The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

"Cough... that's it. The first competition of this round is over, you can go to the next battlefield, I wish you good luck." The mysterious old man finished speaking.

Mu Bai's consciousness suddenly felt a strong dizziness, the world seemed to be turned upside down.

I saw a huge opening in the space behind him, revealing a huge black hole vortex, Mu Bai's body was absorbed into this vortex in the blink of an eye, and disappeared into this battlefield space.

……

A miserable cold wind blew.

The moon was dark and the wind was high. On a wilderness full of bones, a silver light shone in the sky, bringing some light to the world. In the next second, Mu Bai's figure slowly appeared in this hell-like space.

"Where is this?"

Looking at the mountains of corpses all around him, Mu Bai's first image was that he had come to hell, and there was a heavy resentment spreading between the heaven and the earth.

The cold wind was piercing, blowing the wooden and white clothes and rattling.

Right now, he almost didn't even have the strength to breathe. It was extremely difficult for him to fight on.

"One blow, only one blow!"

Mu Bai knew very well in his heart that the power of his final blow was only the usual four levels of power, and the outcome depends entirely on this blow!

"Hehehe...boy!"

A cold laugh came.

Suddenly.

A hunched and skinny old man in black robe seemed to be walking slowly from the vast darkness in front of him. After a blink of an eye, the figure stood 20 meters away in front of Mu Bai.

"Intermediate ancient god!" A drop of cold sweat rolled down Mubai's cheek.

The more he got to the later competitions, the opponents he met were indeed perverted and ruthless.

The aura of the black-robed old man was very chaotic, obviously he had also been seriously injured in the previous battle, but his condition was slightly better than Mu Bai's.

Mu Bai felt a strong bloodthirsty aura from him. He had never seen this kind of weird attribute, and it seemed that he was also a foreign race.

If Huanmeng was there, he would definitely be able to know the secrets of the attributes of this alien ancient god in an instant.

In fact, this attribute is a blood demon.This kind of blood demon is extremely evil, purely by absorbing the power of the blood of the gods to improve its own strength.

As for a blood demon of a middle-level ancient god, the gods who died under his hands, there were seventy or eighty thousand if not one hundred thousand, killing people like hemp, more evil than Shura.

"Tsk, tsk, the breath of the blood of the ancient protoss!" The old man's collapsed and flat nose sniffed vigorously, two strange red lights flashed in his eyes, and he stared at Mu Bai, full of bloodthirsty desire.