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BANG!!!
Accompanied by a deafening roar, before the Shrek team could react and realize that they had lost two auxiliary soul masters, Xuan Ming's figure disappeared again, turning into a blood-red lightning and rushing towards the Royal Fighting Team.
The spear in his hand, which was flashing with blood-red lightning, smashed heavily on the rock-hard tortoise shells of the Shi brothers with a force of ten thousand pounds, making a deafening explosion. The entire fighting arena shook violently, as if it would collapse at any time.
Yu Tianheng, who had rushed out, also came back at this time, and his dragon claws flashing with terrifying lightning slapped towards Xuan Ming.
Xuan Ming turned around, and black lightning burst out from the tip of his spear, colliding with Yu Tianheng. The air between the two seemed to be torn apart.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dugu Yan also rushed forward to attack, while the Shi brothers protected Ye Lingling and quickly distanced themselves from Xuan Ming.
In the first wave of confrontation alone, Shrek lost two supports. Although the Royal Fighting Team successfully kept their own supports, they were still struggling in the face of Xuan Ming's powerful attack.
Seeing this almost one-sided battle, the audience in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena was boiling with excitement, especially the nobles who bet on Xuan Ming to lose.
They never expected that when so many people surrounded and beat up one person, it would unfold like this.
"He's too fast." Flanders said in a deep voice.
"Not many Soul Masters of the Agility Attack system can keep up with him. These kids can't react at all!"
A soul skill with powerful breakthrough capabilities, which is very terrifying in team battles!
As long as there is an opportunity, the back row will be doomed!
"No, there is still a chance, Xiao San's third soul skill!" Yu Xiaogang stared closely at the battle on the stage.
When Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan were besieging Xuan Ming head-on, Dai Mubai and his men came up again. Tang San took this opportunity to activate his third soul skill. Dense blue silver grass suddenly rose from under Xuan Ming's feet, forming a solid blue silver cage.
"This thing can't trap him." Yu Tianheng looked at the blue-silver cage with a frown.
Tang San did not say anything, but continued to output soul power. The blue silver prison, which originally had only one layer, began to grow again, quickly spreading and growing a second layer. After the second layer was completed, it grew a third layer, trapping Xuan Ming tightly.
"Triple cage?" Xuan Ming was a little surprised.
Is this a mutated thousand-year soul skill?
"It's not over yet!" Tang San clenched his right hand, and the heavy triple cage suddenly began to shrink.
"Success!" Yu Xiaogang said excitedly.
Tang San's third soul skill comes from the two thousand year old crypt spider, the blue silver cage, which is absolute single-target control!
Once the cage is completely shrunk without any defense, it is impossible to break free in a short time unless you are a beast spirit master with powerful explosive spirit skills!
"It seems that I should be more serious with you." The third soul ring under Xuan Ming flickered, and a surge of blood mist surged out from the tip of the spear and quickly spread.
"Get out of the way!"
The Royal Fighting Team's expressions changed drastically, and they quickly distanced themselves from Xuan Ming. Yufeng was even more shocked as if he had seen a ghost, and he almost flew off the fighting arena.
Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, the triple blue-silver cage that trapped Xuan Ming was being eroded, torn, and decayed by the blood mist at a speed visible to the naked eye!
In just a few breaths, the rapidly shrinking blue-silver cage scattered on the ground like dead branches and leaves.
"What kind of move is this?" Flanders' expression froze.
"Xuan Ming's third soul skill is Blood Prison Soul Devouring." Qin Ming said.
"That thing will frantically devour all the vitality within the blood mist range. The more it devours, the thicker the blood mist will become. Combined with his innate domain, it will be a true hell!"
Blood Hell Dragon King!
This was the title given to Xuan Ming by the Soul Fighting Arena after he won 500 consecutive victories in the Soul Fighting Arena. This was not a random title, but was given because of his terrifying third soul skill.
Once enveloped by the blood mist, soul power and vitality will be plundered and devoured!
Combined with Xuan Ming's strange white light field, it formed a bloody cage hell!
If you can't escape from the blood prison, you will surely die after a long time!
