Fengming Douluo

The collision between the strongest soul skills of the two top fire attribute Martial Soul owners, although the power produced is not destructive, but it is absolutely earth-shattering.

A huge cloud of flame mushrooms rose, setting off a monstrous heat wave. Even Bibi Dong, Tan Zhongming and others in front of the Pope’s Palace halfway up the mountain felt hot on their faces.

Accompanied by the bright and dazzling golden red light, those granites that have been specially reinforced by the Soul Guidance Device and are harder than gold and iron have already turned into hot golden red magma under this extreme and terrible high temperature.

Of course, Ma Hongjun didn't feel well either. As the mushroom-shaped clouds spread, he was also directly lifted off like a kite with a broken line.

With two bangs in succession, he and Yan fell heavily from mid-air to the ground.

Ma Hongjun struggled to get up, spit out a mouthful of blood foam, ignoring the injury on his body, spurred by the ghost shadows at his feet, he quickly ran towards Yan.

Through the fight just now, he knew very well that with Yan's strength and the power of the fusion of the two flames, Yan couldn't completely lose his combat effectiveness, so he had to make up another knife.

After all, his flames are not alien fires, but are derived from Martial Soul and spirit ring, as well as from his cultivation Cultivation Technique, and their power is directly linked to his own Martial Soul and spirit ring.

The fusion of the two flames is, at best, the explosive power of the fusion of the two spirit rings, and if there is an increase in Martial Soul, the power can still be used normally, but now he has not entered the state of Martial Soul possession for acting. The power is naturally not as good as before.

On the other side, Yan also struggled to get up. He felt hot and painful all over his body, and he was forced to return to his normal height with a huge body that was more than ten feet tall.

"I didn't expect this Ma Hongjun to have such a terrifying soul ability. Fortunately, my Martial Soul is the flame lord, with extremely strong defense power, otherwise I am afraid I will lie down now."

Yan muttered softly, but he was surprised in his heart. His injury was much more serious than Ma Hongjun's. Although he didn't hurt his roots, he no longer had the power to fight anymore, but his goal was at least achieved.

"Unfortunately, this person is destined to be the enemy of our Martial Soul Temple, and he is also the person named by the Pope to be eradicated, otherwise I would not mind making friends with him."

Yan lightly sighed, both of the top fire attributes, Martial Soul, the two had fought for a long time, and he found that he had a kind of sympathy for Ma Hongjun.

But it's a pity that they belong to different camps, and they won't be able to make friends in the future.

In the square, the raging flames slowly dissipated, exposing damaged potholes, alternately charred and dark red, and a ground like glass.

Ma Hongjun came at swift speed, his palms were shining brilliantly, glowing with golden luster, and his punch was about to hit Yan's chest.

At this time, Yan opened his mouth and shouted, "Referee, I admit it."

"I recognize your sister." Ma Hongjun hummed.

His hands were sharp and his eyes were quick, and his fist moved up in an instant, and his two fists directly covered Yan's eye sockets.

Of course, he also withdrew most of the strength from his fist.

"you."

Yan's eyes turned black in an instant, as if wearing a pair of special sunglasses, he glared, "Ma Hongjun, you don't speak martial arts."

Ma Hongjun grabbed Yan's neck and said coldly, "You said I don't teach martial arts? Who doesn't teach martial arts? And, this is what you deserve."

As he said, he raised his knees abruptly and directly pressed against Yan's stomach, while his other hand was not idle, he slammed Yan's handsome face.

"I agree."

Yan hurriedly tried his best to resist, but to no avail, his eyes were full of anger, and he wanted to eat Ma Hongjun. With these few punches, the goodwill he had for him suddenly disappeared.

"Acknowledge your sister, admit it."

Ma Hongjun didn't let Yan say those two words, threw him to the ground, rolled over and rode up.

Amidst the bang, Yan Yan's handsome face like a knife quickly turned into a big fatty.

After beating for a while, Ma Hongjun looked at the swollen face filled with fatty Yan, a breath of anger in his heart was exhausted, and he lifted him from the ground, and said with a look of surprise, "What did you just want to say?"

"Humph!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "Ma Hongjun, you'd better pray, don't fall into my hands, otherwise I will break all your bones inch by inch, take out your heart and liver, cut off your meat, and roast it. I chopped them up, and take them all to feed the dogs."

His eyes were cold and scary. It was obviously a Martial Soul with fire attributes, but the light burst from his eyes seemed to be able to freeze and crack human souls.

