Sun He sighed softly in his heart. The martial arts cultivators who came out of nowhere in Zhongtian Continent were each stronger than the other. Although Chen Wuji performed very amazingly, and Zhao Zhan was arrogant enough, but now this Bei Chan
Feng's strength is obviously higher than the two!
Is there anyone on our side who can fight against Bei Chanfeng?
Sun He knew that even if he sent his own soldiers to appear, they would definitely be killed.
I only blame myself for underestimating the Zhongtian Continent. The treasure land can only be given to the other party.
Ye Xuan frowned slightly, it seemed that he could only appear on his own.
The opponent's demonizing soul skill not only increased the strength of his physical body, but also increased his speed and strength to an abnormal level.
Look at all the cultivators in Tianwu Continent, their faces are ashen.
Just when Ye Xuan was about to appear and Sun He was about to admit defeat, almost all the cultivators in Tianwu Continent thought that the bet was lost.
Suddenly, a wisp of misty flute music floated out from the Tianwu Continent cultivators...
Hearing the sound of the flute, Ye Xuan's expression changed.
And Bei Chanfeng, who had gone berserk, brutal, and let out bursts of sadistic anger, suddenly froze. His face showed an expression of obsession, intoxication, and even a bit of yearning.
The eyes that were originally full of cruelty also became gentle in an instant. It seemed as if he was recalling all the good things he had experienced. The cruelty in his body also dissipated a lot.
The sound of the flute continued to echo in the field, and Bei Chanfeng's eyes became calmer and calmer, and from time to time, a giggle came out of his mouth.
Ye Xuan and everyone turned their heads to look.
But among the crowd, a young man slowly rose into the sky. His clothes were fluttering, and he was indescribably elegant. He was holding a white jade flute, and the ethereal flute sound came from his mouth.
The cultivators in Tianwu Continent looked at each other and couldn't help but feel extremely happy.
It turns out that there is a master hidden among his own side.
His admiration for this young martial artist couldn't help but deepen.
"He is my supreme genius in the Southern Region, Song Zhixian!"
"Great, Song Zhixian really took action. I originally thought that he was also afraid of that guy who is neither human nor monster. You must know that Song Zhixian is known as the illusory god of our southern region. He is full of illusions and unpredictable.
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Song Zhixian played the "Fantasy Fairy Song". Although he looked calm and calm on the outside, he was actually extremely proud of himself.
Especially when he heard someone calling out his name, his eyes couldn't hide a hint of excitement.
Song Zhixian is the top talent in the Southern Territory. His illusion is indeed very strong, but he is cautious, which is why he did not rush to compete in the competition before.
He never fights an uncertain battle.
Although Bei Chanfeng is very strong, other people of the same level may be afraid of him, but he, Song Zhixian, is not afraid at all, because after the opponent's demonized soul skill, his intelligence will be greatly reduced, playing into his illusion.
road!
"I am the illusory god of Tianwu Southern Region, Song Zhixian, a demon. If I don't take action, do you really think that I, Tianwu, have no one who can take care of you?"
While Song Zhixian was playing, he was making phantom sounds, which reached the ears of everyone in the world, and was indescribably natural.
"Forget it, if you are cruel and have such a strong aura of cruelty, you must be a murderer, so let me reincarnate you."
Song Zhixian let out a long sigh and floated in the sky, his expression seemed to be that he could not bear to kill.
But he didn't hold back at all, and directly used his most powerful killing move, giving a soft drink.
"The Dark Cage of Phantom Prison."
A large amount of black mist suddenly surged out of the sky above the head of Bei Chanfeng, who had a calm look on his face. It completely enveloped him. There were faint sounds of howling ghosts and wolves in the black mist, as if he had arrived in the Nine Netherworlds of Yinluo, the eighteenth level of purgatory.
The Beichen maple was wrapped in layers of black mist, like a ghost, and looked even more eerie and terrifying.
This illusion technique of 'Illusion Prison and Black Cage' was activated by Song Zhixian's martial spirit. It has many changes and is extremely famous in the Southern Region. It was also because of this technique that Song Zhixian became famous in the region and was named the Illusion God.
"Phantom Prison Seal!"
Song Zhixian swiped his right hand, and a gray mark formed out of thin air in front of him. A gray light flashed, and the gray mark rushed towards Bei Chanfeng.
Bei Chanfeng was slightly startled. He didn't even know how to avoid it and allowed the gray mark to penetrate into his body. In an instant, his body tightened suddenly. The demonic energy in his body had completely dissipated.
"It's done!"
Song Zhixian was overjoyed that this 'Illusion Prison Seal' could seal the soul of the martial cultivator's palace, and it really worked.
Now that the opponent's soul has been sealed by him, he is not allowed to be killed by himself.
But……
Just when Song Zhixian flew away and reached the opponent, he suddenly saw the demonic light on Bei Chanfeng's body suddenly closing and releasing. There was a soft "pop" sound. Song Zhixian's face suddenly changed greatly. He could clearly see
The ground sensor sensed that the 'Phantom Prison Seal' he had cast on Bei Chan Feng Yuanhun had been broken inch by inch.
Not only that. The demonic light continued to expand, like rippling water. Wherever it passed, all the black mist melted into nothingness. In an instant, the 'Black Cage of Illusion Prison' exploded and was completely broken by the opponent!
Bei Chanfeng showed a ferocious smile.
Song Zhixian was shocked, what was going on? His 'phantom prison seal' was suddenly broken.
"Die!" Bei Chan Feng roared loudly and flashed out a claw.
Song Zhixian's hair stood on end in an instant, and the opponent grabbed him with a claw. To him, it was like the end of the world was coming, and the god of death was summoning him. How could he avoid its sharp edge at such a powerful close range?
Some female cultivators in Tianwu Continent couldn't help but scream and turned their heads away, unable to bear to look any further.
Originally, Song Zhixian's free and elegant moves made many girls' eyes shine with brilliance, but he didn't expect...
Poof!
The sharp claws flashed past Song Zhixian's head. In an instant, Song Zhixian's head was shattered into pieces. He was beaten to death before he even had time to escape!
"Who else!?" Bei Chanfeng shouted violently to the sky.
Seeing his extremely cruel appearance, all the Tianwu cultivators changed their faces. This man is not even afraid of the illusion. He has no weaknesses. No one with the same weight can defeat him!
"It's so powerful. After this person becomes crazy, he can instantly kill two geniuses with just one claw. Who can stop him!?"
"Hey! Total defeat! We have countless geniuses in Tianwu Continent, but no one can compete with Zhongtian Tianjiao!"
"The gap is too big!"
"Zhongtian has been prepared for a long time. All the top geniuses are here. Our Tianwu has no top geniuses here!"
The Tianwu cultivators all sighed, it seemed that the Tianwu Continent was really at the bottom of all other continents.
All the martial arts cultivators are in a sluggish mood. This is not a battle of the same level at all! Why continue to compete? The outcome of this third round has been decided, even worse than the previous two rounds!
Sun He took a deep breath and was about to speak.
No more fucks!
If we continue to fight, we will not only suffer more humiliation, but also more deaths.
Just when Sun He was about to admit defeat and give up the treasured land.
"Ahem, Commander-in-Chief, let Ye come and meet him." A young figure walked out and said with a smile.