On the challenge arena, the spear was full of light.

Mo Wugui is called the first day general of the heavenly god palace. His strength is naturally not weak. He holds a dark long gun in one hand. The war spirit alone is shrouded like a ten thousand foot mountain, which makes the crowd feel uncomfortable to breathe, and even Yuanhai becomes extremely sluggish.

"Let's go." Mo Wugui looked at Ye Chen, as if he wanted to see through what ye Chen thought in his heart.

Ye Chen's face is a little dignified, and Mo Wugui's strength is very strong. He had a deep understanding of this when he was in the 13th divine palace. Although his strength is not weak now, he still can't be careless when he can't show his soul formula.

Moreover, Mo Wugui's sudden invitation to fight is likely to be a temptation. Ye Chen must be more careful and never expose his identity.

"War!"

Leaf dust spits out a word sound. Suddenly, on his body, a thick dark Zhenyuan roars, enveloping his body. Strands of bright moonlight surround the void, making the space buzzing and shaking.

"It seems that ye Chen is not ready to admit defeat." the crowd was surprised. Originally, they thought Ye Chen would admit defeat directly. Who knows, ye Chen not only wants to fight, but also has a vague trend of going all out. It seems that this war will be very wonderful.

Mo Wugui felt Ye Chen's sense of war. The spear on the long gun was more and more fierce, as if to tear the space. A force of soul emanated from him and shrouded Ye Chen's body.

Since it is the best shot, then Mo Wugui will not hide his clumsiness. At the first time, he also showed his soul formula.

Ye Chen stepped forward and blew his fists. Suddenly, the endless moonlight condensed in his hands. The moonlight was extremely sharp. He cut off all the sharp spears and burst out bursts of harsh sounds.

Seeing this, the crowd felt a little surprised. On Mo Wugui's body, countless spears shrouded in Ye Chen. At the same time, the footsteps suddenly crossed. The long gun was like a sea angry dragon, with a roaring roar, stabbing Ye Chen's chest.

"Lack of moon!"

Ye Chen didn't dodge. He spit out a word indifferently. The sharp moonlight fell on the sky and condensed in front of him. It swept out like a world shaking crazy knife. However, any gun that touched the moonlight immediately turned into nothingness, without any exception.

"Angry dragon spear!" Mo Wugui shouted angrily. The spear awn burst and condensed into an incomparably solid angry dragon, which collided with the moonlight.

The whole space, first fell into a dead silence, then roared, and the extremely terrible strong wind swept out, tearing countless cracks on the ground, several feet deep.

"Back off!" when the crowd saw this scene, they were scared to death and stepped back madly.

In the field of vision, the huge challenge arena was full of spears, dark and fierce. Even the slightest bit of heaven and earth power did not exist. Mo Wugui stood in the center of the challenge arena, filled with a misty gray air flow.

"Wu soul!"

Ye Chen stood at the edge of the challenge arena and reached out to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth. His eyes scanned around. All he could see were sharp spears, overlapping and overlapping, as if he were in a different world.

This is the power of Wu soul.

Wu soul, which exists in the deepest soul of practitioners, is not only a symbol of the powerful, but also represents absolute power.

The martial spirits understood by every strong saint are different, either violent or fierce, representing the deepest thoughts of the practitioner's soul.

Mo Wugui is the first day general of the heavenly god palace. He is in charge of the criminal law, annihilating evil and punishing evil. In his heart, he is overbearing. Then the martial spirit he understands will be particularly overbearing. He will crush his opponent with an unparalleled attitude and make him helpless to surrender.

The crowd looked at Mo Wugui like the God of heaven, and their hearts were full of shock. Unexpectedly, Mo Wugui also understood the martial spirit except Fang Han and Han Xiaozi. I'm afraid he is also qualified to win the first place in the Imperial War.

As for ye Chen, there was little chance of winning. Now it can be said that he has no chance.

"Break it for me!"

On Ye Chen's body, a terrible dark, crazy roar of Zhenyuan roared. Zhenyuan filled the air and spread around the body, endless, as if to devour everything.

"It's wishful thinking to break my martial spirit with the power of Zhenyuan." Mo Wugui turned his arm, pulled out a gun flower with a long gun, swept down the sky, and easily tore the dark Zhenyuan.

However, at this moment, ye Chen burst out endless moonlight, which formed a strong contrast with the surrounding dark Zhenyuan. The black awn was rampant, and the moonlight roared. One was dark and the other was snow-white.

"Congealing!"

With Ye Chen's cheering, the terrible dark Zhenyuan rolled in Ye Chen's palm, and the endless moonlight slowly integrated into it. The two distinct forces collided with each other and condensed into a black-and-white demon lotus.

Mo Wu was ecstatic in his heart. His eyes focused on the black-and-white demon lotus, trying to find a sense of familiarity.

But in the end, he was disappointed.

From the black-and-white demon lotus, he felt the smell of terror, but he didn't feel any sense of familiarity. Was it because he guessed wrong that ye Chen was not the thief?

The power of the black-and-white demon lotus in his hand gradually gathered to the peak. Ye Chen said nothing and suddenly threw out his palm. The power of the black-and-white demon lotus is so terrible, hard and soft, and has a terrible power to destroy everything, so people dare not look directly at it.

"Gun soul!"

Mo Wugui immediately returned to normal, his eyes solidified, a hazy light bloomed from the black spear, the spear swept out, and the whole space began to crack. Even the black-and-white demon lotus appeared dense cracks.

The gun soul is extremely fierce and full of domineering spirit. Even though the black-and-white demon lotus is strong, it is finally condensed by Zhenyuan.

In essence, the two are very different.

"You have lost." Mo Wugui's voice suddenly reached Ye Chen's ears.

In front of him, holding a long gun, he tore the black-and-white demon lotus with an arrogant attitude, and Zhenyuan collapsed. The endless gun awn twinkled like a star and approached Ye Chen.

"Ye Chen is defeated."

The crowd also sighed slightly. Ye Chen's strongest demon lotus was easily broken by Mo Wugui. In this war, the victory and defeat have been divided.

"Oh? Really?"

Ye Chen's eyes were extremely tough and did not lose at all. His hands hidden in his sleeve robe suddenly poked out. In addition to the dark Zhenyuan, there were countless golden brilliance, which suddenly swept into the void.

The golden radiance is array pattern, ancient array pattern.

The roaring sound came out. Under the surprised eyes of the crowd, a huge golden array was condensed in an instant. A bird and beast bathed in the golden awn flapped its wings and cut through the void. Everywhere it passed, there was a violent sound.

"Five level array, what can you do?" Mo Wugui felt disdain. He had entered the holy way and understood the martial spirit. He could almost ignore the five level array.

But at the moment when the voice fell, there was a tingling feeling in his mind. When he moved his eyes, he saw Ye Chen standing in front of him. His eyes had already turned golden.