Jian Douluo, who suddenly burst out in momentum, calmed down the soul masters present.

"Jian Chenxin, your Seven Treasures Glazed Lilac Sect really wants to go against my Martial Soul Hall!" Bibidong's eyes emitted a fierce light, and he also burst out with a powerful aura, but it was a little weaker than Jian Douluo.

"This matter is my private matter and has nothing to do with the Seven Treasures Glazed Pieces Sect!" Jian Douluo said lightly.

"Zheng Master Ning, what do you mean?" Bibidong looked at Ning Fengzhi with a gloomy face.

"This matter has nothing to do with my Seven Treasures Glazed Lilac Sect, it was Uncle Jian's own decision." Ning Fengzhi shook his head lightly. He was the leader of a sect, and he could not satisfy his selfishness with the safety of the entire sect.

"Okay! Very good! That's a pity that the Seven Treasures Glazed Lilac Sect will lose a titled Douluo today!" Bibi Dong's hand waved, and more than a dozen Soul Douluo and dozens of Soul Saints rushed from all directions, floating in the air.

In the middle, surrounded everyone. The soul power released by many powerful people above the Soul Saints wrapped around a radius of 100 meters, as if the air became sticky.

"His Majesty the Pope! I really want to kill you all!" Ning Fengzhi's face finally changed. He took out so many high-level soul masters so easily, and with the digital titled Douluo strongman behind Bibidong, the foundation of the Spirit Hall is really terrifying.

Extremely.

"Take Jiang Siming and Tang San for me, and don't kill him if there is any obstruction!" Bibidong shouted.

"Who dares to touch my son!" A powerful and domineering voice echoed around.

"It's finally here!" Jiang Siming breathed a sigh of relief. Such a large number of Contras and Soul Saints had exceeded Jiang Siming's imagination.

As soon as the dark shadow covering the sky was hit, he bombarded the soul power barrier formed by many powerful soul masters with the domineering power in the room.

The sound waves caused by the huge roar made the Shrek Seven Monsters present activate their soul power to resist the feeling of splitting headaches.

As the gap in the soul barrier was opened, a man from the tower slowly appeared in front of everyone.

"Tang Hao!" Bibidong finally showed a hint of surprise on his face. Although the advantages of the Spirit Hall are still crushing now, the miracles and oppression that this man brought to the soul master world have never left.

When the soul masters on the side heard the name that once resounded throughout the soul world, even the titled Douluo behind Bibidong couldn't help but take a step back.

"Go up! Stop Tang Hao!" Bibidong hurriedly ordered.

Several black shadows rushed out from behind Bibi Dong. Nearly ten were found, and it seemed that Bibi Dong had prepared more fully in the original work, which greatly increased Tang Hao's pressure.

"Father!" Tang San looked at the familiar back in front of him, and the accumulated emotions burst out in an instant.

"Protect yourself!" Tang Hao said calmly. He is not good at sensationalism, and this is the tenderest thing.

"I'll leave the group of miscellaneous people in the sky to you!" Tang Hao shouted loudly, and met the titled Douluo powerful men in front of him who exuded a powerful aura.

Jian Douluo on the side naturally knew that it was telling him that the violent sword energy tear apart the soul power barrier that had already had a gap even widened. Although it was a little difficult, it still blocked the Douluo who poured down like rain.

And the soul master.

"Everyone dispersed!" Jiang Siming shouted hurriedly. The energy field generated by the collision between the titled Douluo was not something that the Shrek monsters can resist now. Jiang Siming could already clearly feel that Ning Rong, who has weak physical fitness, was clearly feeling that the Shrek Seven Monsters were weak.

Rong and Oscar were a little breathing.

Everyone also understood and quickly stayed away from this disputed place.

"Catch them!" Bibidong commanded the armored guards.

"It's too late!" Jiang Siming looked at the huge Haotian hammer that had fallen to the ground. The ripples of space visible to the naked eye paused for a moment, and then quickly spread around.

"Zhong Zhiyu!" Jiang Siming quickly released the Chaos Bell to protect everyone.

The huge shock force would shake dozens of meters away from the people wrapped in the Chaos Bell.

Jiang Simingqiang kept conveying soul power, and the scratches of the Chaos Bell several feet away from the ground were barely stabilized.

"Puff" Jiang Siming couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Jiang Siming still looked at him too high. The battle between the top titled Douluo did not even have room for participation, and it was just the aftermath of the battle.

I can only barely compete.

"Si Ming!"

"Brother Si Ming!"

The Shrek and others who reacted from the incident just now looked at Jiang Siming who vomited blood and hurried forward to support him.

"I'm fine!" Jiang Siming refused the hands that everyone wanted to support.

Ning Fengzhi, who had been watching the game at this time, came to Shrek with Gu Douluo.

"Si Ming! I..." Ning Fengzhi was speechless for a moment. He didn't even dare to look at Ning Rongrong's eyes, who was extremely disappointed with him.

"Uncle Ning, I can understand you! You are not the only one behind you. If you fall, more people will die!" Jiang Siming did not blame Ning Fengzhi. People are always unable to control themselves when they live, and there will always be one.

Too much helplessness.

"I have something I want to ask Uncle Ning to protect them! Jiang Siming thanked Uncle Ning here!" Jiang Siming opened his mouth with blood and said firmly.

"I promise you that even if I die here today, they will not be hurt at all!" Ning Fengzhi looked at Jiang Siming with equal firmness.

"Si Ming, what are you going to do?" Zhu Zhuqing always had a bad premonition, and looked at Jiang Siming with a little begging.

"I'm sorry, I can't leave! If I leave, something will happen to you. The old man who is not able to hold on, I have to help him, be good!" Jiang Siming's eyes swept over the hard-working sword Douluo,

Once, I saw the sword Douluo appearing bright red on the white robe. In fact, he is the strongest attack on the title Douluo, but he may not be able to hold on for long in such a attack between the Soul Douluo and the Soul Saint.

The silent Shrek people on the side didn't know how to speak. Even if they won the championship, they were still so powerless when facing such a powerful enemy. They didn't even have the qualifications to speak for help, because they were too weak and could only become

The drag of others, weak urine is the original sin. Even Tang San could only lower his head silently.

Jiang Siming took a deep breath, adjusted his somewhat disordered soul power, and his eyes were full of firmness and indifference.

Jiang Siming was about to step forward, but Zhu Zhuqing grabbed Jiang Siming's cuff.

"Promise me, you won't die, oh?" Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were blurred, and she could no longer see the face of the person in front of her. She couldn't help but tremble in her voice.

"Yes!" Jiang Siming looked at the girl in front of him, but after all, he did not wipe her tears. He turned around and rushed to the battlefield resolutely. If tears could block her vision for a while, there might be less sadness.

Everyone looked at the battle ahead and felt mixed feelings.

Ning Fengzhi saw Jian Douluo injured for the first time, and his face showed a struggle. The elder who saw him growing up might be about to die in front of him, but because of one concern after another, he could only watch it.

"Fengzhi!" Gu Douluo patted Ning Fengzhi's shoulder, his sadness was no less than Ning Fengzhi.

The sad atmosphere is incompatible with this earth-shaking battlefield.

"It's okay! He won't die. He promised me and wouldn't lie to me." Zhu Zhuqing wiped away the tears in front of her and squeezed out a smile that was even more sad than sad.
Chapter completed!