Boom, there was a huge roar, and the fist that Dole smashed was blocked back by this seemingly light cloud of smoke, well, the poisonous ghost in the smoke After Dole's rapid blow, the fluttering figure rushed out of the smoke, like a ghost and ghost, quickly and flutteringly behind Dole, and the green light of the 'poisonous sword' flashed quickly and quickly stabbed at Dole's back.

People move with the wind, and the prophet in his consciousness once again felt the movement of the poisonous charm power, wielding the divine whip and half-turning on the spot to slash at the power of the thorn, forcibly using the method twice in a row, the first heavy cultivation can no longer support the burst of power, and after the violent venting, it is already a strong crossbow, clenching his teeth and doing the final struggle.

When the whip slashed at the poisonous sword, a figure was fluttered upside down by the force of the powerful impact, this time it was not the opponent but Dole who flew out upside down, and the dry figure jumped over the high platform like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground with a bang, his head crooked and his eyes were blurred and his flesh and blood were closed.

There was a deathly silence under the high platform, there was no laughter, no uproar, no cheers, the fierce and short duel, the battle situation changed continuously in an instant, and all the monks were stunned as if they were still reminiscing about the exciting duel between the two sides, and they still did not come back to their senses at this moment.

On the high platform, the 'poisonous boy' poisonous charm held the magic weapon in his hand, panting and looking at the bloody young man, his eyes were full of disbelief, the kid on the 'Holy Heaven Fire Earth Mountain' ten days ago who saw that he was still running away in embarrassment actually burst out with such a powerful force today, and actually forced himself into such a situation, as well as the evil power, the horror made him almost unable to resist.

After a moment of dead silence, the Poison Sect monk finally erupted in thunderous cheers, and it was truly an exciting duel. Although such a wonderful duel should not have happened to this funny half-sized boy. The Mingfeng Sect monk shook his head and sighed, and his voice dispersed. Although the power of this unknown kid finally burst out to impress everyone. But after all, he loses, and in this competition rules where the results are measured, who cares about an eliminator.

Only the confidant squatted beside Dore, caressing the bloody face, and shouted loudly:

"Dor, wake up!"

The crystal tears of anxiety and heartache flickered between his eyes, and he couldn't help but burst into tears, but he was so dazed and helpless, and this rogue boy finally burst out of his strong will to fight. It deeply pierced the girl's heart. Thinking about the sacrifice of his life for Xiang Si Feiyu, who had always looked down on him, ten days ago, and the struggle to play with his life today, there is a strong and stubborn heart buried deep under this scoundrel's laughing action.

Only Zhou Shentong and Zhen Wuving, the two brothers of life and death, were still thinking about this little brother, and in the helpless shout, the two of them ran over in a few big steps, Zhou Shentong bent down and touched Dole's snort, and said in a low voice:

"Still angry!"

After speaking, he stretched out his hands and carried the unconscious Dole on his shoulders, and the two rushed out of the battlefield with their feet, and the two of them spread their legs and followed closely behind the two. Suddenly, Zhen Wushu turned around and said to her:

"Princess, we'll heal Dor's wounds. You'd better go back first. ”

The intimate heart stopped in his tracks, and remembered that this was a matter of other teachings, and in the eyes of others, he seemed to care too much, only with heartache and anxiety watching the figures of the two people gradually disappear outside the gate of the battlefield, and silently prayed for a scoundrel boy in his heart.

There is also a pair of beautiful eyes looking at the two disappeared figures, Le Yi has been standing in place since Doll fell from the high platform, looking at Zhou Shentong and them, and then looking at this beautiful princess who has been left for a long time, there is an indescribable emotion in her heart, a little bitterness, a little self-deprecation, and a faint worry.

This year's 'City of Fires' is particularly cold, with a light snow like catkins falling in early winter, flying snowflakes floating under the fiery red sky, and the fiery world is white and vast, and such scenery will always bloom in this city. The empty 'Holy Ancient Battlefield' was lonely, and only the majestic 'Soul Battle Platform' stood in the snow, and the other four tall wooden platforms were dismantled at some point, and today was the last day of the duel.

The fiery red of the 'Soul Battle Platform' condensed the essence of the battle soul was covered in a shallow snow at the moment, and the two genius boys stood on it against the wind and snow, looking at each other in the distance under the cold eyes, deep snow marks under their feet, and traces of footprints. Snowflakes fell on the robe, gold, fiery red, and the two colors seemed to be melted by the snowflakes and merged into this white silver makeup wrap.

'Fire Boy' Xiang Si Feiyu, 'Ya Gongzi' Long Yu? Cang Lang has finally reached the pinnacle of the duel, the two mysterious families on the continent with the art of blood inheritance, the most talented inheritor is the first real face-to-face duel, perhaps the two teenagers have been waiting for this moment in their hearts to justify the name of their family.

