Forced Martial Soul Fusion Skill? Who Do You Think You Are?

Ma Hongjun and Oscar were eliminated one after another.

Tang San quickly looked at Xiao Wu.

Tang San shouted anxiously to Xiao Wu who rushed out, "Xiao Wu! Come back quickly!"

But Xiao Wu has been tightly entangled by brother Shi Mo Shi Mo.

The defense of the two brothers is too strong.

Xiao Wu's ordinary fists and kicks could not cause any harm to them. Instead, they were pressed hard by the two of them, unable to even escape.

"You two big guys, get out of the way!"

Xiao Wu's eyes flashed with fierceness.

With the arm waved by Shi Mo, he jumped directly behind the other person.

"Eight-Stage Kick!"

A shout sounded.

The figure of Xiao Wu is like Gui Mei, moving between the two brothers.

Kick after kick.

Everything flows smoothly, without any sloppiness!

After the last kick fell, the Shi Mo Shi Mo brothers vomited blood and were directly kicked by Xiao Wu Spirit Fighting Arena!

"Imperial Fighting Team, Shi Mo, Shi Mo, eliminated!"

The whole place was quiet for a moment, and then burst into shocking cheers!

No one thought that this cute little girl could have such terrifying explosive power!

But Xiao Wu staggered a bit after landing.

His face turned pale, and all the Soul Power in his body was almost exhausted.

Eight-Stage Kick, under full force, consumes a lot of Soul Power.

She had almost sacrificed herself just to win over the two brothers.

"Xiao Wu!"

Tang San's eyes are about to burst and he is about to rush over.

Xiao Wu ignored him at all, calmly turned around and jumped off Spirit Fighting Arena.

"I surrender."

"Shrek Team, Soft Bone Charm Rabbit, eliminated!"

The referee's voice fell.

Shrek is left with only Dai Mubai, Tang San, Zhu Zhuqing, and Soul Power, which is almost exhausted, Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong gritted his teeth and tried his best to support Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

But her Soul Power has long since bottomed out.

The colored light is getting fainter and fainter.

Finally, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda disappeared into her hand with a "pop" sound.

Her legs went weak and she sat directly on the ground, looking apologetic to Zhu Zhuqing.

"I'm sorry... I'm Soul Power exhausted."

The staff immediately came forward and helped her off the stage.

"Shrek Team, Seven Treasure Glazed, eliminated!"

The situation on Spirit Fighting Arena is now completely clear.

Imperial Fighting Team, and five other people, Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Yu Feng, Osler, and Ye Lingling, are all online.

And Shrek Team only has three people with residual health left, not even support.

The cheers of the audience have completely turned into cheers of Imperial Fighting Team.

Everyone felt that there was no suspense in this battle.

In the rest area of the auditorium, Yu Xiaogang's face was as white as paper.

The nails of his clenched fists were embedded in his flesh, and his body was shaking uncontrollably as he looked at the three people struggling to support themselves on the stage.

How could this happen?

It was obvious that they had the upper hand just now.

And Lin Qingmo still looks calm,

The smile on the corner of the mouth is getting thicker and thicker,

"Without Eight Spider Lances, he Tang San can't turn the tide."

And the other side of Spirit Fighting Arena.

Dugu Yan's eyes once again glanced at Lin Qingmo who was next to Xiao Wu, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

A-Qing, oh no, Sapphire Star.

You've almost lost all your people~

"Huang Du! Huang Du!"

Soto Great Soul Arena's shouts almost lifted the roof and made people's eardrums buzz.

""The turtle shells of those two people are so hard."

Xiao Wu, who was standing next to Lin Qingmo, rubbed his calf that was numb from the hard fight with his opponent just now.

She just used her close-quarters kicking skills to kill two members of Imperial Fighting Team.

At this moment Soul Power has almost bottomed out, and his steps are a little weak.

The Ning Rongrong on the side is almost the same.

She assists the growth of many people by herself, which consumes a lot of energy and Soul Power.

Looking at Spirit Fighting Arena, Ning Rongrong pursed his lips and sighed, "I hope Zhu Zhuqing can solve Osler quickly, then Ghost Leopard Martial Soul's speed is too fast."

The battle in the arena has indeed reached a fever pitch.

Zhu Zhuqing's Nether Civet Martial Soul was fully opened, and the tight-fitting clothes were blown away by the fierce claw wind.

Her movements were so fast that only an afterimage remained.

Every attack was filled with a biting chill, but Osler narrowly avoided it every time.

Ghost Leopard Martial Soul on the opposite side is also good at speed, and the two have been fighting for dozens of rounds.

Both sides Soul Power consumed a huge amount of money, breathing heavily, and no one could gain the absolute upper hand.

"Zhu Zhuqing!"

A roar suddenly exploded from the side.

Dai Mubai was covered in blood, and the shadow of White Tiger Martial Soul was looming behind him.

He had just resisted Yu Tianheng's Dragon Claw attack, but he had very little Soul Power left, and half of his body was numb and unable to obey his orders.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing and Osler locked in a stalemate, he glanced at the other Imperial Fighting Team players who were watching eagerly on the sidelines, and Dai Mubai's eyes instantly filled with ferocity.

He suddenly rushed in the direction of Zhu Zhuqing.

Soul Power burst out without reservation, shouting loudly, "Zhu Zhuqing, Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"

It was almost the moment he finished speaking.

"!!!"

Zhu Zhuqing felt Nether Civet Martial Soul inside his body shake violently.

As if being forcibly pulled by an arrogant force, it was moving uncontrollably in the direction of Dai Mubai.

Everything Soul Power all over my body began to stir uncontrollably.

Her face suddenly turned pale, and at this moment she no longer even thought about dealing with Osler.

She turned around sharply to avoid Dai Mubai's extended hand, and shouted at the top of her voice without even thinking, "I give up!!!"

These three words were shouted quickly and loudly, with unabashed resistance and rejection.

Just at the same second.

The referee hasn't reacted yet.

A thigh-thick Blue Silver Grass suddenly emerged from the gap at the edge of the ring. It grew as fast as a blue lightning and wrapped around Zhu Zhuqing.

Blue Silver Grass accurately wrapped around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist.

Don't wait for Dai Mubai to take another half step forward.

Blue Silver Grass exerted force suddenly, and steadily carried Zhu Zhuqing into the air, directly out of the ring, and landed in the open space below the stage.

"???"

The entire audience was stunned.

The shouts were all stuck.

The whispering discussion instantly exploded.

"What happened? Why did you suddenly admit defeat?"

"Where did Blue Silver Grass come from? Isn't it Martial Soul that is Thousand Hand Asura? Why is it sticking out from under the stage?"

"Didn't Evil Eye White Tiger and Hell Spirit Cat want to play Martial Soul Fusion Skill just now? Why were they interrupted?"

"It seems that Hell Spirit Cat abstained from voting on his own."

Dai Mubai missed the opportunity, staggered and almost fell on the ring.

He looked at the empty place in front of him, then suddenly turned his head to look at the audience, and at a glance he saw Lin Qingmo who was retracting Blue Silver Grass.

His face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he gritted his teeth and roared, "Lin Qingmo!"

It's him again!

My good deeds have been ruined by this guy again!

Lin Qingmo was leaning against the railing of the auditorium, holding a young leaf of Blue Silver Grass between his fingertips.

Facing Dai Mubai's furious gaze, he just curled up the corners of his mouth, without any disturbance in his heart.

Still want to force Martial Soul Fusion Skill?

Do you really think Zhu Zhuqing is a tool that you can use to tie yourself up if you want?

Give you face.