As soon as the cold dragon appeared, it rushed directly towards the spear that the barbarian god stabbed into, the huge dragon's mouth opened, and a terrifying cold current of spiritual power rushed out of its mouth.

As soon as the cold snap appeared, it enveloped the spear in the hand of the barbarian god.

In an instant, there was a layer of frost covering the spear that pierced violently, and at the same time, an even more terrifying cold snap continued to shroud the spear.

In the blink of an eye, the whole spear was wrapped in a terrible cold.

The frost turned into ice, and the spear froze. The terrifying aura before was also frozen by the ice, and the ice spread rapidly.

The spear spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it spread to the huge arm of the barbarian god, freezing his arm as well.

But Han Bing had no intention of stopping like this, and spread wildly again, spreading away against the huge body of the barbarian god.

"Damn, why are these ice powers so strong?" Ouyang Ying, who was on the shoulder of the barbarian god, watched the cold ice spread, and his expression changed greatly.

The furious spiritual power turned into flames, and quickly rushed towards the ice, trying to dispel the ice with the flames.

It's just that when the flames met the ice, those spiritual flames were frozen in an instant, and there was no resistance at all.

The cold ice spread rapidly, and in an instant, it had already spread to the shoulders of the barbarian god, Ouyang Ying saw that his spiritual power flames had no effect on these cold ice, and with a little tiptoe, he quickly fled towards the void behind him.

The power of this ice was so terrifying that he didn't dare to let it touch him.

"You'd better not run. At the moment when Ouyang Ying's body just retreated, Mo Xiaotian's figure had already appeared in front of him.

The cold voice spread, and Mo Xiaotian slapped Ouyang Ying's chest directly with a palm.

"Bang!"

The terrifying power slapped on Ouyang Ying's chest, and suddenly, a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, and his body shot backwards towards the battle platform like a broken kite.

Mo Xiaotian followed closely and smashed out several punches at Ouyang Ying's body.

"Bang, bang......"

The muffled sound continued to spread, and every punch of Mo Xiaotian fell fiercely on Ouyang Ying's body. His face gradually turned pale, and the terrifying aura of spiritual power gradually withered.

"Boom!"

Ouyang Ying's body was directly smashed on the battle platform by Mo Xiaotian's violent attack, and a deafening sound sounded.

"Poof...... Ouyang Ying spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and his face was extremely pale.

Lying on the battle platform, he was already like a dead dog, and he couldn't even move. Mo Xiaotian's previous violent punches had completely hit him hard, if his cultivation wasn't strong enough, otherwise Mo Xiaotian's punches would have killed him.

Mo Xiaotian's body fell from the void, one foot trampled on Ouyang Ying's chest, but his eyes looked at the strong man below, and said lightly: "But who else wants to challenge me?"

"Wow!"

"Ouyang Ying was defeated like this?"

The strong man in the square below looked at Ouyang Ying, who was trampled under Mo Xiaotian's feet, and was in an uproar again, looking at Ouyang Ying, who had shown incomparable strength, being trampled under Mo Xiaotian's feet like a dead dog at this time.

Many people didn't dare to look at Mo Xiaotian's gaze, so they could only turn their heads.

But there was an incomparable shock in his heart, Mo Xiaotian's defeat of Han Lingzi had already made many strong people jealous of Mo Xiaotian, and now even Ouyang Ying, a terrifying powerhouse, was completely defeated in the hands of Mo Xiaotian, and their fear of Mo Xiaotian in their hearts was even stronger.

"Wang Yang, do you want us to make a move now?" The three Wang Yang on the edge of the square watched Mo Xiaotian trample Ouyang Ying under their feet, but they were not too shocked.

The fact that he was able to fight with Zhang Qiang, a strong man of the Nine Grades of the Psychic Mirror, for a long time without being defeated, already showed how strong his strength was.

Ouyang Ying was defeated, there is no doubt about it. They had already guessed this ending, if even Ouyang Ying and Mo Xiaotian couldn't defeat him, then he wouldn't be qualified to let Zhang Qiang pay a big price and have a few of his own people deal with him.

"Keep waiting, I didn't just let Ouyang Ying, a waste, test Mo Xiaotian. ”

Wang Yang smiled faintly, and Yang Yang was in a hurry to make a move. He arranged two groups of people to test Mo Xiaotian today, wanting to see how strong Mo Xiaotian's strength was, and then decide how to deal with him.

"It's okay, this kid's combat power is a bit beyond imagination, let those cannon fodder consume his spiritual power, and then we can kill him more easily. The old man smiled again, and did not rush to make a move.

However, the middle-aged man beside them was a little breathless, looking at Mo Xiaotian's arrogant appearance of stepping on Ouyang Ying, he couldn't wait to attack Mo Xiaotian now and kill him here.

"Ahem..... Mo Xiaotian, you take my feet away for me. Ouyang Ying, who was lying on the battle platform, coughed violently a few times, watching his chest being trampled on by Mo Xiaotian.

He roared angrily and wanted to struggle, but now he had been severely injured, and his spiritual power could no longer be exerted. The foot that stepped on his chest was like a mountain he couldn't resist, suppressing him to death. No matter how much he struggles, it will not help.

In the void, a huge humanoid ice sculpture stood, Mo Xiaotian stepped on Ouyang Ying, glanced at the ice sculpture in the void, and said lightly: "Explosion!"

Suddenly, the ice sculpture suspended in the void exploded. The originally huge barbarian god turned into a sky of ice slag and fell from the sky at this time, Mo Xiaotian looked at the falling ice slag, took a few steps back, and all those ice slags fell on Ouyang Ying's body.

"Boom, la......." The ice slag all fell on Ouyang Ying's body, completely burying his body in it.

On the huge battle platform, there was an extra pile of ice slag. The cold air was fierce, and the frost spread around the battle platform around the ice slag.

"Chemistry. Mo Xiaotian spat out a word, and the ice slag that buried Ouyang Ying suddenly turned into a pile of ice water, and then disappeared on the battle platform.

Ouyang Ying's body also disappeared on the battle platform at the same time, and the ice water quickly disappeared, and the battle platform was already clean. It was as if Ouyang Ying had never appeared, but he did not appear, but was completely wiped out by Mo Xiaotian.

Several streams of light burst out from the place where Ouyang Ying was staying just now, and they were held in Mo Xiaotian's hands.

These are three Qiankun rings, he looked at the Qiankun rings in his hand and smiled faintly.