"Yufeng!" Dugu Yan shouted.
"The wind is rising and the clouds are surging!" Yufeng was flying in the air, his third soul ring flashed, and as his wings flapped violently, a layer of green soul power fluctuations like wind was suddenly released, blowing towards the scarlet blood mist around Xuan Ming.
As powerful wind pressure approached, the blood-red mist that was pouring towards the crowd quickly dissipated.
But just as the blood mist was blown back to Xuan Ming, an invisible wall appeared.
Yufeng's third soul skill was firmly blocked and could no longer blow the blood mist.
"You are also a trouble." Xuan Ming raised his head and looked at Yu Feng.
Yu Feng's expression froze, "I was wrong!"
With a flash of lightning, Xuan Ming disappeared again.
When he appeared again, he had already rushed into the air and came in front of Yufeng.
A black lightning burst out, and Yufeng was blown directly into the wall of the fighting arena and fainted.
"Let's attack together!" Yu Tianheng shouted, and the power of thunder surged.
Upon hearing this, everyone cheered up and surrounded Xuan Ming.
"Six thousand-year soul skills, at least ten hundred-year soul skills..." Yu Xiaogang stared at Xuan Ming on the stage, his eyes full of shock and confusion.
"How is it possible? He has used such a powerful Millennium Soul Skill so many times in a row, yet he doesn't seem tired at all?"
The number of times a soul skill can be released is usually limited by the soul power consumption and the skill cooling time. The stronger the power, the more terrifying the consumption.
Xuan Ming has used that terrifying charge skill five times from the beginning to now, and the penetrating blood mist has definitely consumed a lot of energy. There is also the black lightning that has been attached to every attack he has made from the beginning to now.
How could the Soul Sect have so much soul power to squander?
"Master, if you expect to drag him down, this is probably not realistic." Qin Ming said.
"The purity of his soul power is very high, and his recovery speed is also very fast. The longer it takes, the more disadvantageous it will be for everyone."
"Everyone is now in his blood mist, which is invisibly providing him with recovery."
"Can his blood mist respond to himself?" Flanders looked confused.
"Of course, that's an eight thousand year old soul skill." Qin Ming said with a wry smile.
"How else do you think he accomplished something as impossible as a thousand-game winning streak in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena?"
"Of course, this is just a sparring match. He won't use the blood mist to devour everyone's vitality. At most, he will only devour their soul power. Dean, you can rest assured that the junior students will be fine."
Flanders breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."
If the blood mist is really devouring the vitality of these children, then he must stop and surrender immediately!
If you continue to fight, it will be fatal!
"Zhu Qing! Netherworld White Tiger!"
At this time, the situation on the stage became increasingly critical. One of the Shi brothers from the Royal Fighting Team was knocked down, Osro fell down, and Ma Hongjun, who wanted to release flames to burn the blood mist, was also blown away by a thunderstorm from Xuan Ming.
While Dugu Yan and Yu Tianheng were holding him back head-on and Xiao Wu was locking Xuan Ming up close, Dai Mubai looked at Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at Dai Mubai with a complicated expression and gritted her teeth, "I can't do it."
Before Dai Mubai could say anything else, Zhu Zhuqing flashed and attacked Xuan Ming again.
"Acting on impulse!" Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but scold.
"Xuan Ming is now restrained. As long as we unleash the Netherworld White Tiger, we will definitely be able to take him down!"
"No, it's over." Qin Ming looked at the blood mist that began to shrink around Xuan Ming.
During his Soul King period, he had sparred with Xuan Ming many times. He was very clear about the effects of Xuan Ming's soul skills.
During the release of the blood mist, it would devour the surrounding soul power and vitality, slowly recovering himself. But once the blood mist began to recover, the devoured power would flow into his blood spear all at once!
The accumulation is complete, now it's time to explode!
"Soul-eater!"
Xuan Ming shouted coldly, and the blood mist that was retracted into the blood spear burst out with the roar of thunder, turning into several roaring scarlet thunder dragons, entwining around the blood spear.
Dugu Yan looked at Xuan Ming stiffly, "Can you be gentler?"
Boom!!!