"Hmph! Don't be proud. Even if your soul skills are weird, what if you can defend against lightning?" Jin He saw Qi Ling look fearless and thought that his golden holy dragon armor could just ineffective lightning, so he said.

"As a strong attack soul master, can you catch up with my speed? My speed, but even the agile attack soul master is willing to take a disadvantage!"

Thunder and lightning gave Jin He a powerful attack power and lightning-like speed. But coincidentally, Qi Ling also happened to have such ability.

"Three Thousand Thunders: Lei Shun!"

Just as Jin He showed off his speed in the whole field, Qi Ling's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and then instantly appeared in front of Jin He.

Jin He was startled by Qi Ling who suddenly appeared, tripped down, and fell to the ground, and said in disbelief: "You, how could you...how could you..."

"What's impossible? You don't think your speed is really fast, right?" Qi Ling smiled, "In my eyes, you are as slow as a snail."

Qi Ling was not deliberately lying in Qi Jinhe, but because he had ignited eyes and golden eyes, he looked at Jinhe as if he was slow to release his speed. If he wanted to, Jinhe could not even hit him.

Now, no matter how Jin He activates his own thunder and lightning power and increases his speed, Qi Ling is like his own shadow, keeping a close distance from him, and looking relaxed.

This is clearly a humiliation and a ridicule of himself, but Jinhe has no choice. He has reached the maximum speed and can no longer speed up.

Everyone in the audience only felt that they saw two phantoms and kept chasing them on the ring. They couldn't help but sigh that they were very strong and seemed to be incompatible.

But only Jin He in the battle knew that the two of them were evenly matched, and he was simply being pressed and beaten! Who is this guy? How could he have such terrible strength?

Until Jin He stopped panting, Qi Ling stood in front of him without even breathing, saying, "What's wrong? I'm tired again? You can't do it young man. With this little body, how can you become the Golden Fighting Soul?"

Jin He was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. He came to fight as a Jin Fighting Soul, not a marathon. After running for so long, how could he not be tired?

"Damn it, don't be too proud. If you have the ability, come and hit me!" Jinhe stood up and shouted loudly, "I don't believe it, you can beat me to death!"

Qi Ling and Shrek in the audience all showed incredible expressions at this time, and they simply wondered if they had heard it wrong. Jin He actually asked Qi Ling to beat him? Do you really don’t want to live anymore?

"Oh my god, there are still real warriors in this world! Such courage is unprecedented, and it is unlikely that there will be something behind you!" Oscar said in admiration.

"Maybe Jin He is an M, and it may not be necessary to fall in love with Boss Qi!" Ma Hongjun said in a slutty manner, "After all, Boss Qi looks like a man and a woman!"

"What are you talking about, you are fat!" Xiao Wu said unhappily, "I dare to talk nonsense anymore, I won't teach you a lesson! Do you also want to try my eight-stage fall?"

"Ah? I dare not, Miss Xiao Wu, I was wrong!" Ma Hongjun hurriedly begged for mercy.

Yu Xiaogang, who was standing beside him, carefully analyzed: "This Jinhe should want to rely on his own lightning to protect his body, so as to injure Qi Ling."

"What? How could there be such a stupid person?" Dai Mubai said in surprise, "Even his own full attack can't do anything about Qi Ling. What effect can his own counter-injury play?"

"You can't say that. After all, when he attacks, Qi Ling is in a defensive position." Yu Xiaogang continued, "and if a person attacks, he will inevitably relax his defense. This is what Jinhe bets on."

"Then, will Qi Ling be in danger?" Ning Rongrong couldn't help asking.

"If Jinhe gets another soul ring, there may be a chance. After all, his martial soul is also considered a top-notch martial soul." Yu Xiaogang said.

"But now...you can celebrate Qi Ling's first victory today soon."

After hearing Jin He's request, Qi Ling looked dark. Could it be that Jin He really has any special hobbies? He has never seen such a request before, and he actually made someone beat him.

"You really want me to hit you? You can't bear this punch." Qi Ling said kindly to Jin He.

"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense. You can withstand my attack. Why can't I bear your attack?" Jin He said disbelief, "If you don't dare, then give up as soon as possible!"

"Oh, no, I mean, I'm going to say that you might just..." Qi Ling looked at Jin He with a magical look and had to say helplessly, "Oh, okay, okay, I'll just use ordinary strength."

Jin He didn't care what Qi Ling said. He was now determined to use his lightning to protect his body, and to fight back against Qi Ling, thus creating opportunities for himself.

"Don't be a mother-in-law, come quickly!" Jin He said, stunning his horse, and lightning appeared all over his body, catalyzing his lightning protection barrier to the greatest extent.

"So OK, get ready, I'm coming." Qi Ling said, slowly raising his right fist, "Balong Fist: Kong Zhen!"

When he saw Qi Ling's soul power gathering on his right fist bit by bit, Jin He couldn't help but leave a cold sweat and asked subconsciously: "Can I regret it?"

"It's too late!" Qi Ling said, and swung his punch, and suddenly the air around him sounded like a shattered sound, and huge pressure hit the Jinhe River.

Of course, Qi Ling knew that Jinhe's lightning protection barrier would be protected by lightning, and as long as he was exposed to it during attack, he would be counterattacked by lightning, causing his body to be paralyzed.

So since that's the case, as long as you don't contact him, won't it be fine?

So Qi Ling used "Balong Fist: Kongshake" to Jinhe, and directly used the vibration to attack him from the air, but he didn't even touch him.

This move was defeated by Shrek and the seven men in one blow before. Even if Qi Ling has regained his strength now, it is not something that Jinhe can resist.

If the Balong fist is released, the person who hits the fist is either injured or killed!

When Jinhe fell straight back and looked at the roof with his eyes confused, the last thought that appeared in his mind was: "What kind of perverted monster is this? Can anyone really defeat him?"

Then, Jin He lost his consciousness and fell into a coma. The referee also announced Qi Ling's victory at this time.

"The thirteenth point of the soul fighting arena, the iron soul fighting Qi Ling, fight against the golden soul fighting Jinhe, Qi Ling wins!"
Chapter completed!