The spirit of killing condensed to the top in an instant.

Looking at thousands of streams, he looked indifferent, even if the seven kill sword quickly fell on his old face.

"In fact, I admire you who have the soul of seven kill sword. Your father said the same thing in those years, but he was still too weak. I expected him to grow to this level. As a result, who knew he would leave."

As soon as these words came out, his master sword Douluo's hand couldn't stop trembling, and his soul power broke out.

With the emergence of soul rings one by one, the whole field was full of murderous spirit.

Fortunately, Ning Fengzhi persuaded him nearby, otherwise his master sword Douluo must have gone directly.

Ning Fengzhi and Yan Mengmeng are the most intelligent people on the court.

According to the analysis of these two people, generally speaking, the current situation is very unfavorable to Yan Mengmeng.

Not to mention the small number of people, the strength is generally weak by one level, and it is also controlled by the of Wuhun hall.

The only way to break the game is to abandon Yan Mengmeng.

But Ning Fengzhi wouldn't do that. What's the difference between that and haotianzong.

However, this method also responds to Yan Mengmeng's intention.

Let Ning Feng lead them to leave first, and then find a chance to run.

Facing this extreme Douluo, Yan Mengmeng is really not sure.

So Yan Mengmeng came forward and said, "old man, I really didn't expect your skill, but you seem to have made a mistake. Do you think I will care about those who have nothing to do with me? Or do you think you can eat me with your strength?"

With that, Yan Mengmeng directly burst out all his momentum, forcing everyone on the field to turn on the martial spirit to resist this momentum pressure.

Feeling this momentum, qiandaoliu's face changed greatly. He didn't believe that the girl in front of him was a God, but now he can't help believing it. This momentum was not so terrible even his opponent Tang Chen.

Of course, more than a thousand people felt this momentum. The injured bibidong directly vomited another mouthful of blood here and fainted. The ghosts were all right, but they couldn't stand up. The golden crocodile over there was better. It was still able to resist when the martial spirit was turned on.

As for Yan Mengmeng, she also suffered the same impact.

This is why Yan Mengmeng clearly surpasses everyone's strength, but only wants to be a title Douluo.

Uncontrollable forces hurt not only others, but also themselves.

For example, Ning Fengzhi and Dugu Bo.

I can't stand this powerful pressure. The whole person can't move when he is directly suppressed.

Not only to the people around him, but also to himself. A lot of external consumption of soul power, coupled with the loss of suppression of poison in the body, began to spread.

Fortunately, however, the deterrent effect has been achieved. You can see from the expressions of the people in the Wulin hall.

A moment later, Yan Mengmeng put away her pressure.

At this time, Yan Mengmeng's face became pale. Fortunately, there was a black soul power coat. The people in the Wulin hall didn't notice this change.

Yan Mengmeng, who was forced to hold on without revealing his flaws, slowly said, "Uncle Ning, you go first. It's a little preventing me from cleaning up these old things here."

Ning Fengzhi: "Mengmeng, you..."

Like Ning Fengzhi, people on Yan Mengmeng's side looked at her in surprise.

And jiandouluo, Dugu Bo, they certainly don't want to let a teenage girl face these alone. They can't do it.

Yan Mengmeng: "you also feel it. I can't control it just now. In case I hurt you later, uncle Ning, you'd better let the people evacuate first!"

After hearing this, Ning Fengzhi weighed it. Yes, now he is really a burden here.

It's better to disperse the people and let Yan Mengmeng have no burden.

This is the only way to break the game.

At the same time, Wu soul hall.

Yan Mengmeng's practice is in line with the wishes of thousands of people.

He has long been looking forward to a war with God. He hasn't been so excited for a long time since Tang Chen.

The pressure just now is what qiandaoliu wants.

After that, Ning Fengzhi left with the worried people and told Yan Mengmeng to meet her outside the city.

Looking at the figure of Ning Feng who didn't give up his worry, qiandaoliu smiled.

"Is this the unity of your family? That's all."

Yan Mengmeng: "hehe, this is your martial soul hall. Apart from despicable means, it's just like this?"

Qiandaoliu: "what's the matter? In the hearts of the civilians you want to protect, you are just an evil spirit, so you are not a God."

Yan Mengmeng: "I never said I was the God in your mouth."

Speaking of the thousand streams, he was even more sad, and his old face was full of helplessness: "the real God won't care about those mortals, elder golden crocodile, take the ghost and let them cultivate first!"

Yan Mengmeng: "don't you see, old man, have you seen God?"

Qiandaoliu: "it's useless to tell you that you don't want to hurt those people. Let's change a place!"

With that, qiandaoliu directly put away the hundred Zhang high Angel soul behind him, and the whole man rose into the air and flew away.

Yan Mengmeng wondered why the thousand streams suddenly became so.

It was originally the best opportunity for Yan Mengmeng to run, but curiosity made her unconsciously follow up.

With thousands of streams leaving here, they came to the foot of an empty mountain.

At the moment, the poison on Yan Mengmeng is getting more and more serious.

After arriving at the place, qiandaoliu looked around, then looked back at Yan Mengmeng and said slightly, "that's it. There's basically no one in a hundred miles."

Yan Mengmeng: "old man, how dare you care about other people's life and death?"

Qiandaoliu: "I don't care if I experience more. You'll do the same in the future."

Yan Mengmeng: "I'm afraid you didn't just bring me here?"

Qiandaoliu: "yes, it's not. If I'm right, you're at the end of a powerful crossbow now. You should have been poisoned by the original spider of that woman?"

Yan Mengmeng: "I can beat you, too."

Qiandaoliu: "ha ha, maybe. I'll know later."

With that, qiandaoliu opened his martial soul again, and the six winged angels hundreds of feet high appeared behind him.

The powerful soul power fluctuated, and a gust of wind arose, and the whole foot of the mountain was surrounded by golden soul power.

Then thousands of streams rose into the air, stood in front of the angel's soul behind him, and looked down at Yan Mengmeng.

The old voice accompanied the echo of the valley: "come to war..."

Yan Mengmeng smiled. In that case, it's a war. What about the level 99 extreme Douluo?

Thinking about it, Yan Mengmeng clenched the shadow sword in her hand and looked at the thousands of streams emitting golden light on the top.

The black soul power is distributed without money. It is the strongest attack skill - hundred step flying sword.

The soul power radiated continuously converged on Yan Mengmeng's hand holding the sword, and the shadow sword also suspended in his palm.