When Jian Wushuang reacted, it was too late to hide. He looked at Feng Hao unwillingly and slowly fell to the ground. He had already looked up to Feng Hao, but he didn't expect to underestimate him in the end.

Straws of black air overflowed from the dead Jian Wushuang's body and were absorbed by the ring on Feng Hao's hand.

The battle ended so quickly, and everyone in the audience didn't even react.

"Yihan, you must be careful of his ring when you wait. The overflowing black aura can bind the soul." Su Jinyue looked at Zhan Yihan and said. When Feng Hao and Jian Wushuang were fighting, she had been paying attention to Feng Hao's ring. The overflowing black aura made her eyes extremely uncomfortable. Fortunately, her eyes had been upgraded, otherwise the black aura would definitely hurt her eyes.

Zhan Yihan nodded, "Don't worry, I won't be careless." The martial arts he practiced were cultivation techniques, and it was not that easy for those black auras to bind his soul.

Looking up at the stage, Feng Hao and Yang Jun were fighting fiercely.

But after the two of them took a few moves, Yang Jun's face changed, and then he was easily killed by Feng Hao, just like Jian Wushuang before.

Seeing that Feng Hao killed his opponent in two consecutive games, everyone in the audience began to condemn Feng Hao again.

Especially the sects of those who were killed by Feng Hao were even more eager to rush up and tear Feng Hao to pieces.

Seeing the fierce reaction of everyone, the organizer could only comfort everyone again, and also warned Feng Hao again. After all, this was the final, and the game still had to continue.

Zhan Yihan walked onto the stage, stood opposite Feng Hao, and looked at Feng Hao with a cold look. He would never keep someone like Feng Hao.

"Then let's start!" Feng Hao smiled coldly and attacked Zhan Yihan. In his eyes, Zhan Yihan and the Su Yanyue who had not played on the stage were already dead. He would also deal with the companions who were with them tonight. This time he came to the exchange meeting to collect his soul, so the more he would be better.

Zhan Yihan met Feng Hao and fought with him.

"With Feng Hao's cruel methods, Zhan Yihan may be in danger."

"How could Yinyue Sect have a disciple like Feng Hao? I really want to join forces with other sects to destroy him."

"Zhan Yihan is very strong, I hope he can kill the devil Feng Hao." While everyone in the audience was worried about Zhan Yihan, they also hoped that Zhan Yihan could destroy Feng Hao.

Feng Hao was punched in the chest by Zhan Yihan, and he took several steps back, and a trace of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Zhan Yihan with a gloomy look, "Zhan Yihan, don't be proud, it will be your death soon." He had been paying attention to Zhan Yihan's battle before, knowing that Zhan Yihan was a powerful opponent, but he did not expect that Zhan Yihan's strength had exceeded his expectations. With just a few moves, Zhan Yihan injured him. Originally, he wanted to play with Zhan Yihan, but now it seems that there is no need. Since Zhan Yihan is so eager to die, then he will fulfill him.

He attacked Zhan Yihan again, and at the same time, strands of black air lingered out from the ring.
Chapter completed!