The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

The murderous aura on these quasi-asuras is very strong, which reminds Mu Bai of the quasi-asura he fought in the battlefield of purgatory. If he hadn't possessed the ability of dark magic transformation, he might have died in the hands of that quasi-asura.

"There are two middle-level main gods!" Mu Bai felt awe-inspiring.

It seems that this title competition is more dangerous than the battlefield of purgatory.

Fortunately, these quasi-asuras have not cultivated to the point where their souls have completely degenerated, otherwise, Mu Bai would have no chance of winning against the middle-level main god.

"Haha." An arrogant and unruly sneer came from the side.

I saw a handsome young man in a black dragon robe slowly walking over with a quasi-Sura.

No matter how you look at this young man's complexion, there is an evil charm everywhere, with eyebrows drawn into the temples, red phoenix eyes, high nose bridge, and the aura exuding from his body is soft but strong, it is not simple.

"Imperial Sister, long time no see." The young man stood opposite Qing Ming and said with a smile.

"Another ancient god!"

When Mu Bai saw this young man, his heart skipped a beat.

It seems that this Heavenly Demon Lord is really unpredictable, and his children have cultivated to the level of the ancient gods, so how powerful is he?

"Aoxuan, it seems that you have been slacking off recently, and your cultivation has improved a lot." Qing Ming looked at the young man in front of him, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

This young man is the only son of the devil, Ao Xuan, who has been haunted and haunted all the time, and there are many legends in hell.

"See Your Royal Highness."

The lord officials behind him and Zhun Shura under his command bowed respectfully to Aoxuan, but Mu Bai stood still.

"Oh?"

Ao Xuan glanced at Mu Bai coldly, and asked Qing Ming with a smile: "Sister, is this your Shura guard?"

Qing Ming nodded slightly.

"It looks pretty good, I like this character very much, why don't we exchange it." Ao Xuan laughed.

Qing Ming shrugged, looking indifferent.

Mu Bai's heart was burning with anger, but there was no emotion on his face.

Ao Xuan said: "Brother Wei was just joking with you, you Shura guard is too young and lacks experience, so you are not suitable to work with me."

On the other hand, the Asura guard he brought was a middle-aged man with a silver hook nose, his face was gloomy, and his bones exuded a strong murderous aura. He was a middle-level main god.

The quasi-Sura participating in the title competition now, counting Mu Bai, has already reached twelve places, and there are still five places left.

After waiting for a while, everyone arrived.