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Uncle Yang Mao, who suddenly exploded, roared angrily at Yan Mengmeng.

With this sound, a monstrous aura burst out instantly, and the aura blew up Yan Mengmeng's long hair like a gust of wind.

Yan Mengmeng frowned, blowing her hair messed up made her really uncomfortable, knowing that she was going to participate in the competition, Yan Mengmeng even tied her hair up specially.

This Uncle Yang Mao is a little annoying!

Immediately, I saw the sword in Yan Mengmeng's hand waved again, the stormy weather was like a sea wave, and Yan Mengmeng's sword directly split the wave in two.

When the momentum hit Yan Mengmeng, he was forced to rush to both sides.

At this time, Yang Mao was glaring angrily, and the shadow of the three-headed dog martial spirit behind him was staring at Yan Mengmeng fiercely.

As soon as he lost his momentum, he rushed directly to Yan Mengmeng.

Unlike last time, this time Uncle Yang Mao used a real killing move, not a test.

Yan Mengmeng's humiliation had already made him lose his mind, and his murderous intent was already on the rise.

Seeing this, the referee not far away wanted to step forward to stop him, but Yan Mengmeng shook his head at him.

Obviously, this was Yan Mengmeng's signal to him that there was no need. Although he was still worried, he still had to obey Her Royal Highness the Saint's instructions.

He unconsciously chose to believe the wonders brought by Her Royal Highness just now.

Uncle Yang Mao came here from the position just now. Compared with before, I don't know how many times faster.

However, when he was less than one meter away from Yan Mengmeng, Yan Mengmeng's eyes were serious, and his smiling face was full of seriousness.

In an instant, Yan Mengmeng raised her hand.

Draw your sword!

For a moment, the sword light intersected with the unique light of his soul power, and the intense light almost flickered so that the audience below couldn't open their eyes.

After a moment, the light disappeared.

People took a closer look, at this time, Uncle Yang Mao's mouth was full of blood, his eyes were expressionless, he bent his body, looking at the place where he bowed his body, it was impressive that Yan Mengmeng's sword was in his body.

That's right, at that moment just now, Yan Mengmeng made a counterattack, and this counterattack was a direct thrust with a sword.

In fact, Yan Mengmeng has other ways to break the situation, but she doesn't want to use it, this person is going to kill herself, and keeping it is a disaster, so it's better to solve it on the spot today to save trouble.

There is no way to guard against thieves for a thousand days as long as you are a thief for a thousand days.

If you let him go today, you will have a hidden enemy in the future, and the trouble will be endless.

Yan Mengmeng is a casual person, and she will take revenge on the spot when she has a grudge. What swordsmanship pays attention to is the clear heart of the sword. She doesn't dare to cut this, and she doesn't dare to kill that. What kind of sword practice is she?

Just as people covered their mouths and stared in disbelief at the scene in front of them, a sudden change occurred.

Yan Mengmeng, who was feeling a little uncomfortable at first, suddenly had a black light all over her body. Indeed, this was the first time that Yan Mengmeng had committed murder with a determined intention to kill. It was inevitable that she would be a little uncomfortable. Although his father often said that killing people is just a matter of drinking water, so She needs to get used to it.

But she still couldn't bear it after doing so.

The most important thing is this black light, which is different from the black of the ten thousand-year soul ring, which also emits some light; so now the light on the field feels much dimmer.

Yan Mengmeng was wondering what it was, familiar yet unfamiliar, and then, the black light directly turned into a ball, covering Yan Mengmeng inside.

Yang Mao, who was killed by Yan Mengmeng's sword, was bounced away and landed on the stage motionless.

Yan Mengmeng's sudden change took everyone by surprise, and anxiously, the referee had no choice but to go to the sect's senior management to deal with the situation.

At this time, all the senior sect leaders were paying attention to another match, which was the peak duel between the Holy Son of Baiyun Sect and the Holy Son of Qianjun Sect.

Because Yan Mengmeng is a soul sect, there is basically no chance of winning against Yang Mao, so naturally there is no need to pay too much attention to the match, but this one is related to the face of each sect.

Although one is level 57 versus level 52, it is still unknown who will win and who will lose.

The two saint sons on the stage are really fighting fiercely, sometimes they have the upper hand, and sometimes they are moved back to the situation. It is really a strange battle in the world of soul masters!

Just when the two elders of Qianjun Sect showed gratified smiles, someone rushed over and whispered beside them for a while.

Immediately, the two stood up suddenly, and the smiles on their faces disappeared, replaced by panic.

And Bai Yunzong also received the news, and the reaction of these two people was almost exactly the same.

The four looked at each other, then ran towards Yan Mengmeng like crazy.

Some of the audience around noticed the reactions of these big shots, and they were extremely puzzled. Seeing the four of them leaving the arena in a hurry and running in the direction of the other half, they also followed these big shots.

In a blink of an eye, the originally popular competition suddenly became unsatisfactory, and this also made the two holy sons on the field very puzzled. One was inattentive, and the white cloud sect's holy son was hit, and he was directly kicked out of the field. The game was so hasty It was declared over, and the Holy Son of Qianjun Gate won.

Because it was a sudden reaction, the two holy sons were not injured. They bowed to each other and followed the pace of the crowd.

It was such a hasty understanding of the originally difficult game, which made the referees on the field feel a little embarrassed!

But now it's more important to go to watch the fun, and I don't want to think about it.

In just a quarter of an hour, the place where Yan Mengmeng was located was completely surrounded.

It can be seen from a distance that there is a strange black ball on the stage at this time, and then the four big men are standing there thinking about something.

The two of Qianjun Sect looked sad, while the two of Bai Yunzong were puzzled.

"You said there is a saint inside?"

The head of Baiyun Sect looked at the referee who came to report before and asked.

The well-informed referee nodded like a chick picking rice, very sure.

Head Bai looked at Elder Wang beside him and asked him what he thought. Elder Wang was also confused at the moment, shaking his head knowing nothing.

So, the two continued to meditate.

But here, the Qianjunmen couldn't hold back anymore. First of all, the one who died was the nephew of one of them. This kind of affectionate relationship made him lose his judgment on the current situation.

Secondly, after knowing the news that the enemy was by his side, he couldn't hold back even more.

In an instant, the elder activated his martial soul, which resembles Uncle Yang Mao, also a three-headed dog, but he is no longer a phantom, but a real beast, and the visual effect has been directly improved. How many grades.

Then, with his martial soul activated, he launched the most violent attack on the black ball under the astonished eyes of everyone. Once he made a move, the feeling was extremely different.

It seems that this move can tear the world apart, and even some low-strength people dare not look directly at it.

However, just when his attack came to the black ball.

Sect Leader Bai and Elder Wang naturally screamed secretly and wanted to stop him, but it was too late at this moment.

After all, it was Contra who was at the same level as them.

The attack hit a black ball, and the two heads of Bai were a little desperate.

He almost shouted with all his strength, "Stop!"

However, it was of no use. This brilliant blow with the momentum of mountains and rivers had already hit the black ball.