On a battle stage in the Wuhun Palace Academy, Long Yun and Yan stood with their hands behind their backs, staring at each other with their eyes tightly, and the fighting spirit in their eyes rose.

Such a countertop is square, with a height of about two meters away from the ground and covers an area of ​​half a football field, providing sufficient field competition for both sides of the fighting spirit. The countertop is made of special metal materials and is extremely sturdy.

"Sister, don't be nervous. Yan should be responsible and will not act too hard, otherwise he will not explain to the Pope's Crown." Xie Yue looked at Hu Liena's nervous look and couldn't help but comfort her.

"Hmph, it's not necessarily who wins. My junior brother is not simple," Hu Liena snorted softly, but the worries in her eyes were hard to hide, so she had confidence in Long Yun, but she knew Yan's strength, and it was definitely not a simple Soul Sect, so it's really unsure who can win in the end.

"Oh? Are you so confident in your junior brother?" Xie Yue looked at Long Yun with some surprise. Long Yun looked only twelve or thirteen years old. How many levels could he be? At most, he could only be level 30. Can he beat Yan at level 46? He really doesn't believe it.

"Brother, just watch it! My junior brother is very powerful," Hu Liena said with some dissatisfaction. She had heard Long Yun talk about his situation today. If it was as he said, maybe he might have beaten Yan.

"Then I'm really curious about how Long Yun won Yan." Xie Yue looked at the two people on the battle stage with a little interest.

"Boy, if you lose, stay away from Nana in the future. Don't think that you are a disciple under the Pope's crown. You are just a lucky guy." Yan looked at Long Yun with contempt. He really didn't think that Long Yun was accepted as a disciple by the Pope by his own talent. He felt that he was very likely to be valued by the Pope because he was lucky.

"You have a lot of words. Didn't Sister Nana tell you that you don't want to call her Nana? If you lose, don't call Sister Nana as Nana, what?" Long Yun said lightly.

"Hmph! It depends on whether you have the ability." Yan snorted coldly, and after saying that, he stopped talking nonsense, and his soul power surged.

"Martial soul possessed!" Yan shouted softly. As his voice fell, black smoke began to emerge from his body. This was caused by the tiny of fire. His body began to swell. His height, which was originally about 1.9 meters tall, instantly expanded to three meters. The muscles on his body were bulging like granite, covered with fiery red lava, and his face was filled with many fiery red patterns. His whole body was like a magma beast.

At the same time, a phantom of martial soul behind him slowly emerged. His martial soul was like a pile of magma rocks. His upper body was human-shaped, and his same huge body as granite. His eyes and mouth were formed of flames. He had a fiery red crown on his head, just like a lord. His martial soul did not have a lower body, and below the upper body was the continuous rushing flames. This was Yan's martial soul - the flame lord!

The top-level beast martial soul, both fire and earth attributes, is not weaker than Ma Hongjun's Fire Phoenix Martial Soul, which shows its power.

The moment Yan Wuhun was released, a wave of heat spread out around him as the center, causing the surrounding temperature to rise by more than ten degrees, and the air around him began to distort under this extremely high temperature.

Four soul rings of yellow, purple and purple slowly appeared under Yan's body, and finally kept moving on his body. At this moment, Yan's aura reached its peak, which made Long Yun feel a little pressure.

"Release your martial soul too! Don't waste our time." Yan Bing's cold voice sounded on the court, his tone hoarse and majestic.

Long Yun looked at the pressure released by Yan's martial soul, and his expression became much more serious. "Yan is worthy of being one of the three geniuses of the Martial Soul Hall. This momentum alone is rarely comparable to the soul masters of the same level. I'm afraid it's difficult to deal with." Long Yun said in his heart.

However, Long Yun is not the boy who just came to the mainland before. He has already experienced hundreds of battles. How could he be scared by Yan's momentum? The fighting spirit in his eyes has risen. Today, let's test how far my strength has reached!

"Martial soul possessed!" Long Yun shouted softly, and the dark soul power on his body was wrapped around the surface of his body. This was an indescribable pressure swept away. His body also expanded, and suddenly it was 1.85 meters tall, and the muscles on his body also expanded. Although his height and muscles were not as exaggerated as Yan, they were very restrained. The muscles with clear lines seemed to contain terrifying power. When that force erupted, it might be like a collapsed canal.

