Twin god-level martial spirits shocked the Demon Emperor’s wife!

Chapter 543

The audience was shocked to see the holy light on the stage.

Yang Jinghong spat: "Damn, good people don't live long, but evil people last for thousands of years!"

The young man flattered and said: "Then Young Master Yang will definitely live a hundred years!"

Yang Jinghong rolled his eyes and patted him, making him stagger:

"Thank you so much!"

The young man said happily: "After this guy is resurrected, I'm afraid he will be even stronger."

Yang Jinghong shook his head disdainfully: "If my brother-in-law can kill him once, he can kill him a second time."

"And believe it or not, with my brother-in-law's progress The speed of the steps, it will be easier to kill him next time than this time. "

The social youth shook his head and said in speechless shock:

"Brother, the artifact, Huang Yan now has an artifact! ! "

"Heh."

Yang Jinghong shook his head and said lightly and melodiously:

"I don't see any saint son in my eyes, I only see a boy who is delivering wealth to my brother-in-law."

The social youth rolled his eyes,

confused,

This young master Yang's superstition about Luo Fanchen has reached the point of fanaticism without thinking about logic and reality.

"Boom--"

The golden holy light exploded,

A golden figure with a strong and special aura stepped out.

Everyone in the audience saw the figure clearly, and they were all shocked and opened their mouths involuntarily.

"Holy Son..."

"Is he really resurrected?"

"Oh my god, he can live like this?"

"Is this the foundation of the Worship Hall?"

"This is too scary."

Huang Yan's appearance is exactly the same as before, and his aura is even stronger now. A golden holy sword pattern on his forehead shines brightly.

The moment he takes a step, the whole arena is shaking.

But what makes everyone feel a little uncomfortable is that

Although his aura is fierce,

Huang Yan is only 1.5 meters tall now. Compared with the tall and mighty, handsome and elegant in the past, he looks particularly short and weak, and a little funny.

Huang Yan's golden pupils are a little confused, and his five fingers are clenched and gathered into a fist.

The hoarse voice gradually becomes clear:

"I am resurrected."

"I have also become stronger."

His eyes immediately locked on the man who brought him the pain of death and endless shame.

"Luo..."

Huang Yan just uttered a word when he was interrupted by Yang Jinghong:

"Okay, stop pretending, look at your father, he's almost dead."

"You don't care about your father, but you still have the mood to complain, what a filial son, a living beast."

When everyone heard Yang Ritian Jinghong scolding people, it was fine at the beginning, but they looked weird at the end. You filial son, you still say others?

The big halberd loli Zhan Yingying's eyes were full of lively light.

It was like Bole saw a thousand-mile horse, and the giant panda saw Penpen milk, and her little hand squeezed the halberd shaft hard.

Huang Yan turned his head and looked at his side.

The four worshippers were like running out of oil, with broken arms and legs, and the loss of the artifact, and the breath was weakened, and the consumption was extremely great. Although they were recovering, the speed was very slow.

Yin Jiu's face was pale, like a toothless jackal.

"Father!!"

Huang Yan flashed and rushed over, his eyes shaking: "Your arms, legs..."

"It doesn't matter!"

The fourth priest stared at Huang Yan's body at this time, as if he saw the most perfect work of art, holding back the pain of his body, and laughed wildly: "Hahaha."

"My son has the talent of a god."

"I didn't expect that this treasure also has my extraordinary blood essence, and it merges so well with you."

I don't know how many people frowned when listening to the wild laughter.

It is difficult to understand the morbid psychology of the fourth priest who wants his son to become a dragon.

The fourth priest looked at Luo Fanchen viciously and sneered:

"Boy, you can kill my son once, but can you kill him twice?"

"Huang'er, kill him!"

"Father supports you."

He looked around, especially at Di Weiyang:

"I want to kill this boy, you stop me, life and death are not a matter of life and death on the field."

"If my son kills this boy in the team competition, you are not qualified to save him."

"Whoever breaks the rules, don't blame this priest for being rude."

Huang Yan was already looking at Luo Fanchen at this time, with a huge resentment and hatred rising in his heart.

"Bang!"

He clenched his fists tightly, and his arms conveyed infinite power, and his confidence rose infinitely.

"This time, I want to take back everything I lost!"

The extraordinary blood essence is tempered, the power of the artifact is blessed,

The power of the divine favor hidden in the body is further activated.

I, Huang Yan, will not lose again!

Luo Fanchen shook his head, smiled, and said nothing.

The silent expression expressed only one attitude to everyone:

I am invincible, do whatever you want.

Huang Yan was furious and was about to roar, but a voice of disdain came from below:

"Heavenly King Covering Earth Tiger, Huang Yan is only 1.5 meters tall!"

"Little shorty, you can come down now, that stage, doesn't belong to you."

"My brother-in-law and my sister are going to the finals, don't get in the way!"

