After resting for a while, with the referee's shout, Lin Fan and Xue Zheng both flew to the ring in the middle, ready to start fighting.

Xue Zheng is a thirty-seven or eighteen-year-old man, with a full face and beard, and a stout physique. He was dressed in a purple robe, washed slightly white. Holding a red peachwood sword in his hand, he looked at Lin Fan with a solemn gaze.

Although his cultivation was already in the late stage of condensation, and he was majoring in thunder-based spells, he was born as the nemesis of ghost path cultivators, but he didn't dare to be careless at all in the face of Lin Fan. After all, Jiang Chen's previous battle to defeat Gou Yu and Gong Jin with one enemy and two was really shocking.

Lin Fan naturally wouldn't give the enemy a chance to prepare calmly, after the referee announced the start of the game. He snorted lightly, and the ten ghost flags in his hand came out, and in an instant, the ring was cloudy and windy, and the ghost mist was misty. A large number of ghosts let out an ugly ghost crying wolf howl, and the black pressure rushed towards Xue Zheng.

"Good time!" Xue Zheng saw so many ghosts, but he was not surprised.

He stretched out an index finger in his right hand and pointed it to the sky, only to see a flash of lightning fly straight from his fingertip to the sky, and then. Immediately thunder erupted in the square, and a ball of lightning the size of a watermelon fell straight from the sky.

"Give me points!" Xue Zheng shouted, and then shot a white spell in his hand, straight into the lightning.

In an instant, the ball lightning suddenly burst open, turning into hundreds of white lightning rays. Then he pounced on the ghosts who were swarming. Tree such as the web address: heiyaпge

"Poof! Poof! Immediately, there was a crackling sound of electric light piercing the ghost.

These Qi Refining Stage level ghosts, under the attack of lightning, immediately howled, and then vanished, unable to survive even a round of blows.

Although among these ghosts, a few are only at the level of condensation, so that they will not be scattered in a round of lightning. But it is also the yin spiritual power on his body that has been greatly reduced, and he looks sluggish.

Although Lin Fan had already known that the thunder spell was the nemesis of the ghost path spell, he didn't expect that his big killing weapon, the Ten Ghost Banners, would be so vulnerable, and he was also heartbroken when he saw that more than a hundred ghosts had lost most of them at once.

Because he was afraid that those condensation stage ghosts would also die, Lin Fan had to wave the banner again and take back those ghosts who were staggered by lightning but were lucky not to die.

After a while, Lin Fan patted the storage bag and took out a blood-colored skull. This is his bloodshot skull.

After being stimulated by spiritual power, the skull swelled to the size of a pumpkin and was suspended in the air.

Suddenly, everyone present felt an eerie aura, and some of the brave monks suddenly felt panic in their hearts.

Lin Fan recited a spell in his mouth at this time, and slowly poured spiritual power into the skull. I only listened to the sound of "poof, poof" constantly, and from the red eye sockets of the bloodshot skull, hundreds of bright red blood streaks spurted out at once, and then a blood net was formed in the air, which went straight to the top of Xue Zheng's head.

Xue Zheng was also a little surprised when he saw this. Even though he had words in his mouth, he waved the peachwood sword in his hand, only to see eight golden arcs of lightning immediately shoot out from the tip of the sword, and these arcs of lightning gradually condensed into the shape of eight golden swords in the air.

"Break it for me!" Xue Zheng shouted, only to see that the eight golden swords immediately flashed with dazzling electric sparks, heading straight for the blood net from eight directions, the momentum was incomparable, giving people an unstoppable feeling.

Anyone with a bit of vision could see that with the power of these eight golden swords, as well as the restraint effect of the innate thunder and lightning spell on the ghost path spell, the blood net that Lin Fan sacrificed must be broken by it.

However, since Lin Fan dared to sacrifice the Bloody Silk Skeleton, how could he not have thought that Xue Zheng would use a thunderbolt spell to destroy the blood network?

He saw eight golden swords flying out, and his right hand stretched out from behind his back, pulling out the seven-star sword, and then suddenly poured his whole body's spiritual power into the blade.

"The third level of the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique! Thunderbolt breaks through the sky! ”

Lin Fan shouted violently, and the eight sword qi struck at the eight golden swords with a thunderous momentum, fluctuating with powerful spiritual power.

This Heavenly Demon Sword Technique is not a ghost path spell, but a sword technique that belongs to the combat skill category, so it is not restrained by the thunder spell at all.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang......"

The swords intersected, and there were eight loud "boom" sounds, and the eight golden swords were suddenly deflected by the eight sword qi, and they could no longer cause damage to the blood-colored silk mesh.

The bloodshot that had lost its interception immediately covered Xue Zheng densely. However, Xue Zheng was clearly prepared, and opened a defensive shield outside his body, so that the wire mesh could not penetrate and hurt his body. It can only be circled, layer by layer, wrapped around the periphery, forming a big red ball.

Seeing this, Shui Yue Ning and Shui Youning, who were watching the battle, finally breathed a sigh of relief, they knew that Xue Zheng was powerful, and he happened to be a thunder monk, but a ghost monk like Jiang Chen was a nemesis. However, judging from the current situation, Jiang Chen seems to have taken the initiative.

At this time, Wang Quan was also a little anxious, and he cautiously asked his father Wang Yuandong: "Dad, it seems that the situation is not good!" Can he really beat Jiang Chen? ”

"Hey, hey! Rest assured! Jiang Chen seemed to have the upper hand now, but in fact, the spiritual power consumption was very large. Xue was waiting for him to launch a thunderous blow when he was unable to do so. Let him be defeated and unable to turn over, and you will watch it! Wang Yuandong was not worried, and gently twisted his long beard under his chin.

Seeing that his father had said this, Wang Quan was also a little relieved and returned to his seat. Continue watching the battle.

At this time, Lin Fan in the field was already a little out of breath. Although he restrained Xue Zheng's net made of blood, Xue Zheng's defensive shield didn't know what kind of talisman was used, it was extremely strong, and no matter how much he urged his spiritual power, he could never get into it.

Xue Zheng had a smug smile on his face at this moment. The Golden Bell Jar Fu Lu given to him by the Secret Soul Family Master is worthy of being the best among the beginner Fu Lu, claiming to be able to resist all attacks below the top level spirit weapon. Sure enough, it was extraordinary, this seemingly powerful bloodshot skull, and the bloodshot spurting out was helpless against it.

Lin Fan had to take out the spirit wine and take a big sip of it. I thought that this Xue Zheng's defensive shield was too powerful. The blood silk web has been stacked in so many layers, accumulating such a powerful spiritual power oppression. I couldn't even break it, and it seemed that I underestimated Xue Zheng's methods.

Just when Lin Fan was thinking about whether to withdraw the blood, his face suddenly changed, and he saw that Xue Zheng, who had been entangled like a red silkworm cocoon in front of him, suddenly burst out with a powerful aura, making him feel a powerful spiritual oppression.

There was a loud "boom", and I saw hundreds of golden lightning bolts coming out of the red cocoon. The red silk mesh woven by the inner and outer three layers was shattered by lightning at that moment. Scattered to the ground and turned into countless red fragments.