Fighting all the way to spill blood and tears, Long Yu? Cang Lang eliminated another genius boy 'Poison Boy' at the moment of the semi-finals, while Xiang Si Feiyu killed the last young elite of the Black Fire Academy, and the two genius boys with the highest voices finally embarked on the road to the final showdown under the gaze of all expectations.

There are thousands of monks densely clustered under the battle platform, and at this moment all the monks' eyes are only two figures on the high platform, and the observation platform is even more crowded with people, the cold wind and snow in winter cannot extinguish everyone's passion, and the heads of the people who are clustered fall under the snowflakes are full of people.

On the magnificent attic, Emperor Xiangsibo's majestic gaze looked at the handsome young man on the high platform, and there was an indescribable emotion in his heart. After today, it is the day of Xiang Sixue's punishment, I don't know if I can really cover up the truth without revealing the edge, whether this arrogant boy can move forward according to the will of the empire, the emperor who has been through the storm seems to have made the biggest bet in this life.

Knock knock, there were three exciting drumming sounds from the drummer in the pavilion, and there was a tidal wave of cheers up and down the battlefield, the most exciting moment finally came, Chu Tianya strode onto the battle platform, and announced in the face of the crowd in the pavilion as always:

"The Five Leagues Middle Cultivation Trials, the final round of the showdown has officially begun."

Xuanbi jumped off the battlefield again, and the two stared at each other silently. None of them seem to have the intention of doing it right away. This is the second time the two have faced each other since the day of the first round matchup. Dragon Feather? Cang Lang clasped his hands together and arched slightly towards Xiang Si Feiyu, smiling chicly, still with that elegant and extraordinary demeanor:

"'Fire Boy'"

"'Ya Gongzi'" Xiang Si Feiyu returned the salute and said lightly, still with the cold face and arrogant eyes.

"It is an honor for me to be able to experience the power of 'blinding', and I will definitely live up to today's hard-won showdown."

Dragon Feather? Canglang Lang continued, and when he said the last sentence, the smile suddenly disappeared and the coldness also appeared on the handsome face. In an instant, the elegant figure turned into a gust of wind and rushed towards the young man opposite, and the cold aura of slaughter was forced out from the body, filling the bitter cold air. The Long Yu family with 'perception' has always been a preemptive striker, but today 'Ya Gongzi' took the lead in attacking, perhaps because he witnessed the power of Xiangsi Feiyu, Long Yu? Canglang changed tactics.

The star-like eyes felt the murderous aura rushing to their faces, the black pupils shrank suddenly, the handsome figure was also not sluggish, and the fierce qi poured out at a radiant speed and rushed towards the opposite figure, and the two arrogant teenagers were unwilling to lose to their opponents in momentum.

Two powerful 'aura's aura spread rapidly with the whirring cold wind. Spread to the bottom of the battle platform, and the monks under the battle platform felt this powerful slaughter. The fierce qi, the chest was suppressed and almost suffocated, although they all knew that this would be a tragic duel, but as soon as they fought, the two sides erupted with such a powerful momentum, which still exceeded the limit of everyone's psychological endurance.

The moment when the two swift figures were about to collide, Long Yu? Cang Lang slammed down the landscape fan in his hand, and the fan surface quickly opened with the drawn hand and pulled out a flash of electric light to slash at Xiangsi Feiyu, the moment the body of the 'Feiquan Sword' was activated, it was already in his hand, and the fire blade stabbed directly at the opposite figure.

Boom, two rays of light collided, Long Yu? The figure of Cang Lang Feichong rotated twice like a whirlwind with the force of the collision, and finally rotated behind Xiangsi Feiyu, this is the advantage of 'perception', no matter when the opponent bursts out of power, he can always capture the size of the opponent's strength in an instant, and quickly make the next tactical choice.

The body rotated behind the opponent, facing a large piece of empty door, and with one hand swinging down again, another lightning cut through the fluttering snowflakes and slashed at the tough figure, Long Yu? Cang Lang is determined to use speed to pierce the power of the 'blind eyes'.

The first round of attacks did not cast the pupil technique, it was the time to accumulate an explosion, and at the moment when the opponent's body rotated, the fire flashed between the black pupils again, and the flames began to burn again. Call it a genius, not only rigid power, but also wisdom, Long Yu? Cang Lang has been pondering tactics against 'blinding', and Xiang Si Feiyu is also studying the power of 'perception', when Long Yu? At the moment when Cang Lang took the lead, the 'Fire Boy' had already guessed the other party's general intentions.

