hope you remember my name!"

The next moment, Donggui stepped onto the ring and said coldly.

"kill!"

Song Meng stepped out, the sword in his hand blooming again.

"Dangdangdang!"

His sword flashed fast, and Donggui's counterattack was even faster.

After a series of collisions, he completely blocked Song Meng's attack and threw a punch at the same time.

This punch was full of the breath of destruction.

It actually made Song Meng feel a little scared.

"Swish!"

Her figure flashed, and she suddenly disappeared from the spot. It was her who performed the "God" character technique.

After the God character technique was launched, her speed increased by about twice.

In a flash, she swung her sword quickly. For a moment, there were sword lights and diffused sword intent all around Donggui.

Suddenly, Donggui's face was stern, and his fists kept throwing out.

"Dangdangdang!"

Another intensive collision.

"Puff!"

Blood spurted out, and there was a wound on his back and chest.

Seeing this scene, the gods were very excited.

"Young Master Song Meng, kill him!"

"Young Master Song Meng is invincible, kill him!"

…………

Hearing the shouts of her fellow tribesmen, Song Meng's speed actually increased by two points.

At the same time, her breath also surged at this moment, but it was she who activated the power of her blood.

"Damn it!"

Donggui's expression became anxious. Facing the increasingly violent sword light, he was already a little unable to reach it, and the wounds on his body were increasing.

Finally!

Half a quarter of an hour later, Donggui was a little slower, and then a sword light appeared out of thin air between his neck.

"Puff!"

Blood splashed, a head flew high, and then was strangled to pieces by the sword light.

Then, the sword light strangled half of his body to pieces.

"Good!"

Seeing this scene, the people of the God Clan cheered for Song Meng.

At this time, she also retreated, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and her breath gradually calmed down.

"Young Master!"

"Young Master!"

"Mighty! Mighty!"

…………

Song Jingmo raised his hand: "Song Meng won consecutive victories!" (To be continued)