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Chapter 499, The lonely shadow of peerless elegance, the Nine Thunder Emperor! [4]

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong have changed their martial souls for various reasons and the change of some people, and even the two of them thought that more martial soul fusion skills were not impossible.

Now Yi Ren Yixiong is the martial soul fusion technique led by the goddess of light butterfly, with the strongest characteristics of the spiritual eye martial soul.

The tall and flawless woman stared at Yang Yu and raised her right hand gently.

"Come."

Yang Yu smiled indifferently, not only did not retreat, but instead accelerated, and rushed directly towards the figure. Thunder boiled above the Nine Cang Demon Armor.

"The light of the soul!"

In the goddess's hand, the blue light condensed together, and after a while, it turned into a blue light, which directly impacted and swept towards Yang Yu.

"break!"

Yang Yu stepped forward and his right fist directly blasted out. Countless Nine Cang Demon Thunders gathered, shaking the blue column of light with a bang.

"Boom!" In an instant, blue light and Jiucang Demon Thunder filled the entire soul fighting platform, turning into a chaotic place.

Yang Yu's body steadily moved forward, and the blue light column was actually destroyed by Yang Yu's punch.

"..." Yiren looked at Yang Yu who was rushing toward him in tears, frowned, and slapped his right hand again, and wisps of blue light gathered on it.

This time, Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao recovered all their soul power and used two sausages that could improve their full attributes by 100%. Therefore, the strength of this Yiren Yiting is really much stronger than the Golden Road.

"Thunder Emperor Fist!"

Yang Yu stared at Yiren and burst out with tears, and the Nine Cang Demon Thunder was raging wildly.

"boom!"

Yiren's right hand, which was slapped in tears, touched Yang Yu's Thunder Emperor Fist, and there was another shocking energy between the two of them swept around.

However, Yang Yu stood with all his strength and had no hiding battle at all. Even though Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong used the martial soul fusion technique, they were still at a disadvantage.

Because, Yiren, who was swinging in the blue long skirt, burst out with tears. If it weren't for the pair of pure blue butterfly wings appearing behind her, she would probably have fallen out of the Soul Fighting Platform.

Around the Soul Fighting Platform, the students watching the game were filled with shock, because Yang Yu's strength was a bit so strong that they couldn't react.

After all, the moment Yiren burst into tears, they were impressed by the goddess, so they already thought in their hearts that Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong would win.

However, now that they saw their goddess being instantly repelled and fell below, they were both worried and incredible.

"You can't eat enough martial soul fusion skills, you are not strong enough!"

Yang Yu stared at Yiren and spoke in tears. He was a level 37 soul master, and his soul ring was purple-purple and black, and he was fearless.

"..." Yi Ren in the air burst into tears when he heard Yang Yu's words, and his beautiful eyebrows immediately frowned. A hint of discomfort rose in his gem-like eyes.

"You have to accept it if you don't accept it!"

Yang Yu looked at Yiren with tears in his eyes. In his hand, the Nine Cang Demon Thunder condensed again, and a thunderous bow appeared in Yang Yu's hand.

Jiucang Hundred Soldier Seal, Jiucang Thunder Bow!

"Be careful, if I shoot one by one, you and Huo Yuhao will inevitably be seriously injured."

Yang Yu raised his hand directly, and thunder shone on the Jiucang Demon Armor, and the Jiucang Thunder Bow in Yang Yu's hands was pulled by Yang Yu, and a bow and arrow condensed by thunder was placed on it, aiming at Yi Ren Yixie.

"You're too much, shooting me with a bow, thinking what I am?"

Yiren finally spoke in tears, her voice was like a lark, gentle and crisp.

"Zheng!"

However, with the sound of an arrow breaking away from the string, the thunder arrow shot in an instant to Yiren Yicheng.

"snort!"

Yiren's face was filled with anger and his body moved horizontally to avoid the arrow.

