The scene became white-hot for a while, and no one knew who would win the game. Wang Xun seemed to have some strength, but in the finished game, the one who took the last shot won the final victory of the game. Deng Haowen's game was nothing to watch.

Wang Xun waved his claws at Beigong Lingyuan, and scratches burst out with more than the previous few within a very close range. Close-range explosion was also one of Wang Xun's trump cards. The fighting method of the soul master was to fight against each other, without any tactical words.

Seeing the claw marks with some momentum, Beigong Lingyuan still gently slammed the Shenji feather fan in his hand. It seemed that he did not care about Wang Xun's first soul skill and the power of claw marks.

Under the influence of the first soul skill, the wind claws, the claw marks that Wang Xun swung became very dense. He kept increasing his soul power output, looking for a point to break through Beigong Lingyuan's defense.

In Wang Xun's view, Beigong Lingyuan's martial soul is the fan and the first soul skill, which should be simply related to the wind. As long as his defense is broken, everything will become impeccable.

Of course, the facts would not develop according to his idea. No matter how powerful the claw marks were, they could not even resist a gust of wind in front of Beigong Lingyuan's Shenji Feather Fan, and they were blown away by him. When Wang Xun saw this scene, he was very surprised. This was the first soul skill.

He was not discouraged, and he slowed down his soul power and kept himself in a good state. What was the fear of a grade? He took two steps back and used his first soul skill again.

The claw marks covered with Beigong Lingyuan's vision flew out of the air. Wang Xun controlled his soul power and mobilized his mental power with the moves he had just learned from the second-grade boss to mobilize his mental power, merge his mental power with his soul power, thereby sublimating the strength of his soul skill. He was very pleased to see that he successfully used that move. His mental power was not strong, and it would be great if he used it so hard that he did not suffer backlash.

Beigong Lingyuan noticed the changes in Wang Xun's soul skills. This time he did not fan the Shenji Feather Fan, but threw the Shenji Feather Fan into the air. This action caused confusion among the audience and the referee. His martial soul actually left him, so why aren't he afraid that his opponent would destroy it?

The feather fan of the divine machine thrown into the air was spinning rapidly, and one blue crystal after another condensed by soul power flew out unevenly. He wanted to see who flew out powerfully.

After the blue crystal collided with the claw marks, the crystal quickly wrapped it around, as if it had spirituality. Each claw mark fell to the ground instantly as if it had found its own destination.

The thoughts between Wang Xun and the claw marks were completely cut at this time. The tingling pain in his brain reminded him that he could not last longer, and the backlash after excessive use of mental power began to take effect.

During the whole game, Beigong Lingyuan only used two moves, fanning and throwing the fan. To be honest, his martial soul has a certain wisdom, and his mental power has certain advantages between the same realm. It is purely a joke and fun to use his mental power in front of him.

Wang Xun knelt down on the ground, and the pain in his brain tormented him. A tiger roar resounded throughout the soul fighting field. His eyes gradually turned blood red, his tiger teeth became sharp and long, and the "king" on his forehead became more and more obvious. He slowly took out a black thing from the bag on his chest. If he looked at it carefully, he would find that the thing was like a tooth that had been left for a long time, and had long been festered and mottled.

Beigong Lingyuan knew the opponent's last trump card at this time, and he also wanted to see what kind of strength his opponent had. He was using his soul power and remained vigilant.

A purple soul power spread out from Wang Xun's body, which should have been formed after using the tooth. Wang Xun stood up and stared at Beigong Lingyuan fiercely. The tingling pain in his brain had already numbed his instincts and his intelligence, he was like a real tiger.

Beigong Lingyuan took the lead in launching the attack and could not wait. If he completely digested the tooth, the consequences would be unpredictable. Once a person loses his rationality, he will become wild and stimulate his beastly nature.

The blue crystals in the sky burst out towards Wang Xun. Behind Beigong Lingyuan, his first soul ring was protruded. The soul ring shone brightly, and spots of ink appeared around his body. The ink moved with him, making his steps even more difficult to understand.

Wang Xun kicked his hind legs down and avoided the first round of crystal attack. After using that tooth, he became very agile. This was not the speed used by a soul master of Yihuan.

That tooth caused his martial soul to undergo a brief change, and it sublimated from the Xunya Tiger's martial soul to the Tiger King. That tooth was the tooth replaced by the first tiger king in ancient times. The Tiger King can evolve in two directions, one is the purple soul power, which belongs to the power of the demon.

The brain touched his heart and even his limbs. He became very crazy, extremely crazy, and in his eyes there was only prey, that's all.

Qianfeng Sui Mo, Beigong Lingyuan's first soul skill, the divine feather fan becomes a divine mystery. Beigong Lingyuan is rendered by ink. Every time he attacks, ink will be swept out. The ink is intermittent, but it looks like a painting from a distance. Beigong Lingyuan knows that he cannot panic at this moment. That kind of soul skill that is almost crazy can only last for a period of time. During this period, either avoid its sharp edge or seal it, thereby ending his madness.
Chapter completed!