At the moment when the electric light slashed at the tough figure, boom, a blazing flame burned out of thin air, enveloping the figure in a sea of fire, boom, the electric light slashed into the flames, as if it had touched a copper wall, and it could no longer go deeper. His eyes were deep, he didn't expect the opponent's defensive speed to be just as fast, Long Yu? Cang Lang rushed out after this blow, widening the distance between him and Xiangsi Feiyu.

It's the 'Shield of Fire' again, and the 'subtlety' that has reached the second level of 'perception' has detected the attribute of strength at the moment when the opponent's power erupts, and before the attack is over, he knows that his attack cannot break through the opponent's defense, and after the opponent's defense, he must be the first to launch a counterattack, as long as his own defense is not in place, even if the opponent's attack is weak, it can also cause huge damage to himself.

The flames disappeared, and Xiang Si Feiyu slowly turned around and faced the opponent in the distance, the opponent retreated so quickly that the swift counterattack he had prepared seemed impossible to unfold.

The battlefield was as silent as death, the two sides attacked and defended like lightning, and all the people watching the battle quickly, whether it was the monks in the audience or the crowd on the observation platform, did not come back to their senses, such a fierce attack at close range, the slightest negligence would spill blood on the battlefield. I can't even see it, so there's still time to do superfluous movements.

After a fierce fight, the two sides actually gave up the attack at the same time, and seemed to be afraid of each other's blood inheritance technique, and confronted each other for a while? Cang Lang began to shake the fan lightly again, and in the face of Xiang Si Feiyu's rapid offensive and defensive transition, the rapid attack was already difficult to work, and he began to wait and see what he was good at, and then attacked.

The still tough figure rushed towards each other like a firelight again, and just when everyone didn't know when the duel between the two would start again, Xiangsi Feiyu had already launched an attack, waiting for it had never been the style of the Xiangsi family. Under the figure of the sword flying with the movement of the person, the fiery red light of the 'Feiquan Sword' was flourishing, and a ball of flames was pulled out of the air and rushed towards Long Yu? Cang Lang, the gently swaying painting fan flew in the wind, and a flash of lightning slashed towards the flames, and he had already sensed that this was just a trick to cover the eyes.

The electric light split, and the burning flames flew away and turned into two flame wings, flying towards Fengya's figure from both sides, and a chuckle flashed at the corner of his mouth, Long Yu? Cang Lang threw it with one hand, and the painting fan suddenly became more than ten times larger, like a huge door covering the flames that were flying towards it, and at the same time, Fengya's figure was also hidden under the giant fan.

After the long sword pulled out the 'Fire Dancing Wings', another spell was cast one after another, and the interval between the two spells was only in the blink of an eye, just to use this continuous attack to drag down the limit of 'perception'. Just as the other party threw out the fan, his eyes were fiery red again, and the burning fire seemed to melt between his eyes.

A molten flame of blazing heat covered most of the 'Soul Battle Platform' molten flames, and the overwhelming momentum poured down in mid-air, covering the huge painting fan and the figure below, and the blazing heat instantly dissolved everything under the cover. The flames disappeared and the flowing molten flames came, so fierce and so without warning, such a large area of molten flames, even if you were fast, you couldn't escape the covered area, Xiang Si Feiyu finally used his whole body mana to cast the second order of blinding 'fire melting'.

The figure under the huge painting fan no longer has the elegance and calmness of the past, when the fiery red light flashed through the eyes of Xiang Si Feiyu, one foot stomped on the ground and smashed vertically with a single fist and shouted, this is the French style of condensing the 'spiritual power' of the Wuliang Temple, and the two-order 'spiritual power' can increase the deity by four percent, Long Yu? Cang Lang's exercises instantly broke through the fourfold realm 'Xuanwu'.

The final showdown is a clash of powers.

The mountains and rivers in the giant fan actually moved up and flowed rapidly and shook a few times, and finally disappeared into the void like a dream, the blue sky and white clouds in the painting were instantly covered with dark clouds, a trend of torrential rain and downpouring, the dragon feather under the giant fan? Cang Lang hurriedly recited the secret secret, and the exercises that condensed the two orders of 'spiritual power' were all devoted to this final outburst.

Crackling, crackling, the dark clouds of the painting fan in the sky flashed and roared, five or six lightning bolts opened their teeth and claws as if to tear apart the sky in the painting, the violently flickering electric light rushed out to sweep away the snowflakes flying in the air, the roaring roar resounded through the empty 'Shenggu' battlefield, and an inch of square land in the painting could also be earth-shattering.

The painting fan called 'Electric Disease', the ultimate power is on the power of this electric light, the blazing molten flames overturned down to bury the giant fan, 'Ya Gongzi' quickly grabbed the handle of the fan with both hands, and in the sound of loud shouts, his hands swung out heavily. (To be continued......)