The martial soul of the God King holding the magic axe soon appeared behind Long Yun. A murderous aura swept across the field, and the hot energy of Yan kept confronting him. The two were not distinguished, and temporarily formed a force of competing.

Two soul rings slowly emerged under Long Yun's body. He was two less soul rings than Yan. However, when the two soul rings appeared, Xie Yue's eyes widened. "How is that possible?" This thought appeared in the hearts of both of them at the same time. The impact brought by the Long Yun's soul ring made them ignore the special nature of Long Yun's martial soul.

The second soul ring is purple, and his second soul ring is the thousand-year soul ring. How is this possible? How did he do it? The two of them were hit hard and were stunned for a moment.

Hu Liena was fine. Although she was a little surprised in her eyes, she was not as ruthless as Yan and Xie Yue, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, "Xiao Yun is really amazing!"

The two of them were not ordinary people, and soon reacted. Xie Yue looked at Long Yun in shock. He knew why the Pope's Crown had to be a disciple. The second ring of the thousand-year period was the first time he appeared on the mainland! His martial soul knowledge was not very good, otherwise he could judge by the color of Long Yun's First Soul Ring that the age of Long Yun's First Soul Ring has reached more than 700 years. I'm afraid that he would be even more surprised.

"How did you do it?" Yan said in disbelief.

"That's all done," Long Yun shrugged, feeling a little proud. No one would be surprised after seeing this soul ring released!

"Hmph, don't think that the second soul ring is amazing if it's a thousand years old. You are a great soul master now. Do you think you are qualified to fight me?" Yan said with some ridicule. The great soul master of more than 20 levels wants to defeat his soul sect. This is a dream! Let's see how I teach you a lesson.

"You'll know if you try it." After saying that, Long Yun stopped talking nonsense to Yan. He kicked his right foot and his body quickly ejected out, jumped towards Yan quickly, clenched his right fist, and punched Yan suddenly.

"I dare to attack me on my own initiative, I really don't know how to live or die." Yan also kicked his feet, rushed towards Long Yun, and also punched him out.

Compared with Yan's arms, Long Yun's arms are like children's and adults' arms, and are not of the same magnitude at all. Judging from the power of this fist, it seems that Yan has an absolute advantage, but Long Yun's punch is especially so simple.

"Boom!" The big and small fists quickly collided together, and a huge collision sounded, and the energy fluctuations generated by the two fists collided like waves. Yan did not achieve the crushing like he imagined, nor did he even gained any advantage. The two fists remained in a state of confrontation, and they could not stand stalemate for a while.

Yan's face turned very ugly. He didn't even knock him out of this punch, and even gained an advantage. How could this be possible? How could Long Yun's power be so terrifying? Yan was very shocked at this moment. Although he did not use all his strength in this punch, he was afraid that if Long Yun was really hit by all his strength, the Pope's Crown might not spare him, but he also used five points of force. However, this is not something that a great soul master can bear. Not to mention that even some of the 41 and 2 levels of soul sects cannot be taken by some of the 41 and 2 levels of soul sects, how could Long Yun be taken by it?

"Have his strength reached the level of the Soul Sect?" Yan had a bold guess in his mind, which made him feel a little unbelievable.

"The power of Yan is really not weak!" Long Yun was also a little surprised. His punch used 90% of his strength, but he was only too big with Yan. He naturally knew that Yan had not done his best, but it was precisely this that surprised him.

"Boom!" Before Long Yun could think more, a huge force came from his arm, and his face changed suddenly. Of course, this was not his power, but from Yan's fist.

As soon as he felt the surge in Yan's power, Long Yun immediately controlled his body to retreat. He didn't want to fight Yan's punch head-on.

Long Yun's body quickly retreated, and Yan refused to let Long Yun go easily. He took one step and attacked Long Yun fiercely.

When Long Yun saw Yan attacking him, a trace of resentment arose in his eyes. The soul power surged on his palm. A giant axe appeared in his hand. The moment the magic axe appeared, the various attributes of his body were directly increased by half, and there was a strong fighting spirit. Holding the axe in both hands, Long Yun suddenly slashed towards Yan's punch.

The cold light flashed on the axe blade, with unstoppable sharpness. When Yan saw the giant axe in Long Yun's hand appeared, he felt a little strange. What is this axe? The soul master also used a weapon? However, when he felt the momentum coming from the axe, his face changed. The sharpness coming from the axe made him feel a little palpitation. This axe is probably not simple!
Chapter completed!