Godsend Douluo

For the current Ye Wen, it is difficult for him to use his real combat power if he is not a strong person at the level of Contra.

For a small soul emperor, even if his martial soul is the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, it's not enough for Ye Wen to slap him.

Of course, my family must know their own strength, but others may not.

Just like the four kings and four emperors of the Wuhun Hall who rushed to the stage with Yu Buxiu, the eight of them even thought that they were hallucinating for a while.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would believe that a young man sent a soul emperor flying with a single slap?

Or a super soul emperor with a top beast martial soul?

As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is any.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it's hard for them to say that our Wuhundian is tired and doesn't want to fight anymore. The eight of you look at me and I look at you. It's like sitting on the martial arts arena.

Ye Wen, who had already succeeded in establishing his prestige, was not in a hurry. He stood on the spot and looked at Yu Buxiu who was lying on the ground coughing up blood for a while, and looked at a few of the eight of them, his eyes were full of jokes.

A group of chickens and dogs, how many people are useful?

As if understanding the meaning in Ye Wen's eyes, one of the submissive Soul Emperors of the Wuhun Hall suddenly felt ruthless and said:

"Huang Kou'er is too arrogant. Don't worry about your reputation. No matter how strong he is, he will be alone. He can't beat all of us. Let's all use Wuhun!"

Among the eight people who came out of Wuhundian this time, this old man with sound transmission has the highest spirit power and the strongest strength.

He had already spoken, and of course the other seven people would not object to anything.

Eight to one is really not very good-looking, in line with the idea of ​​running after the fight, the four soul kings and four soul emperors released their respective martial souls and soul rings in silence and quickly surrounded Ye Wen. past!

What kind of picture does it look like when eight soul masters above level [-] attack one person at the same time?

I am afraid that 90.00% of the people above nine on the mainland have never seen it.

However, the relatives of the servants, guards and relatives in Notting City Lord's Mansion today were fortunate to witness this scene.

Maybe it's because of the completely unequal age and number of people.

Most people who are not familiar with Ye Wen can't help but stand on Ye Wen's side, worried and nervous for him.

People will always subconsciously help the weak, although Ye Wen is not weak but rather strong.

The spirits of each of the eight people are okay, generally you can't see anything, at most you can know the type, but the fifty or sixty spirit rings released by the eight people are a bit scary, no matter where the lineup is drawn, it is absolute Crossing the river dragon, waiting for one or two soul sages to dare to confront these people head-on.

The number and quality have reached a certain level, even Ye Wen has to be a little more serious. In terms of overall strength alone, these eight people are certainly not as good as the team of Wuhun Temple enshrined in Iron Armor City before, but that The next time Ye Wen played dozens of complete Void Seals in a row to subdue those silly old men.

Thinking of this, Ye Wen couldn't help cursing inwardly.

Sure enough, it is worthy of being a dictatorship that dominates the entire continent, and the Soul Emperor and Soul Sage are sent out casually as if they don't want money!

Seeing the eight people surrounding him in all directions, all kinds of powerful long-range soul skills of thousands of years competing to release, Ye Wen snorted coldly, and a transparent defensive cover and a circle of black circles slowly rose on the white robe. soul ring.

He lost the initiative, this wave of attacks can only be resisted, the defensive power of the soul wall is probably a bit weaker, he can only use the third soul skill: sword and shield.

The two superimposed, foolproof.

Although Sword Shield is a ten-thousand-year soul ring skill, under the influence of Ye Wen's super martial soul, the power of the skill itself is also extraordinary.

Six of the eight attacks of the Wuhundian people were forcibly blocked by the huge sword shield surrounded by black mist, and the remaining two were lucky enough to break through the sword shield, splashing two small flowers on the soul wall defense shield and then dissipating. .

The eight members of Wuhundian didn't continue to attack after the blow was fruitless, but leaned together in silence.

That attack just now was almost the strongest attack of the eight-person team-up. Even a Contra-level powerhouse in front of him would have to kneel when encountering eight-person firefights, but this enchanting young man easily blocked it, that's right. , They already believed in their hearts that this young man was a monster.

An old soul emperor from the Spirit Hall cast a bitter glance at Xiao Batian who was watching the battle with his arms folded. Now they believed more than half of the rumors that this young man was able to kill dozens of thousand-year-old soul beasts with one blow. But it was too late.

It was only at this time that the male soul emperor of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School suddenly realized, and looked at the auxiliary female soul master next to him with admiration.

The female soul master noticed the male soul emperor's gaze, said nothing, but nodded with a smile.

No matter how high your soul power is, so what?

When it comes to observing words and demeanor, and mastering subtle details, it depends on me, the Soul Sect of the auxiliary department.

The three couples from the Star Luo Empire, who were also absent from the stage, looked at each other, secretly thanking themselves and the others for not being impulsive, and at the same time secretly increased their guard against the two from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

These two are so thieves!

On the martial arts arena, Ye Wen felt bored when he saw the eight members of Wuhun Hall huddled together in a defensive formation.

He took out the Wuhun Feijian and stepped on it. For these garbage that had lost his winning mentality, he could only recycle them and use them to hone his spirit ring skills.

And the eight people in Wuhun Hall on the opposite side saw that Ye Wen could really fly with the sword, and the last trace of luck left in their hearts was wiped out.

What Xiao Batian said was right, and what he did was right, this young man is indeed qualified to sit on top of them.

The eight people looked at Ye Wen, who had another purple soul ring slowly rising from his body, and while trying to shrink the defensive formation, they were thinking about how to put down their posture and apologize to this evil genius later.

How uncomfortable would it be if such a genius was not absorbed into the Wuhun Temple?

Wuhundian sees the morbid mentality of talents who can't walk, and the eight of them also have it!

Of course, Ye Wen didn't know what the eight turtle shells were thinking, even if he knew, he would probably just sneer and ignore them.

At this time, he was stepping on the flying sword, and his imperial energy was volleying three feet below the ground, accompanied by a circle of bright purple brilliance flashing past, Ye Wen's figure instantly turned into a white and purple sword light and disappeared on the spot. Appeared in front of one of the eight people in Wuhun Hall as if teleported!

This is an old man with a fat head and big ears, and his black uniform is bulging with fat all over his body. It seems that the food in the Wuhun Temple should be very good.

It's just that now he has a frightened expression on his face, he just blinked, and there was a blurry figure in front of him!

The old man with fat head and big ears felt a chill on his arm, and the figure disappeared immediately.

In fact, he didn't know, this meant that he was a soul emperor after all, so he could barely see the afterimage of Ye Wen with his eyesight.

It was different in the eyes of the hundreds of people watching the excitement. They saw Ye Wen transformed into a white-purple light, flew around the eight people at the speed of light, and returned to the original place.

Immediately afterwards, the young man snapped his fingers smartly, and the eight people's bodies began to bleed wildly, including arms, chests, and mouths. The wounds were all on the upper body anyway.