The faces of Chen Zhen and the others also changed drastically, but seeing that Yang Qingxuan and You Ye were very calm, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and stay, embarrassed to follow.
Seeing the power approaching, Chen Ting couldn't hold back anymore, and shouted: "Yang Qingxuan!"
Yang Qingxuan understood, a sword light flashed between his brows, and an extremely powerful soul spread spread out in front of everyone.
The impacted space exploded, and when it touched the soul's will, it disappeared completely with a buzzing sound, as if a stone had sunk into the sea.
You Ye and the others felt their hearts tremble, and there was a surge of fear.
Many people held their breath even more, with cold sweat oozing from their foreheads.
"Is this the martial soul suppression?!"
Several people have seen the battle between Yang Qingxuan and Ye Mingchuan. Although they thought it was miraculous and terrifying, they couldn't feel the shock of being there.
Lan Mu secretly operated the martial soul, and found that the soul power was trembling uncontrollably under this coercion, and it couldn't manifest at all, and a huge wave was shocked in his heart.
After a while, the power of the aftermath gradually calmed down.
The entire arena has disappeared, and Young Master Jin has also disappeared.
In the four directions of southeast, northwest, except for the place where Yang Qingxuan and others stood in the east, and the red line restricted area in the north, there was no damage at all.
To the south and west, a large number of students were blasted into powder, and then disappeared, leaving only two arc-shaped vacuum spaces.
"Hey!"
"It's terrible! My God, what kind of martial spirit is this!"
In the chaos before, a large number of students were only concerned about escaping for their lives. Now they calmed down, looking at the two spaces that were blown apart, and thinking of the classmates who were watching the battle with me before, and they received their lunch boxes in an instant, they were all trembling with fright. Cold hands and feet.
Yang Qingxuan's face was also pale, and the blood in his body was a little unstable.
The impact of the space explosion just now was too strong, and his martial soul could not suppress it. Fortunately, the impact did not last long. If it was a little longer, he might not be able to bear it.
"This Fu Zhuo is stronger than that Ye Mingchuan!"
Yang Qingxuan compared the two in his mind and made this judgment.
The people in the restricted area of the red line in the north also all had bad faces.
Su Yu said: "This is too messy. In the blow just now, at least thirty or forty students died. These are the pillars of the empire."
Qing Buli and the others were also sullen and silent.
The place where the arena was before was already a pitch-black pit, and the entire earth was swallowed up by the space explosion.
After Fu Zhuo made a big move, the aura on his body dropped violently, his true energy transformed into wings trembling slightly, he looked down coldly, and said: "Elder Yi Kun, Mr. Jin is dead, it's time to pronounce me victorious."
Yi Kun's expression was as usual, he didn't say anything, and looked ahead indifferently, as if he didn't hear.
An angry look appeared on Fu Zhuo's face, and he shouted, "Yikun, why haven't you declared me the winner?"
"Because... I haven't lost yet."
Behind Fu Zhuo, a golden light flashed, and the figure of Mr. Jin appeared, looking at him coldly.
"What?!"
Fu Zhuo was terrified, and without looking back, he slashed at it with one finger.
But in an instant, two young masters of Jin appeared in front of him, and they slapped out four palms at the same time, "Extreme String Palm!"
"Boom!"
Before the star ring on Fu Zhuo's body was released, he was hit by four palms, and a big mouthful of blood spewed out, and his whole body fell into the distance like a kite with a broken string.
The two young masters of Jin merged into one instantly, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
A series of golden cicadas shedding their shells has far exceeded his load.
Everyone was so shocked by this turn of events that they couldn't speak. They watched Fu Zhuo, who was bound to win, be knocked into the air, and their minds went blank.
"Fu Zhuo lost? How could... such a terrifying martial soul..."
"Mr. Jin was obviously blown to pieces by the space, why did he reappear? How did he avoid that blow?"
Yang Qingxuan looked at Mr. Jin in the air, and suddenly said, "Teleportation?"
"No, it's not teleportation, it's a teleportation array!"
Meng Rui said suddenly: "Just now the four Mr. Jin teamed up to set up a small ultra-short-distance teleportation array. When the space exploded and fell, he teleported himself out. He is also an array mage."
Chen Zhen was stunned for a moment, and said, "This is also possible..."
Chen Ting snorted angrily, "What do you mean it's okay? Wujue is all about means, and wisdom is a very important part. I really worry about your IQ."
Chen Zhen's head was full of black lines, and he turned his face away to ignore him.
"I thought Tiancong Academy had regressed in the past five years, but I didn't expect it to be as scary as before."
Standing in the crowd, Tan Tao murmured to himself with a sparkle in his eyes, "However, if you can clearly see the martial souls of the Four Kings and reappear them after you go back, you will be able to study them in a targeted manner."
There were also spies from the other Three Kingdoms, who were also mixed in the crowd, and they all had ugly faces.
Fu Zhuo fell from the sky, and the students below were frightened and ran away in a hurry, revealing a vacuum area with a radius of several tens of feet in an instant.
Because everyone is afraid, for fear of being cut off at once.
"Boom!"
Fu Zhuo fell to the ground fiercely, and just as the dust was shaking, he saw more than a dozen Mr. Jin falling from the air and beating him violently until he was beaten all over his body, and he was powerless to fight back. Then he stopped. Let's do it.
Only then did Yi Kun stand up, and announced loudly: "Young Master Jin wins."
Immediately, a teacher from the infirmary flew away and took Fu Zhuo away for treatment.
Su Yu said: "The arena is gone, how can we compete now? We need to change the place."
Yi Kun made a bow and said, "Your Majesty, please sit down, there is no need to change places."
He took out a formation disk and threw it into the air. The formation disk continued to grow larger and turned into a hundred feet long and wide, like a giant city, falling from the sky.
A large number of students were shocked and retreated one after another.
"boom!"
The huge array plate landed on the ground that was blown away, shaking the ground for a while.
Everyone fixed their eyes and saw that the board was actually a chess board, on which there were chess pieces such as generals, soldiers, prime ministers, horses, chariots, cannons, pawns, etc., about the size of a millstone, neatly arranged on it.
Yi Kun said: "This array is called 'Chu River Han Jie', the last battle of the Four Kings, Yang Qingxuan, Zuo Heng, come up!"
A sound fell, and the audience was silent.
All eyes were on the two of them.
Chen Zhen and other friends became tense unconsciously, their clenched hands were covered with sweat.
Du Ruo swallowed, and said with difficulty: "Yang Qingxuan, you must win!"
Yang Qingxuan nodded and said calmly, "I will."
After saying that, he walked towards the weapon.
Suddenly, a bright and beautiful figure came into view, who appeared to the south of the formation at some unknown time, alone and alone.
Everyone felt ashamed and dared not stand by her side.
"Wu Qiyue, Wu Qiyue is here!"
A cry of exclamation exploded in the crowd, and the peerless figure immediately attracted everyone's attention, and Yang Qingxuan and Zuo Heng became supporting roles instead.
(end of this chapter)