The prostitutes of the Yun family will defy the sky

Chapter 107 Spike!

Meng Fuyao closed her eyes: "You will regret it."

"start!"

Following the referee's words, Chu Qingkuang let out a low shout.

The soul power of the eighth-rank soul master kept entwining, wrapped around Chu Qingkuang's body, and then drew out a long sword!
A purple long sword, plus the power of the eighth-rank soul master!
Chu Qingkuang used all his strength from the very beginning, which shows how afraid he is of Meng Fuyao!
Facing such a terrifying posture, Meng Fuyao's face didn't fluctuate at all, rather it showed a bit of contempt.

"one move."

Meng Fuyao gently parted her thin lips, and paused every word——

"Just one move can defeat you."

Facing such sarcasm, Chu Qingkuang's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Then I want to see what you are capable of!"

The long sword swung like a dragon.

"Youlong Slash!"

The orange soul power condensed from Chu Qingkuang's sword into a roaring dragon, which directly attacked Meng Fuyao.

Facing Chu's frivolous move, Meng Fuyao's expression was indifferent, and he just stretched out a finger.

Even Yun Jinruo looked at it seriously.

"A consonant finger."

A blue light shone from Meng Fuyao's fingertips, almost illuminating a distance of several meters around, and Meng Fuyao's figure could not be seen clearly.

call out.

A gust of wind blew by, and only a few seconds passed.

The power of You Long Zhan no longer exists, and Chu Qingkuang just stood there holding the long sword, unable to move.

crackle.

A crisp crack sounded.

Chu Qingkuang's pupils trembled slightly, watching the long sword imprinted with high-level runes in his hand kept falling apart.

boom.

With the last sound, the long sword had completely died, and Chu Qingkuang's tiger's mouth was also bloody from the shock, and he couldn't even hold the hilt.

Chu Qingkuang squatted on the ground like this, panting continuously, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

Chu Qingkuang knew that it was Meng Fuyao who kept his hand, and the finger just now cut through his neck as if Meng Fuyao's murderous intention had been moved!

The difference between one product and another is like a river.

One level difference, like the ocean!
Chu Qingkuang finally understood how big a gap existed between soul masters and soul warriors, and that was a realm that he could not touch at present!
Chu Qingkuang closed his eyes and said decadently, "I admit defeat."

Chu Qingkuang was instantly killed!
The whole audience was so shocked that there was no sound, and they stared blankly at the scene on the competition stage.

The referee came back to his senses and immediately pronounced the verdict: "Meng Fuyao wins this battle!"

Meng Fuyao turned around with his arms behind his back, and jumped off the competition stage.

No emotional ups and downs.

This is a matter of course, she, Meng Fuyao, is a proud daughter of heaven, she is just a frivolous Chu, if she can catch her move, it will make her Meng Fuyao take a few more glances.

But impossible!

"First grade soul martial."

If Yun Jin saw it clearly, she already knew the power of Meng Fuyao's finger just now.

This is the power of the Soul Martial Realm, it's terrifying
"Demon girl, live up to her name."

Ji Wusheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Although he was mentally prepared, it was still shocking when it happened in front of him.

Even Chu Qingkuang, an eighth-rank soul master with a high-level rune sword, was easily killed in seconds.

Perhaps no one would object to declaring Meng Fuyao the champion now.

"Okay, okay."

Feng Yiming laughed, and was the first to applaud.

Driven by Feng Yiming, the entire venue was filled with warm applause——

"too strong!"

"It really is Meng Fuyao, the person chosen by the Soul Palace, who has broken through the Soul Martial Arts at such an age!"

"Maybe in the future, I will be able to break through the soul and become a legend in the East Austrian continent!"

　The eighth is sent to (づ￣3￣)づ

　　
　
(End of this chapter)