Chapter 873: Quasi-Spirit Emperor!

The quasi-spirit emperor!

Not long after, the three gold characters on the stele became clear, which caused an uproar in the audience.

Even those who come to watch the title battle every time feel incredible.

Because such a title has never appeared before, it has a completely different meaning.

The quasi-spirit emperor.

Doesn't it mean that if you get this title, you will become the Spirit Emperor in the future?

If this is the case, the meaning of the Hall of Titles is also different from what people imagined.

Title battles aren't just about getting a nice title, it's about signaling the person's future accomplishments.

Those who have obtained the Little Sword Master will really be able to become Sword Master after being guided by inheritance.

Therefore, the top leaders of the major spirit clans are all sending messages to the disciples of the spirit clan on the stage, and they are bound to win this title.

Jiang Chen was also itchy, and the title of three gold characters was quite attractive.

However, this is destined to have nothing to do with the human race, but a battle between the spirit race.

"The title of three gold characters appeared so soon, maybe there will be four or even five characters this time."

"What kind of title would that be? Especially when the two races of humans and spirits fight in the end."

"How can this be figured out."

Amidst the discussion, a large number of spirit races have appeared in the air.

Huo Zhengyu, Wu Ziming, Fei Yu and Saintess of the Ice Spirit Clan, and Xia Yiming, the prince of the Blood Shadow Dynasty.

In addition, three of the six masked people also went up.

Among them was the person Jiang Chen suspected, the man wearing a pure black mask.

"It's definitely going to be the best fight ever."

"Surprisingly, there will still be spirit races who don't make a move. Could it be that the title of quasi-spirit emperor can't attract them?"

Generally speaking, the failure of the Spirit Race can be understood as insufficient strength.

But the three masked men still stayed where they were, as if they didn't like this title, which made people feel puzzled.

In any case, the lineup of the group of Eldar in the sky is already very strong.

Not to mention the representative geniuses of the major spirit races, the saintesses of the Ice Spirit Race, and the princes of the Blood Shadow Dynasty are all of extraordinary status and will not take action easily.

A group of people makes the sky seem crowded, and it feels like there are not enough of them to display.

The geniuses of the Spirit Race looked at each other, and they were all silent.

The onlookers didn't dare to show their anger, for fear of disturbing this unprecedented battle.

In the end, the battle still started, and they all first shot at the people around them, using all their strength to clear the obstacles.

In less than a minute at the beginning, someone was eliminated, and it was continuous.

The more people there are, the bigger the gap will be, and the weaker spirit race can't stand at all.

When the speed of elimination began to slow down, the battle in the air also reached a fever pitch.

"Holy Fire Order!"

Huo Zhengyu completely entered spiritualization and turned into a burning man.

After kicking an opponent out, he sealed his hands on his chest and cast a terrible spirit spell.

The flames spread from him, trying to swallow the entire sky, and the enemies in it could only be attacked.

All the spirit tribes ignored their opponents and began to resist the holy fire.

"The Sixth Level of Fire's Profound Truth... The Spirit Race really has a terrifying comprehension in the Profound Truth of Martial Arts."

Jiang Chen could also see the power of that holy fire, if he was in it and was faced with this trick unexpectedly, it would be impossible for him to be safe.

"Kamikaze is like me!"

Before the holy fire burned, Wu Ziming turned into a gust of wind, swirled the holy fire, and attacked the surrounding enemies.

"Fantasy Bubble!"

The saintess of the Ice Spirit Race once again showed her unique skills. She was hit by the wind and fire and turned into broken ice, and her real body disappeared.

"The combination of wind and fire is really perfect."

"The point is that Huo Zhengyu had no intention of cooperating at all. It was Wu Ziming who relied on his own ability to turn the wind into his means of attack."

Seeing such a wonderful scene, some people couldn't help but agree.

"Six Paths Excalibur!"

The flying feather of the Ice Spirit Tribe was wearing a feather coat again, he was like a bird in the air, avoiding the holy flame.

However, the sacred flame was about to invade almost every corner of the sky, and Fei Yu had to resist it.

He showed his sharpness, spun quickly, and smashed the approaching holy flame!

The other part of the Spirit Race couldn't bear the holy fire, so they all withdrew from the battlefield and lost their qualifications.

In a blink of an eye, there were less than ten people left in the sky.

"rise!"

Suddenly, the person wearing the pure black mask also used his real skills, and watching his energy fluctuations is also a kind of spiritual art.

There is no doubt that he is a spirit child in the spirit race!

He held the handprint in his right hand and held it up high. A black hole appeared in the holy flame sea, and the powerful suction absorbed all the spiritual spells of all people.

The most frightening thing is that the black hole gets these energies and turns into a black ball, which is divided into two, and then into four... Every time it divides, the volume will shrink.

When it became the size of a marble, there were already more than twenty black balls.

"go!"

He spread his five fingers, and hit the black balls in all directions, each black ball has various spiritual powers.

When flying out, energy is released.

Like a spring pressed to its limit, the black ball exploded, turning the sky into a forbidden area.

"What kind of spirit technique is this?!"

The human race present couldn't help being stunned. There was no trace of such a spiritual technique at all, and they didn't know how it was done.

Even Jiang Chen furrowed his brows tightly.

At the same time, with screams, the air was cleared, leaving only six people.

Huo Zhengyu, Wu Ziming, the saintess of the Ice Spirit Tribe, and three masked figures.

As for Fei Yu, not only was he eliminated, but he was also severely injured, and he would not be able to recover for a while, which is also pitiful.

Fortunately, the Ice Spirit Race still has saintesses on it, so it doesn't count as annihilated.

"However, Huo Zhengyu and Wu Ziming are indeed not weak."

Jiang Chen thought to himself, it's much better than Fan Yao, Han Qianye and others.

Thinking of Song Hao and Jiang Zhe walking together with these two people, Jiang Chen gradually understood.

Fan Yao and Han Qianye can be regarded as geniuses in the fourth house, while Huo Zhengyu and others are in the fifth house, just like him.

What Jiang Chen is more concerned about now is the three masked men, whose strength is obviously more terrifying.

"Huo Zhengyu..."

Suddenly, a masked man spoke, with a special magnetism in his voice, which made it difficult to distinguish between men and women.

No one heard the words clearly, but Huo Zhengyu's expression changed, and he retreated to the high platform without saying a word.

He actually abstained voluntarily!

From the looks of it, the masked man who spoke knew Huo Zhengyu, and it was very likely that he was a spirit child of the Fire Spirit Clan.

Because Huo Zhengyu didn't look unwilling or angry.

People looked at the masked man, who was wearing a black suit, and the painting on the mask was more complicated.

In a sea of ​​flames, a fire phoenix is ​​rising.

"The quasi-spirit emperor is mine, the fire is ruthless, I don't want to kill the talents of the spirit clan."

He looked at the others and said something like this, hoping that others would also understand and leave.

According to him, the reason why Huo Zhengyu was asked to abstain was not because he wanted to give in, but because he didn't want to accidentally hurt him!

This made Wu Ziming hesitate and feel tricky.

"Let's speak according to our ability!"

The last masked man won't give in easily, a sword appears in his hand!

This made Jiang Chen focus on him all of a sudden.