Yan vowed that one day, he will recover all the humiliation he suffered today.

"I'm waiting. Tao brother, announce the result of the game."

Ma Hongjun sneered and let go of Yan, don't think that Shrek is really bullying, he can't see their tricks?

He wanted to consume his soul power, even after he was injured, and then easily conceded, there was no door.

Moreover, if Liu Qingxuan had such a heavy hand, he would repay him, and he would cure his body in his own way.

Outside the field, as Su Yuntao announced the result of the game, everyone in Shrek cheered and silently gave Ma Hongjun a thumbs up.

"Oh, I'm so relieved, Brother Jun beat me so well."

"Haha, it's comfortable."

"It's so comfortable, my heart is smooth."

"..."

Keeping Yan's mouth closed and not letting him confess his defeat, it is still in the game, even if the people in the Martial Soul Palace see that he is retaliating?

When Ma Hongjun did this, he didn't end the game and he didn't crippled or killed his opponent. It was completely within the rules of the game.

In front of the Pope’s Palace, Bibi Dong secretly cursed bad luck. It was a waste. What a great opportunity, she now wished that Yan would commit suicide immediately. That would give her an excuse to intervene.

But after all, this is a genius she has cultivated so hard, and she has personally granted them a Zilu bra. If this really makes him die now, she is really reluctant to bear it.

On the other side, Xie Yue had a cold murderous in her eyes, beckoning to the two substitutes behind him, "Go up and help Yan down to heal her injuries."

On the field, Su Yuntao glanced at the destroyed square, looked at Bibi Dong in front of the Papal Palace halfway up the mountain, and said, "Under the crown of the noble Pope, will the game continue?"

He has now confirmed that even though he is also a spirit master of the Soul King level, the strength shown by Ma Hongjun is all showing that he has come to the point where he needs to look up.

In fact, this is already very obvious. Just look at the colors of their respective spirit rings. He is just a spirit ring configuration of two white, one yellow and two purple, while Ma Hongjun is one yellow, two purple and two black. You can see the gap between them, in the end. How huge it is.

Su Yuntao looked at Bibi Dong with a trace of heat in his eyes, but he lowered his head in an instant. He couldn't help wondering that the entire playing field was destroyed as a ruin. Can this game be played again?

"The game continues."

Bibi Dong gave Su Yuntao a positive answer. How could Yan give up the hard-earned victory?

As she said, she instructed Ju Douluo behind her, "Yueguan, go and remind you to let the field maintenance staff repair it faster, and don't delay the game."

"Yes, under the pope's crown." Ju Douluo answered, accompanied by purple golden chrysanthemum petals fluttering, his figure disappeared instantly.

On the field, Ma Hongjun saw this. Fortunately, he retreated to the edge of the field. He didn't care about the tattered uniforms on his body. He simply treated the wounds on his body. Even if he sat on the ground, he still had time to recover his spirit power. .

A moment's effort, accompanied by the mechanical sound of a creak like a gear bearing rotating, a grid-like blue-gray hexagonal patterned light curtain emerged from the fragmented ground.

Just like the psychic shields activated by the Tiandou Great Fighting Arena during the qualifiers, the devices currently undergoing site restoration in the Martial Soul Hall also belong to the psychic shields obtained from the remains of ancient civilizations.

However, these things are rare, and only the Martial Soul Palace and the Great Fighting Soul Arena, such a wealthy organization, will use these soul guides to decorate the playing field.

Invisible spirit power fluctuations filled the entire game field, and Ma Hongjun, who was restoring his spirit power, moved in his heart and used his full power to start Tai Chi.

It's a bastard to have the advantage of not taking advantage of it. Regardless of whether he can plunder the soul power or how much soul power he can plunder, such a rare opportunity, if he does not hurry to recover, he will be a fool.

Time passed slowly, accompanied by violent spirit power fluctuations, and the hexagonal blue-gray grid spread in violent flashes. Before Ma Hongjun could recover much spirit power, the entire game field had been completely new.

Ma Hongjun sighed helplessly, the spirit power in his body only recovered less than 30%, and the next battle was probably a bit difficult.

This was because he had just rubbed a lot of soul power to repair the venue, and he didn't even consume soul power to heal his injuries.

Regardless of his ease of defeating Yan Sheng in the end, he himself was injured in the fierce collision with the opponent.

Of course, if Ma Hongjun doesn't mind being exposed and enters the Martial Soul possession state, it is hard to say whether he will suffer these injuries.

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