Seeing that someone had accepted the challenge, the male teacher who was the venue maintenance and referee announced,
"The fighting begins!"
As soon as the words fell, Yang Xun launched an attack impatiently. He danced with the gun in both hands, stepped on his feet and rushed forward, piercing Mo Yuan with the cold tip of the gun.
Possessing a martial spirit like the Dragon Spear that allowed him to reach level 22 at the age of eleven, there must be a powerful force or family behind him, and there must be a strong gun technique in the inheritance of gun techniques.
A gun was stabbed straight at Mo Yuan, and the sound of breaking through the air was heard, but Mo Yuan dodged it calmly by turning sideways. Seeing that the gun missed, Yang Xun shook his wrist and transmitted the power from the end to the gun tip.
The waist and horse merged into one, and the gun swept out, but as expected, for Mo Yuan, whose bloodline had reached the S-level hybrid, this speed was still too slow.
The footsteps only moved slightly, and the gun tip brushed his chest.
"Why don't you release your martial spirit? Does he think he can beat Yang Xun without using his martial spirit?" Mu Jin frowned.
A proud genius is likable, but being too arrogant is unpleasant. In actual combat, arrogance and arrogance are often the cause of death for most geniuses.
After a few rounds of probing, Yang Xun saw that Mo Yuan not only did not use his martial spirit but also took him around like a dog. He could not suppress his anger at all.
"Arrogant guy! Do you think you can beat me without using your martial spirit?!"
Mo Yuan easily dodged the stabbing shot again. After taking a few steps back, he reached out and gently stroked his wrinkled school uniform with a faint smile on his face.
"Did you see that?"
"Arrogant!"
This completely angered Yang Xun. He shouted, and two yellow soul rings rose from the soles of his feet. At the same time, the first soul ring and the second soul ring were lit up one after another.
"First soul skill! Dragon soul!"
"Second soul skill! Shoot and kill!"
With a slight dragon roar, the long dragon carved on the dragon spear seemed to come alive. The moment the iron dragon shadow wrapped around the spear, Yang Xun's momentum suddenly rose!
"Kill!"
Yang Xun shouted, turned his waist and raised his hand, and the power was transmitted from the earth to his hand, then to the spear, and finally to the tip of the spear!
With the roar, the tip of the spear stabbed towards Mo Yuan fiercely. At the same time, the iron dragon wrapped around the spear broke away from the spear and pounced towards Mo Yuan with a dragon roar!
"Don't you release your martial soul? What on earth does he want to do?" Mu Jin frowned, and she became more and more disliked Mo Yuan.
Although it was against the sky to reach the 39th level at the age of 11, there had been several people in the history of Shrek Academy, but no one was as arrogant as Mo Yuan.
And do you think you are a soul master? Do you want to fight against a 26th-level combat soul master who used all his strength without using martial soul?
The referee beside him was also unhappy like Mu Jin, but he was ready to rescue Mo Yuan. After all, the dragon soul released by Yang Xun's second soul skill was less than two meters away from Mo Yuan. If he was not careful, he would be seriously injured.
Facing the dragon soul coming towards him, Mo Yuan suddenly said deliberately,
"I don't think I have ever said that I am a soul master."
Before he finished speaking, under the astonished eyes of Yang Xun, the students in the stands, and even the three teachers Mu Jin, a golden light appeared in Mo Yuan's deep black pupils, and the pair of dazzling golden pupils lit up in this fighting soul arena.
At the same time, four soul rings of yellow, purple, purple, and black rose from his feet. The first soul ring was lit up, and the ancient and mysterious dragon text bloomed silently.
Wherever I go, I am not weak to swords and guns, I am not afraid of water and fire, I am not punished by evil, and I am a pure land that is not stained by dust.
Word Spirit·Dust-free Land!
The wind began to flow at a very fast speed, forming a thin but indestructible barrier, and it spread rapidly with Mo Yuan as the center. The dragon soul that was originally rushing towards him was instantly weakened by several times under the dragon power of the golden pupil.
Now, after being hit hard by the barrier formed by the dustless land, it can no longer maintain its form. With the sharp sound of the dragon spear hitting the barrier, the dragon soul was completely defeated.
As the sound of the dragon spear hitting the dustless land disappeared, the fighting spirit field suddenly fell into silence. In the stands, except for Ning Tian and Wu Feng, who had known Mo Yuan's background for a long time, all the other students widened their eyes, opened their mouths slightly, and their faces were full of the word "incredible".
Even the three Soul Emperor-level teachers on the high platform showed such an expression.
What did they see?
Mo Yuan was actually an eleven-year-old Soul Sect! A Soul Sectbwhose second soul ring was a thousand years old and whose fourth soul ring was ten thousand years old!
How is this possible! If they could only imagine an eleven-year-old genius with a soul power of level thirty-nine, then what about an eleven-year-old Soul Sect with a soul power of level forty? Unimaginable
If it weren't for the four soul rings under Mo Yuan's feet that were actually moving there, Mu Jin would probably have doubted whether she was dreaming!
"Wu Feng, give me a slap, let me see if I'm still dreaming in the dormitory..."
Bai Yi stared at Mo Yuan in the middle of the field with his eyes wide open, and at the same time patted Wu Feng, who looked unhappy but helpless with Mo Yuan.
Wu Feng was stunned when she heard this. She had never seen anyone make such a weird request, but she still stretched out her hand and slapped Bai Yi in the face.
Pah!
"Hiss! It's true!" Bai Yi gasped in pain, and then muttered in a low voice, "Fuck... Is this a human?"
Even the three Soul Emperor-level teachers were like this, and he couldn't help but doubt his life. As Mo Yuan's opponent at this time, Yang Xun was not only shocked, but his clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat.
Sweating profusely...
Yang Xun was already crying without tears. He stood still, staring blankly at the four soul rings that were slowly moving under Mo Yuan's feet.
The faint light emitted by the ten thousand year soul ring was like a sharp blade unsheathed and pressed against his neck, and he dared not move at all.
"How about it?" Mo Yuan asked lightly, and at the same time retracted the spreading dustless land, turned his head and looked at the other students who were eager to challenge him not far away,
"Why don't you all come together to save everyone's time."
"No! No!"
Those students immediately shook their heads like rattles when they heard the words.
What a joke! !
We fight the Soul Sect? Or the Soul Sect with a ten thousand year soul ring?
Unfortunately, there are always conceited fools in this world who think they have seen through everything. One of the students who were originally preparing to challenge Mo Yuan suddenly jumped out and shouted,
"What are you afraid of?! Isn't it just a Soul Sect? There are more than a dozen of us rushing up, and Mo Yuan may not be able to defeat us before his soul power is exhausted!"
The fighting soul field fell into silence again, and countless eyes were cast on the student who jumped out to say this, with eyes full of pity.
That is the care for the mentally retarded.
If it was an ordinary Soul Sect, the dozen or so great soul masters of level 10 or 20 might be able to kill the elephant with ants.
But is Mo Yuan an ordinary Soul Sect? A ten thousand year soul skill will directly fight them to a 90-100.
Mo Yuan will use his soul skill and they will die.
Hearing this, Mo Yuan couldn't help but smile. I really don't know how he said such a cowardly and brave word.
And the other students who had long given up the idea of challenging Mo Yuan also immediately moved away from that person, as if they were afraid that blood would splash on them later.
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