Chapter 475: My friend will die, but I won't die, right?
The winner was already decided, and Zheng Zhan wanted to allow Wang Dong to make the finishing move. But just as the light cannon was about to fall, a sharp phoenix cry pierced the sky, and a gray-blue flame shot out from outside the ring like a meteor, condensing into the shape of a phoenix. The extremely cold evil aura turned the sky above the arena into a gray-blue color at an astonishing speed.
The phoenix pounced directly at Wang Dong, and the flames carried a strong corrosive smell, forcing her to withdraw her attack and retreat, and her action of finishing off the opponent was abruptly interrupted.
What a powerful evil spirit! Facing the aura emanating from Feng Ling, Wang Dong instantly felt his whole body cold and stiff, as if his soul was locked up.
A layer of white barrier instantly rose up, trying to block the evil phoenix's path, but was instantly torn to pieces by the evil phoenix's sharp claws. However, with the help of this moment of blocking, Zheng Zhan had already arrived in front of Wang Dong, and with his hands in front of his chest, a white jade-like shield appeared out of thin air in front of him.
The evil phoenix wrapped in gray-blue flames crashed into the shield, causing a piercing roar. The evil fire splashed in all directions, but was offset by the soul guide energy field on the shield.
Zheng Zhan was almost in tears. This time he finally saved someone.
"Who are you? Don't you know that the competition does not allow any team commander to appear?" After blocking the attack, Zheng Zhan attacked Feng Ling.
Feng Ling glared at him coldly. Zheng Zhan suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and subconsciously took two steps back.
The gray-blue flames swept up the unconscious Tang Ya, and Feng Ling sent her back to the rest area with a cold face. But the next moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and Feng Ling suddenly felt a familiar pressure that was no less than Ye Xishui's coming down from the sky, and then a hand accurately grabbed her neck.
Long Xiaoyao fell to the ground and Feng Ling was caught in his hand, without any power to resist.
On the rostrum, Zhongli Wu felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. Tang Ya, a young genius with extraordinary talent and high hopes from the Holy Spirit Church, had shown unparalleled potential since she joined the church. She had practiced silently for several years, and her cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds, becoming a leader of the younger generation. This time, she was fighting as the captain, symbolizing the future hope of the Holy Spirit Church. However, she was trampled by the Tianlongma, causing her chest to collapse. She was dying, and her life or death was uncertain.
God knows how much resources he has invested in Tang Ya! If Tang Ya really died, wouldn't all his efforts be wasted?
But now Feng Ling is in Long Xiaoyao's hands again. Even if Ye Xishui is here, it is impossible to snatch her from him directly. For Zhongli Wu, Feng Ling is more important than Tang Ya. She is not only his right-hand man, but also his wife.
However, Zhongli Wu would not be stupid enough to shout nonsense like "let her go" in public. Since Long Xiaoyao did not kill Feng Ling at the first time, it means there is still room for negotiation. He must have some purpose.
Just when Zhongli Wu was about to negotiate terms with Long Xiaoyao, Long Xiaoyao sensed something and glanced at him, returning his look with contempt. Then, with a crisp "click" sound, Feng Ling's neck was twisted off.
Her life was about to be cut off, Feng Ling's eyes were filled with madness, and the soul power in her body instantly stimulated her stable soul core.
This was the only thing she could do in the end. The power of a Super Douluo's self-explosion would definitely not be less than that of a ninth-level fixed-type soul guide shell.
The actual darkness enveloped Feng Ling's body. She was horrified to find that the rotation speed of her soul core, which had been accelerating, began to slow down gradually. The blood in her body seemed to be stagnant, and all her strength was disappearing at an alarming speed.
Long Xiaoyao loosened his hand, and with a dull thud, the body fell heavily in the center of the arena, the ground cracked, and Feng Ling's head tilted to one side, blood oozing out. The shocking scene shocked the whole audience.
A chill suddenly burst out from Zhongli Wu's eyes. In addition to the chill, there was more hysteria. The temperature around him dropped sharply, and the terrifying pressure made almost everyone around him feel the terrifying pressure coming suddenly, as if it was going to tear their bodies into pieces.
But at this moment, Kong Deming, who had been standing next to Xu Tianran, took a step forward. A faint green light flashed on his body, and a soft force bloomed outward, enveloping Zhongli Wu's body and suddenly colliding with the powerful power bursting out from him.
The two powerful men faced each other, neither giving in.
"Kong Deming, do you want to go against me?" Zhongli Wu resisted the urge to kill and stared at Kong Deming coldly.
Kong Deming ignored his gaze and said, "Master, please respect yourself."
"..."
Zhongli Wu ran away again. If he stayed any longer, he was afraid that Long Xiaoyao would kill him too. Long Xiaoyao would not let him go just because he was Ye Xishui's son. It was very likely that he would send him to reincarnate.
He didn't even have time to take care of Tang Ya. The most urgent thing was to go back and take care of the Black Kite Saint. She was now the only hope for the rise of the Holy Spirit Church.
The Masked Douluo, who had been staying in the rest area, froze in place while holding the unconscious Tang Ya. If he had known that he would be the next target of Long Xiaoyao, he should have run away when Feng Ling failed to self-destruct.
I thought the leader would explode because of the death of his wife and Long Xiaoyao, but he never expected that Zhongli Wu would run away first.
That’s right, you can find another wife if she dies, but if you lose your life, you’ll really lose everything!
But this is very embarrassing.
The other party killed their own deputy leader like killing a chicken, so wouldn't it be even easier to crush this maggot of his?
"Give him to me." Just when the Masked Douluo was so scared that he was about to reveal his identity as a spy, Long Xiaoyao reached out to him expressionlessly.
Masked Douluo immediately threw Tang Ya out, and then rushed towards the Demon Forest at the fastest speed in his life. This is how evil soul masters are, they sell out their teammates faster than anyone else, without any hesitation. What happened to the Saint? How can the Saint's life be more important than his own?
He didn't even glance at the remaining four young evil soul masters who were huddled in the waiting area and shivering. He didn't care at all whether they could walk out of the stadium alive in the absence of a leader.
On the competition stage, Zheng Zhan directed the staff to repair and clean the ground with a cheerful face. Then, for the first time since the opening of the competition, he looked at the only four remaining evil soul masters of the Tang Sect team with a friendly face.
"Where is the next member of the Tang Sect to go out? Come up quickly! As soon as I saw you, I knew you were geniuses among soul masters, the best among geniuses. It's not a problem for one to beat ten." Zheng Zhan waved to them kindly. He was right. Evil soul masters could not be judged by common sense. There was a case where an evil soul master killed more than ten soul masters of the same level who were besieging him. If he faced other teams at ordinary times, he would have warned them impatiently that they would lose if they didn't send someone out. But now he wanted to legally and reasonably use Wang Dong or other members of the Dragon Pavilion to wipe out these four evils.
Unfortunately, the four evil soul masters refused to play no matter what, so Zheng Zhan had to regretfully judge them as the losers, and hoped that they would be beaten to death by the angry citizens of the Sun-Moon Empire or the masters of other teams after leaving the arena.