The onlookers hadn't noticed anything wrong, but they did.

He was surprised and annoyed, glared at Qin Shuangshuang coldly, and immediately made a decision to withdraw.

With a wave of his right hand, Qin Shuangshuang quickly cut off the path of the spirit.

"Do you want to go, have you asked me?" Qin Shuangshuang's cold voice carried a terrifying richness, full of extremely powerful coercion.

Ling's way up was cut off, and he lowered his eyes and snorted coldly, but since he couldn't go, then he didn't go, let's fight to the death, he wanted to see if Qin Shuangshuang was really lucky.

There was no nonsense, Lingshang turned around and sealed to attack Qin Shuangshuang.

Desperate fighting, the output of spiritual power carries the momentum of devouring everything.

Qin Shuangshuang's body violently "exhaled", and the raging seven-colored flames "burned" all over his body, and a purple gold light flashed in his eyes, facing the spiritual attack and counterattacking him.

This time, the two of them fought faster, and they were overwhelmed by the onlookers, and their eyes couldn't keep up with their figures at all, and they couldn't see their attacks clearly.

I saw the spiritual power collide again and again, and the shining spiritual light pierced their eyes, and the powerful momentum rushed towards them again and again, rushing their chests, and they had to jointly set up a defensive barrier in front of them.

After a dark fight, there was a loud "bang", and Lingshang was knocked into the wall of the training building, and then with a "boom", half of the building collapsed.

In the dust, Lingshang struggled to avoid the burial, stood next to the ruins, clutched his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He gasped fiercely, gritted his teeth, and glared at Qin Shuangshuang on the other side viciously like a distant god of war, he had never been so embarrassed since he was taught, and he was resentful for a while.

Qin Shuangshuang looked at him with a smile in his eyes, hooked his lips and said lightly: "Xuanling Palace has always existed as a master, and spiritually, your strength seems to be seriously inconsistent with the rumors!"

"Qin Shuangshuang, don't be complacent, I am spiritual, if I want to pinch you to death, it is as simple as pinching an ant to death, and you will see what will happen to you for a while. Lingshang's eyes were extremely cold and stared at Qin Shuangshuang.

With the body of a mortal, receiving the power of the ancient god of war, I am afraid that my life is too long, right?

Although he thought so, he was jealous of Qin Shuangshuang in his heart, and at the same time, he was even more resentful.

If it weren't for the fact that when he first crossed over, he exhausted his spiritual power and was injured by the space tunnel, which caused his strength to be greatly reduced, how could he be so embarrassed today.

He hated, hated Qin Shuangshuang's luck how could it be so good, he tried his best to summon his lover from the Xuan Realm, but he didn't want to make Qin Shuangshuang the first try.

He has been in this world for decades, his body is getting older with the passage of time, he has tried to keep his youth for decades, and now, it is almost the limit, so he needs strength, he needs great strength, to keep his youth and lock his life.

And Qin Shuangshuang's soul crossed, not only did he not suffer any damage, but he was lucky enough to get the power of the dragon vein one after another in this world, and he was so bad that he did good things one after another, which was extremely hateful.

The more I think about it, the more I hate, and the more I think about it, the more angry I become.

He swallowed the blood that poured out of his chest again, his eyes burned with two red flames, he bit the tip of his tongue, cut the fingers of his ten fingers, and sacrificed blood to the gods, forcibly improving the strength of the purple gold divine dragon in the sky.

The black robe flew in the wind, and the golden air swirled around him, shooting away with a strong blood qi towards the thick clouds in the air.

The Purple Gold Divine Dragon, which was restlessly soaring in the clouds, roared again, its voice carrying fearless confidence and invincible momentum.

Qin Shuangshuang looked up at the sky, hooked his lips and snorted coldly, and quickly sealed.

The last blow is blown, whoever loses will die!