Monster Edit: I Can Create Cthulhu

As soon as the referee's whistle fell, Yun Ao took the lead in attacking.

He pointed his toes, and his whole body was galloping like an arrow that left the string. His tightly clenched palms were suddenly released, and he swung them away forcefully. Then, his chest swelled high, and he blew out a strong wind, and the poisonous powder was pressed along with the wind. , filled the entire arena in an instant.

These poisonous powders are not only poisonous, but can also form a mist-like effect.

In the arena, it instantly became a vast expanse of whiteness. Unless you have the ability to peep, you can't see clearly what's going on inside.

And ever since Yun Ao made a move, Su Ziyu had been standing there without moving.

Yun Ao's realm had already been figured out by him during the first fight.

Half-step angel level, that is to say, Yun Ao is still in the realm of quasi-angel level.

This strength, naturally, can stand out from the crowd in the Church of Knowledge, and is also worthy of the position of the chief judge of the Tribunal of Truth.

But Su Ziyu still didn't pay attention to him.

The difference in strength between a true angel class and a quasi-angel class can be described as cloud and mud.

While his eyes were wandering, Su Ziyu's pupils suddenly shrank, and in the hazy poisonous fog, he reached out and grabbed in a certain direction.

"what!"

Suddenly there was a scream in the poisonous fog, Su Ziyu retracted his arm forcefully, and smashed it to the ground without even looking at it.

The ground cracked, and Yun Ao, who was grabbed by the neck by Su Ziyu, vomited blood and almost passed out.

"You... How are you okay... My poison is carefully prepared... Even if it is inhaled by a strong person of the same level, the strength will be affected..."

Enduring the severe pain from the bones and internal organs, Yun Ao's eyes widened, unable to believe it.

"A poisonous fan of your level... It's okay to scare children."

Su Ziyu took a deep breath in front of him, but his expression did not change at all.

Seeing that the poisonous powder he carefully prepared not only had no effect on Su Ziyu, but was also belittled like this, Yun Ao felt a wave of anger welling up in his heart, and another mouthful of old blood spewed out with a puff.

He stared at Su Ziyu with his bloodshot eyes wide open. He opened his palm, and with a burst of spirituality, a poisonous snake-like vine quickly emerged from his palm, and venomously headed towards Su Ziyu's throat.

If he was stabbed by that vine, Su Ziyu's throat would be pierced, and he might be killed on the spot.

In an instant, Su Ziyu grabbed it quickly, and the vine man was firmly locked. He glanced at the desperate Yun Ao, shook his head, pulled his arm hard, and Yun Ao was pulled like a dead dog. to the body.

"Bye-Bye."

Su Ziyu raised his leg and stepped on Yun Ao's head.

"Do not…"

Yun Ao's eyes widened, seeing the foot rapidly zooming in front of his eyes, his face was full of horror.

"Pfft!"

Yun Ao's head burst like a watermelon, and stinky liquids of various colors splashed everywhere.

When he saw Lin Huohuo being tortured by Yun Ao's poisonous powder, Su Ziyu had already decided to kill him.

After Yun Ao's death, a strong wind suddenly blew away the poisonous mist that blocked the view, and the smelly liquid scattered all over the ground and Yun Ao's headless corpse were exposed in front of everyone's eyes.

"hiss…"

Everyone in the stands took a deep breath.

Especially the referee, with trembling eyes, looked at Su Ziyu with deep fear and fear.

"Dead...Yun Ao is actually dead..."

"This is a quasi-angel-level genius! He died in a blink of an eye?!"

"And he still died from his own poison!"

"..."

Everyone talked and discussed in low voices.

Only the priest of the Knowledge Church had an extremely gloomy face.

The blue-haired old man clenched his fists tightly and stared at Su Ziyu with murderous eyes.

Yun Ao is his student...

But to die in front of him like this, not only lost his beloved disciple, but also almost lost all his old face!
"Damn it! It is clearly stipulated in the selection competition that no one can be killed! This little disciple is too arrogant!"

The blue-haired old man uttered a terrifying roar like a roar.

An Yuxuan on the side also looked at Su Ziyu with a worried expression.

The blue-haired old man is a typical calf protector... Su Ziyu will definitely not escape his punishment if he kills Yun Ao.

"Boy Su, use your head to exchange my disciple's eyes in peace after death!"

The blue-haired old man soared into the sky, and six spiritual wings appeared behind him, and the angel-level breath swayed out like mountains and flowing water.

"Who saw that I killed him?" Facing the aggressive blue-haired old man, Su Ziyu said slowly without any fear.

"Who else could it be if you didn't kill it!"

The blue-haired old man glared angrily, and the terrifying spiritual energy transformed into a vajra phantom behind him.

"He was poisoned to death by his own poison." Su Ziyu shrugged and said, "If you don't believe me, you can see the injuries on the corpse."

Following his words, everyone's eyes fell on Yun Ao's corpse. The headless corpse was bluish-purple in color, and there were many dense blisters on the surface of the skin, the tallest of which was about the size of a fist.

Judging by this appearance, it is obvious that he has been deeply poisoned.

"Could it be possible that his head was also damaged by the poison bomb?"

"Of course."

Su Ziyu shrugged with a confused face, "This is the poison he released himself, who knows what effect it has, or is there anyone here who wants to come up and learn about brother Yun Ao's poison?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar, and the blue-haired old man's face was even more ashen. He looked at Su Ziyu with gritted teeth, and wished he could cut him into pieces immediately.

"Referee! You care about this matter or don't care!"

Knowing that he couldn't compete with Su Ziyu with the sharpness of his tongue, the blue-haired old man suddenly turned his head and glared at the referee, shouting sharply.

The referee glanced at the blue-haired old man with some embarrassment, then glanced at Su Ziyu quietly from the corner of his eye, swallowed with difficulty, and tremblingly said:
"Blue manganese officiant... the small one... the small one was also covered by the poisonous fog, and couldn't see what happened inside..."

"Ridiculous! Could it be that I killed myself because of my apprentice or because I released the poisonous mist!"

Hearing this, the blue-haired old man roared angrily, he looked like a blue-haired lion that had bitten a child.

"If you are not skilled, you can't blame others."

Su Ziyu looked at the referee and said calmly, "Can we announce the result?"

"Ah good…"

The referee glanced at the blue-haired old man, then at Su Ziyu, gritted his teeth for the last time, and hastily announced the final result.

"absurd!"

The blue-haired old man couldn't bear it anymore, the veins in the corners of his eyes bulged, and suddenly he grabbed Su Ziyu's neckline with his palm, and the surrounding space was squeezed and made a crackling sound.

At this moment, accompanied by a crisp sound, a long sword pierced through the rain curtain and pierced heavily into the ground. Within a few feet of Su Ziyu, a wave of spirituality erupted and bounced off the blue-haired old man's body. attack.

"Lan Manganese, your skills are not as good as others, and you are willing to bow down. If you make such a quarrel with a junior, I'm afraid it's not because you have lost your old face."

The Qingyou Priest flashed to the side of the long sword, brushed his long hair, and said softly.