Chapter 2277 the undead family (to protect the flight)
"There is such a bloodline ability?" Everyone was dumbfounded, obviously they had never heard of such a weird bloodline ability.
The Immortal Sect disciple continued: "In the last General League Conference, Senior Brother Ouyang would only use his martial spirit when facing those who were also direct disciples."
"As a mere core disciple, Senior Brother Ouyang must disdain to use his martial spirit."
While everyone was amazed, the situation in the arena had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Qin Zhengqian, who had originally launched an offensive, now had a look of fear on his face, because the bone shield in front of him had split into five bone fingers like pillars, and he was instantly captured.
It was like a mountain-like hand of bones, holding him in it, making him unable to move at all.
In just an instant, these five huge bony fingers pinched together, completely submerging Qin Zhengqian's body into them.
"I..." Qin Zhengqian, who was holding the bone in his hand, had completely lost the courage to continue fighting. He roared loudly and was ready to admit defeat.
However, as soon as his voice appeared, it stopped abruptly.
The huge bone palm was shrinking continuously at this moment, and the entire body size instantly shrunk.
And in it, there was a creepy crisp sound, which was obviously the sound of Qin Zhengqian's bones exploding.
The next second, a large amount of blood flowed out from the fingers of the bone palm.
This scene changed the color of everyone present. Everyone opened their eyes wide, with an unconcealable fear in their eyes.
"The competition is over! Ouyang Haochen wins!" The examiner hurriedly announced the results. It was obvious that Qin Zhengqian must have lost his ability to fight now.
However, even after the examiner announced the results of the competition, Ouyang Haochen still had no intention of stopping. Instead, the look on his face became more and more ferocious, and he murmured to himself: "Death! Die! Die!"
When the examiner saw this, he didn't hesitate at all. His figure flashed and he was in front of Ouyang Haochen in an instant.
His eyes were radiating light, and when Ouyang Haochen looked into his eyes, he immediately fainted.
Everyone onlookers breathed a sigh of relief. This examiner practiced illusion and was also an elder of the Holy Alliance, reaching the fourth level of Martial Saint.
In the previous General League Conference, there would be casualties in other games except the knockout rounds.
Later, in order to prevent this kind of thing from happening, the Sanctuary Alliance simply made an elder the examiner of every competition except for the knockout and regional competitions, hoping to prevent this kind of unnecessary casualties from happening again.
"How could this happen... What happened to Ouyang Haochen? Why did he have to put Qin Zhenggan to death?" A disciple from the Alliance Martial Arts Palace asked in confusion. It was just a game, not a knockout, why should he be so cruel?
Others also echoed one after another, obviously condemning Ouyang Haochen's methods.
At this moment, Kuchiki Xinhua also put his hands behind his back and explained: "It's not that Ouyang Haochen wants to kill him. Ouyang Haochen can't control all this."
"He was born with a strange disease, which causes him to lose his mind easily and become murderous after a battle."
"It is precisely because of this that he is known as the most dangerous person among his direct disciples. This is not because he is stronger than other direct disciples, but because he cannot control himself in battle."
Even the proud and complacent Kuchiki Xinhua looks ugly when talking about Ouyang Haochen now.
He was also very lucky that he did not encounter such a monster.
After finishing speaking, Kuchiki Xinhua looked at Lin Yun, his eyes filled with strong fighting intent.
However, Lin Yun ignored him.
During this game, the arena was cleared at a slower pace.
After seeing Qin Zhenggan's current appearance, everyone couldn't help but take a breath of air.
Because Qin Zhengqian was covered in blood, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and he was dying. If the examiner hadn't taken action in time, he might have died in the hands of Ouyang Haochen.
A moment later, the tenth game was about to begin.
"Semi-finals, first group, game 10, Kuchiki Xinhua vs. Ye Zhihuan!"
Before entering the ring, Kuchiki Xinhua also came to Lin Yun's side first. He looked at Lin Yun and said in a calm tone: "You only defeated Ye Zhihuan with one move, but I can also defeat him with one move. "
"You'd better take a good look at my strength, and don't lose badly because you underestimate me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kuchiki Xinhua jumped up and jumped onto the ring.
Ye Zhihuan was still standing in the corner of the ring, not daring to be approached by Kuchiki Xinhua.
Seeing this scene, Kuchiki Xinhua also smiled and said: "Zhihuan, you should know that the spiritual realm of our disciples of the Ghost King Sect is no worse than that of your disciples of the Huan Sect. Your illusions have no effect on me."
Ye Zhihuan frowned. She knew that what Kuchiki Xinhua said was true and he was not bragging.
"The game begins!"
Following the examiner's order, Ye Zhihuan had already summoned his martial spirit.
Although Kuchiki Xinhua is the chief core disciple of the Ghost King Sect, she will never admit defeat no matter what!
Evil ghost purgatory!
In an instant, the martial spirit behind Ye Zhihuan suddenly grew in size.
However, as Kuchiki Xinhua said, Ye Zhihuan's illusions did not have any effect on him.
Kuchiki Xinhua just swung the sickle in his hand forward, and the length of the sickle increased at an extremely terrifying speed. In the blink of an eye, it penetrated hundreds of meters with a devastating force, and fiercely The ground hit Ye Zhihuan's abdomen, tearing off a piece of flesh.
"Kuchiki Xinhua wins!"
Facing Ye Zhihuan, Kuchiki Xinhua and Lin Yun also defeated her with one move.
However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Kuchiki Xinhua's move was more crisp and clear than Lin Yun's.
An eighth-level Martial King at the pinnacle, the chief core disciple who is about to reach the threshold of being a direct disciple!
After defeating Ye Zhihuan, Kuchiki Xinhua just walked off the ring as if he had done a trivial thing, and said to Lin Yun: "This is my strength, the last spot must be mine! "
After leaving these words, Kuchiki Xinhua turned around and walked to the rest area.
"So strong..." Qingyi looked at Kuchiki Xinhua's leaving figure and couldn't help but sweat for Lin Yun.
"Kuchiki Xinhua, as the chief core disciple of the Ghost King Sect, has reached the peak of the eighth-level Martial Emperor. Jiang Yun, if you can really defeat him, you can be said to have entered the top twenty." Xia Houyangyi He said with a solemn face.
He understood that this was the first opponent that Lin Yun would encounter in this General Alliance Conference, an eighth-level peak Martial Emperor!