Yang Jinghong was waiting impatiently, he was still waiting to see his brother-in-law subdue his tigress sister at home.

"Yang Jinghong, you are looking for death!"

Huang Yan's eyes were spitting fire, secretly waiting for the team competition to be settled together,

helping the four priests to jump off the stage.

"Boom boom!"

Finally, the remaining two engraved jade tablets shone brightly.

As the referee announced,

Luo Fanchen stood up gracefully, his clothes fluttering, and stepped onto the stage.

"Ahem."

Yang Xiruo moved her lotus feet in her embroidered shoes, stepped onto the stage step by step, coughing up blood from her mouth, dripping on the white handkerchief, but an invisible special momentum was rising.

The Canglong Emperor half-closed his eyes, always staring at Luo Fanchen in the air, sneering secretly and muttering:

"Canglong fighting skills. ”

“Hehe, it seems that this kid has seen my useless brother.”

“The Fire Fist Soul Skill that killed Huang Yan seems to be interesting.”

“This female pope seems to be a little strange today.”

In the depths of the eyes of the Canglong Emperor, there was a strange and playful light.

After Huang Yan was resurrected,

the audience who calmed down suddenly realized a problem.

“How many secret skills does Luo Fanchen know? How many methods does he have! !”

“Three spiritual pupils, Qinglian martial soul, Qingnian martial soul, this is not the three lives martial soul?”

“Fuck, the unprecedented three lives martial soul?”

“This is too outrageous, a body martial soul, an auxiliary plant martial soul, a beast martial soul physical attack, what, just one weapon martial soul is missing!”

“Don’t be too outrageous, he has played all his cards now, where did the weapon martial soul come from? "

Little Saint Bai Yingyue was in a trance: "After several months of hard work, Junior Brother can actually crush me and kill Huang Yan?"

"Thanks to calling me Senior Brother, I would not have the face to live if I called him Junior Brother."

Di Weiyang seemed to be in a good mood, his cold eyes slightly slanted:

"Don't force me to slap you, that's your Uncle Luo."

Bai Yingyue covered her fair cheeks and smacked her lips.

Others don't know how long Luo Fanchen has been practicing and how old he is.

How could she not know?

If the bone age is measured after the game, won't the audience and the big guys go crazy?

"Where did Junior Brother learn so many secret skills!"

"One is the Sky-peeking Divine Refining, and the other is the Canglong Fighting Skill. Both of them have mastered the fifth style. This comprehension is too abnormal and outrageous! ! ! "

Di Weiyang's fingertips moved slightly.

Last night in Luo Fanchen's room, she felt that this man said only half of what he said.

Unexpectedly, he really pretended today.

I thought he went to the disabled old people's home to be wronged, but it turned out that he went to buy goods? ! !

It was not wronged at all.

Di Weiyang was surprised that he learned two secret skills so quickly.

"Ding! ”

When the bell for the final battle rang, the audience was excited and watched attentively.

One was the world champion of the previous session, and she had never met an opponent who could take three shots.

She was praised as the world's number one female gun god among the younger generation.

Now that she is participating in the competition for the second time, her strength is even more unfathomable, and it is unknown how deep she is.

It is rumored that Yang Xiruo is the legendary chosen one, the one favored by the gods.

But no one has ever seen her use the power of the gods.

The other was born in the mountains, but she broke the undefeated myth of the Dark Temple one after another, defeated the second prince of the young emperor, and violently smashed and killed the son of the saint Huang Yan, with a terrifying record.

The two competed on the same stage, causing countless people to wonder and speculate, and the highlights were full.

Yang Xiruo coughed lightly, her hair blowing, and she was lovable:

"Mr. Luo, it's still early, you can rest and recover for a while."

"I hope to face you in your strongest state."

"Otherwise, Xiruo's victory will be unfair. "

Yang Jinghong also advised: "Yes, brother-in-law, take a break. My sister is not so easy to deal with. She actually has two guns."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was stunned.

Yang Xiruo was stunned,

Yang Tingjun was so angry that he jumped up and wanted to curse his mother, and the elders sighed.

"It's hard to guard against thieves at home!"

"Where are you from? You just revealed your sister's trump card? ? "

"Two guns?"

Luo Fanchen was also stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "I am not talented, but I just happen to have one."

"You have a hammer."

Zhan Yingying stood on Yang Xiruo's side and snorted: "Driving, right? You have a halberd, right! ! "

"Purple-haired girl, you dare to say my brother-in-law?"

Yang Jinghong was unhappy and angrily said: "You have a halberd! ”

“The purple-haired girl doesn’t want to play with anything else but the halberd—”

“It’s inappropriate!”

Zhan Yingying raised her pupils and glared at him fiercely: “Little yellow-haired girl, you don’t even know how to play a gun.”

“If you don’t agree, come and poke me!”