Priestess

Qian Muyu, who had a smile on his face, looked at Meng Zhan who rushed over, and the huge Beamon giant fist above his head, and the wooden knife in his hand simply swung upward.

Light Spirit Holy Hell - Slash the sky!

The terrifying Dao Mang instantly rushed out, and the huge power made the space around the Dao Mang shake.

The Light Spirit Sacred Prison Flame instantly burst out with infinite power at this moment, and the sparks flying in the sky shone in the eyes of every spectator who was watching this game.

"Boom!"

A roar, a stream of blood.

Meng Zhan lowered his head and looked at the huge knife mark with blood on his chest in disbelief, the thick gray-white flame burned the skin around the knife mark for a long time, and Beamon virtual also turned into ashes at this moment.

How is this so fast! How could this power be so powerful!

A thought sounded in his head.

"Roar~!"

Then, a roar was roared out of his mouth by him and echoed in the Dragon's Nest Gymnasium.

At this moment, his eyes instantly turned red, and the aura emanating from his body rose sharply.

He became decisive and crazy, and the physical pain made him have to go crazy, and even this time the madness was much stronger than before, and his consciousness gradually disappeared.

"Good luck!" Meng Zhan took one last look at Qian Muyu and completely lost consciousness.

"Roar~"

Qian Muyu looked at Meng Zhan, whose eyes were red and roaring madly not far away, and held a wooden knife against him.

The Light Spirit Saint Flame wrapped in a wooden knife streaked across the sky like a shooting star and blasted towards Meng Zhan.

"Boom!" Meng Zhan, whose eyes were red, punched the wooden knife, so shocked that Qian Muyu couldn't help but take a step back.

What a strong force!

Qian Muyu solemnly looked at Meng Zhan who was staring at him, turned around and ran!

"Roar~" Meng Zhan looked at Qian Muyu's running back, roared, and rushed straight away.

A layer of light shield was added, and Qian Muyu, who was full of security, turned around and stabbed.

The sword that carried the Light Spirit Saint Flame was scattered by Meng Zhan with one punch.

Depend on! Are they trying to see if I can make it to the end?

Qian Muyu looked at the knife marks on Meng Zhan's chest that were corroded by the Light Spirit Saint Prison Flame and the aura of death, and turned his head to look at the coach of the War God Temple under the ring, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Then, his slightly furrowed eyebrows calmed down, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Since you want to wait, just wait!

After all, dragging time, he is professional!

"Boom!" Meng Zhan slammed a punch on Qian Muyu's light shield, and the light shield shattered instantly.

At the same time, the wooden knife that Qian Muyu slashed at his waist was like slashing on steel, making a clanging sound, only breaking a trace of fur.

In the state of madness, he felt that Meng Zhan's whole body was at least two percent harder than the fur!

Although only a trace of fur was broken, it was still bloody.

As long as you see blood, for him it is earned!

The Light Spirit Saint Flame instantly began to burn around, and the aura of death immediately began to corrode the surrounding skin.

Then, the next moment, Qian Muyu was directly knocked out under Meng Zhan's swift left fist, and the holy light armor on his body instantly dimmed.

With another punch, the Holy Light Armor would cease to exist.

"It hurts!"

Qian Muyu, who smashed on the ground with a bang, felt the pain coming from his back, looked at the sky and muttered, so he quickly stood up and ran to the side.

Light shields and holy light armor will only work if the target has a dream power attack, and this kind of directly smashed down from the sky will not work.

In the same way, every defensive dream technique is like this.

Therefore, the moment Qian Muyu fell, he really felt pain, and he was basically just inertia before, and there was not much pain.

Meng Zhan looked at Qian Muyu, who stood up, and decisively caught up with a punch.

The fist wind was like thunder, and in an instant, the surrounding dream power rioted, only listening to the crackling of the holy light armor, turning into a dream power and gradually dissipating.

"Wow~"

Qian Muyu sprayed a mouthful of blood directly on Meng Zhan's face, and the wooden knife in his hand had already pierced Meng Zhan's abdomen fiercely at this time.

However, Meng Zhan continued to punch Qian Muyu as if nothing had happened.

Qian Muyu decisively released the wooden knife inserted into Meng Zhan's abdomen and directly carried this punch without any defense.

"Boom!"

With a bang, the whole person was punched out by Meng Zhan.

"It hurts!" Qian Muyu looked at the bloody fist marks on the wolf hair on his chest, and his body began to emit bursts of green light.

"Huh!" He suddenly felt something.

With a bang, it hit the ground.

"Lean!" Qian Muyu, who was lying on the ground, cursed secretly, and the wings behind him suddenly waved and flew directly into the sky.

That's right, he felt that the gravity field was not as strong as before, and he could fly!

Under the ring, Mei Ling looked at Qian Muyu, who was flying, and her originally expressionless face instantly showed a bright smile, winning!

She turned her head to look at Li Yun, the coach of the God of War Temple not far away, and said with a smile: "Don't you admit defeat?" The death attribute will reduce his age, and I already feel that his life expectancy is gone.

"No longer needed." Li Yun sighed and shook his head.

In the end, I still lost!

Just a little bit, if you hold on a little longer, and give two more punches, Qian Muyu will lose!

Looking at Meng Zhan, who was standing there surrounded by the aura of death and most of his body was no longer moving, Mei Ling nodded and said, "Indeed!"

In the ring, Qian Muyu, who was flying in the sky, felt the surrounding gravity field disappear like a tide, and looked at Meng Zhan and said, "This is the end!"

With that, he flew down from the sky with twelve wings.

As soon as he landed, Meng Zhan, whose eyes were red, roared towards Qian Muyu, "Roar~!" The

sudden roar startled Qian Muyu, and he wanted to follow the roar when he opened his mouth.

But after discovering that this huge roar was not powerful, Qian Muyu stopped the operation, looked at Meng Zhan who fell backwards with strange eyes, and muttered: "It's all like this, are you still not convinced." With

a bang, Meng Zhan fell heavily into the ring.

"The God of War Temple player Meng Zhan lost his combat effectiveness, and the winner was Qian Muyu, a player from Qingmuling!"

At the moment when Meng Zhan fell, the announcement of the dragon spirit followed closely behind.

When the words fell, the audience instantly erupted into deafening applause and cheers.

In the ring, Mei Ling appeared next to Meng Zhan, exuding a large amount of healing power in her hands.

"What for? Don't put these ghost things away yet. Mei Ling looked up at Qian Muyu who was stunned over there and shouted.

Looking at Sister Mei Ling, Qian Muyu couldn't help scratching his head, Meng Zhan should not be from Qingmuling, right?

But he still closed the Death Realm very quickly, and at the same time, the Light Spirit Saint Flame on Meng Zhan's body also flew towards him in the next moment.

After doing all this, he began to disarm the state of convergence, and the wooden knife inserted into Meng Zhan's body turned into a ball of light and flew into his body.

Li Yun appeared on the other side of Meng Zhan, looked at Mei Ling and thanked him: "Sister Mei, thank you!"

"Little meaning, just remember to pay for it." Mei Ling glanced up at Li Yun and said with a smile.

After speaking, he continued to bow his head to help Meng Zhan recover.

It wasn't long before her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Li Yun's face changed instantly when he saw this scene, and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Something is not good." Mei Ling furrowed her eyebrows, looked up at Li Yun and said, "Go down first, and we'll talk later." "Good

!"