Soul Martial Emperor

Chapter 142 The Power of the Dragon Art
Meng Hao charged straight at the pitch-black dragon like a bull. At this moment, the people around the sixth group all looked at the competition stage, obviously wanting to know how Meng Hao broke the situation.

Just as everyone was holding their breath and staring closely at the competition stage, Meng Hao also came in front of the pitch-black dragon, and then made a scene that shocked many people, that is, waving his weak fist towards the The head of the painted black dragon was smashed off.

What is he trying to do? Does he want to rely on the power of his body to counter the power of the dragon? Is he crazy? This is what everyone thinks.

Even the Great Elder of Ziyang Palace looked at this scene in shock. Although he felt that Meng Hao's actions were too dangerous, based on his understanding of Meng Hao, it was impossible for the other party to rush up and fight recklessly. It should be Has its own means.

"Dragon scale arm, the dragon breaks through the sky!"

A low voice came from Meng Hao's mouth, and the next moment, everyone saw that Meng Hao's right arm turned into a dragon arm.

The hideous look made everyone's scalps tingle, and then the golden light flashed, a golden dragon sprang out from Meng Hao's arm, and collided with the dragon.

The golden light and the black light each occupied half of the world, and they were evenly matched. Everyone exclaimed, Meng Hao stopped Zuo Xuan's strongest attack.

At this time, Meng Hao had already relied on that force to float back, but when he saw that the Golden Dragon and the Demon Dragon were evenly matched, his face darkened slightly.

Immediately he shouted coldly: "Tear it up for me." Meng Hao quickly formed a mysterious imprint with both hands, pointed out a finger in the air, and a golden light shot out from the finger, and rushed into the golden dragon's body.

hoohoo!

The next moment, the golden dragon raised its head to the sky and screamed, and the golden light suddenly became brighter, and in an instant, the black light overshadowed the magic dragon. The magic dragon also sensed that something was wrong, but before it resisted, it was torn apart by the golden dragon.

The magic dragon shattered, and Zuo Xuan, who was connected to it, spurted out a mouthful of blood. His already pale face became even paler, obviously he had suffered a serious injury.

Zuo Xuan still had an unbelievable expression in his eyes at this time, obviously he did not expect that the last hole card was also broken by others, and his injury was even more serious.

The result of this battle was very clear, the referee said in a deep voice, "Meng Hao and Ye Tianqing won this match."

The elders of Zuo Xuan's sect rushed to the competition stage and helped Zuo Xuan back, and then those elders of the sect would do their best to heal Zuo Xuan's injuries so as not to affect the next match.

Meng Hao also lost the dragon scale arm, and now with the improvement of his strength, his grasp of the dragon scale arm has become more and more mature, then he and Ye Tianqing looked at each other with a smile, turned around and swept down the competition platform.

The way many people looked at Meng Hao also changed a little, becoming a little fearful and admiring. This is a world where the strong are respected.

The domain master sitting on the highest place frowned, and immediately murmured in a voice only he could hear: "It's a good seedling, and that body training soul skill is not easy, if this little guy can continue to break through If you go on, you are eligible to run for the quota there, but it is still too early."

Meng Hao and Ye Tianqing returned to their special area. Meng Hao took out a soul-returning pill and began to recover his soul power. Although he said that he didn't waste too much soul power in the battle just now, he must maintain his peak state at this time. .

Ye Tianqing looked at Hui Meng Hao curiously, and also began to meditate and practice. Although she did not participate in the previous battle, she played with Chen Jingtong for a while, which consumed some soul power.

After about an hour, Meng Hao slowly opened his eyes. At this time, another battle was about to begin. Fan Zhenhai and Ge Xinghuai fought against Xia Xiaoshan and Feng Sha.

Without exception, Xia Xiaoshan fought with Fan Zhenhai, while Ge Xinghuai fought with Feng Sha.

For a while, the fight was inseparable, and I am afraid that the winner will not be able to tell within the time, and Xia Xiaoshan's exposed strength also shocked people's attention, because Xia Xiaoshan's strength is not weaker than Fan Zhenhai, Another dark horse after Meng Hao.

Meng Hao felt a little bored, and turned his head to look at the handsome girl beside him. He had the feeling that the girl was not as simple as he appeared on the surface, and he also felt a very familiar aura from this girl.

Just when Meng Hao was looking at the other party, the other party also noticed something, and a slight smile appeared on his delicate face, "Did you notice it?" As if asking himself, he shook his head slowly.

"Which sect do you come from?" Meng Hao asked softly to the girl beside him. Just now he used his mental power to check the other party's soul power, which made him very surprised, because the other party's soul power was actually different from his own. The fire soul power in the body is very similar.

It was only then that she couldn't help asking, the girl in red obviously didn't expect Meng Hao to ask such a question, and she was taken aback for a moment and said with a charming smile: "Why, Mr. Meng has taken a fancy to the little girl."

Meng Hao ignored her nonsense, and said softly, "You are from the Shadow Killing Pavilion." Just as Meng Hao finished speaking, a strange expression flashed across the girl's face, although it was only for a moment. , but was still seen by Meng Hao, instantly proving that his guess was correct.

The girl in red smiled charmingly, and said with a light smile, "How can I be a member of the Shadow Killing Pavilion? That is the strongest power among the seventh-level powers. How can I be qualified to join the Shadow Killing Pavilion?"

Meng Hao still ignored the little girl's nonsense, and said to himself: "Yingwu has handed over a good disciple, and he even mastered the Yanxuan Art. It's incredible."

This time the girl was completely stunned, she obviously didn't expect that the other party even knew the soul art she was practicing, and who the other party was, no wonder even the master valued her so much.

"I didn't expect you to be very powerful, but I'm very curious about your identity, can you reveal a little bit?" Ye Tianqing knew that he couldn't hide it from the other party, and said with a smile.

Meng Hao couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when he heard the other party's question. It seemed that Ying Wu's mouth was rather strict, and even his disciples didn't reveal anything about him, so he smiled and said: "I have met Senior Ying Wu before. At that time, the senior gave me a few pointers casually, including some formulas of the Yanxuan God Art."

Ye Tianqing looked at Meng Hao suspiciously, obviously she didn't believe what the other party said, but she couldn't find a reason to refute it.

At this moment, the two battles on the martial arts platform ahead finally came to an end, and Feng Sha finally came out on top and won the competition.

"I said Fan Zhenhai, your teammates have lost, you still have to admit defeat." Xia Xiaoshan had a faint smile on his lips.

Fan Zhenhai smiled evilly: "Then I will defeat you. At that time, there will be one win and one loss, which is considered a draw. After defeating Feng Sha, I will get a spot."

"Since you are so confident in defeating me, then show some strength." Xia Xiaoshan took a deep breath, and his thin face gradually became cold and dignified.

(End of this chapter)