Chapter 957 (1/2)

”You are the soul emperor?” Yang Qiuyu glanced at the old man with green eyes on the other side, and his red lips pursed a smile: ”it doesn't look so good ~”

this sentence instantly angered the audience of 400000. The abuse came one after another. It was as ugly as it was.

If it wasn't for Xinglan temple, which doesn't allow littering in the arena, I'm afraid the challenge arena would have been in a mess.

For those people's abuse, Yang Qiuyu regarded it as a group of dogs barking at the sky.

The soul emperor is a white haired old man. He is wrapped in a broad purple robe and can't see his hands and feet. He feels a little out of harmony.

However, Yang Qiuyu's provocative words made the spirit power of the soul emperor burst out in an instant.

Two stars in the sea

Yang Qiuyu's face changed slightly.

It seems that among the contestants in this competition, the level of Zhongyu should be the worst, but she still has some difficulty in facing the strong stars.

”Little girl, pay for your ignorance.”

With a cold smile, Hun Di Sen let out half of his broken teeth. As soon as his hair was thrown, his long white hair suddenly stretched the distance and attacked Yang Qiuyu.

”Attack with hair?”

Yang Qiuyu's pretty face sank, his feet stepped on strange steps, and his figure flashed on the challenge arena.

Although she has been very fast, but those hair is extremely difficult, even from all directions began to encircle her.

At the moment, the spirit emperor is like a monster, standing still and shaking his head. His hair has covered the whole challenge arena, which makes people feel sick.

Guo pangzi and others were silly in the lounge. When they came here, they saw too many strange moves, which were not recorded in the books of Fengyan Dynasty.

The Shenwu conference held by Xinglan temple is really crouching tiger, hidden dragon!

Whoosh, whoosh!

Several sword shadows were disordered by Yang Qiuyu's dance, and a wisp of white hair was cut off.

However, there is still endless hair, such as a storm in her body, the scene was uncontrollable.

”You can't run away!”

Suddenly, the soul emperor Yinyi smiles, and a wisp of hair has entangled Yang Qiuyu's ankle.

”No!”

Yang Qiuyu was shocked and was about to cut off this strand of white hair, but she didn't know that the hair in other directions was winding around her quickly. In the blink of an eye, it wrapped around her willow waist, and then it became tighter and tighter.

Seeing that Yang Qiuyu was tied up like a cocoon, everyone in chenyao Jianzong's face became gloomy. Looking back at the venue, the cry of ”soul emperor's power” resounded through the world.

”Little girl, it's over.” The soul emperor laughed with compassion. The wrinkles on his face were as numb as the bark of a dead tree.

Eyes burning with anger, Yang Qiuyu a fierce drink: ”immortal body law world!”

The voice falls, in her forehead, suddenly appeared a white snowflake, this instant, the soul emperor obviously frowned.