However, although the arrow did not hurt her, it tore a sleeve of her blue long skirt, revealing her skin as white as mutton fat.

"Come again!" He had already pulled the bow and arrow, and once again pulled the Jiucang Lei Bow a full string.

"Yu Hao, it's a gift to you. I'll wish you some help."

Old Yi in Huo Yuhao's mind could sense that Yang Yu was stronger than Yi Ren's tears. A wisp of his black shadow was separated and penetrated into Yi Ren's tears's body.

"this……"

Yiren Yiting just avoided Yang Yu's second arrow, and the next second he felt a terrifying energy gushing out of her body, and Yiren Yiting's breath began to rise step by step almost instantly.

"Um?"

Yang Yu frowned, and the Jiucang Lei Bow that had just been pulled dissipated directly, and looked at Yiren with tears in his eyes.

"I am not weak at all now than the Soul Emperor who has just broken through."

Yiren's tears were led by Wang Dong. After receiving all the energy of Yi Lao, his blue eyes were filled with shock.

"The only one who can do this is the undead mage, Mr. Yi." Yang Yu frowned slightly and looked at Yi Ren with all concentration in tears.

"The light of the soul!"

After Yiren came back to her senses, she looked directly at Yang Yu, a smile rose in her eyes, and a blue beam of light swept out from her right hand.

"Thunder Emperor Fist!" Yang Yu's face was solemn, and he condensed his fist marks again, and hit the blue light column with a bang.

"Bang!"

However, this time, the blue light column directly flooded Yang Yu, impacting the entire ground of the Soul Fighting Platform into a crushing powder.

"..." The surroundings were silent in an instant, and I looked at this scene incredibly.

"Strong, very strong, I'm afraid I have infinite power to get close to the Soul Emperor!"

However, the blue light column had just dissipated, and in the big hole, Yang Yu, who had broken magic armor, stood up, looked at Yiren with tears, and sighed, the power of the demigod-level old Yi is indeed far greater than that of anyone in Douluo Continent.

"Can you still stand up?" Yiren's eyes were shocked. Although Yang Yu was covered in blood, he was still tall.

"Then I can only take out my bottom-up methods!"

Yang Yu looked at Yiren with tears, raised his hands, and on his right hand, the Nine Cang Demon Thunder was lingering, and on his left hand, a small halberd floated quietly.

"Twin martial souls?"

In an instant, the entire soul fighting platform and the people around him stood up, their eyes full of disbelief.

Wang Dong is a twin martial soul, and they can still accept it, so at most they are shocked.

But Yang Yu himself is so evil, and now he has become a twin martial soul again. How can they treat it calmly?

"Fused with your own martial soul!"

Yang Yu snorted coldly, and his hands, which had two martial souls, slapped each other suddenly.

"laugh……"

A few seconds later, wisps of black thunder floated out from Yang Yu's hands, covering Yang Yu's body.

However, it did not condense into any armor, but instead destroyed Yang Yu's upper body clothes. Line-like thunder began to be engraved on Yang Yu's body and turned into mysterious divine patterns.

When Yang Yu's hands separated, the Jiu Cang Demon Thunder and the Jiu Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji disappeared, and above Yang Yu's body, the mysterious divine pattern began to shine, making Yang Yu look like a divine destiny.

Especially the chaotic eyes that turned into infinite dark thunder, like divine eyes, which could evolve into the chaotic thunder sea and open up the world.

"Own martial soul fusion technique."

Yang Yu raised his head, looked at Yiren with tears in his eyes, and his figure completely changed, with a power of the imperial way.

"The gorgeous lonely shadow, the Nine Cang Lei Emperor!"

The divine patterns on Yang Yu's body suddenly burst out with dazzling divine patterns. Immediately afterwards, behind Yang Yu's body, a pitch-black thunder throne condensed and hanged behind Yang Yu.

And Yang Yu stood there, his divine patterns shining, like a world-class god king and a peerless thunder emperor.

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