The smoke was billowing and filling the surroundings, everything seemed to be still for a moment, and all that was reflected in everyone's eyes was the imposing figure in the ring.

Mo Ting finally unleashed the strength of the eighth layer of his Xuan Realm without reservation, and the shocking scene caused was completely unexpected.

Mo said that the other people, it was Mo Fan, his brain was also buzzing at the moment, and he had lost his usual ability to think calmly.

"Cousin, when did Ting'er break through to the eighth layer of the First Mystery Realm, this cultivation progress is too fast!" Mo Yunshang said on the side, shocked and worried, cultivation is not necessarily a good thing to rise quickly, and it may leave a lot of sequelae.

Mo Fan looked dazed, and he was also a little puzzled: "I don't know when he broke through, but I see that his breath is long and long, it doesn't look like it was deliberately raised, just wait for him to ask after the game." ”

Mo Yunshang could only nod.

Mo Fan stared at Mo Ting with a little doubt in his eyes, because he found that the black power rising around Mo Ting seemed to be different from before.

After the outbreak of the eighth-layer cultivation of the Moting One Mysterious Realm, the 'Tianxin Sword Technique' released by Lin Jun was self-defeating under that might, and the Lin Jun's own Xuan Power level was only the third rank, and the Xuan Force had already suffered a lot of losses, and it had always relied on several Xuan Techniques to take the initiative, and after the release of the eighth-layer cultivation of the Mo Ting One Xuan Realm, the strength gap was already a little big and difficult to make up.

Lin Jun also discovered this situation, looking a little gloomy, but he didn't give up, but drew out the wooden sword again and slashed it out.

Lin Lin in the stands shouted: "What's wrong with my brother, why don't you admit defeat, if you continue to fight, you will probably be injured!"

No one replied to him, everyone's eyes were focused on the ring at the moment, more accurately on Mo Ting's body, this young man had been surprised and surprised from the beginning, as if the more oppressive, the more powerful.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng's eyes slowly drifted a little, as if he was thinking about something......

Lin Jun's attack also surprised Mo Ting a little, now that the gap in strength is so obvious, why does he continue to attack?

Frowning, he quickly responded to the opponent's attack, but controlled the strength of his hand so that he would not hurt the opponent.

I thought that Lin Jun would accept it when he saw it, but he didn't expect him to be more unscrupulous, the sword in his hand was wielded more sensitively, and even inadvertently almost injured Mo Ting a few times, which made Mo Ting gradually start to become annoyed.

"What's wrong with my brother, don't you see that Mo Ting has been saving face for him, why do you keep attacking!" Lin Lin in the stands was about to cry.

After a while, he saw that Lin Jun still didn't have the slightest consciousness and still kept swinging his sword, which made the last trace of patience in Mo Ting's heart exhausted.

Suddenly, the breath that had been peaceful instantly became violent, setting off gusts of wind and waves, and it was a little difficult for Lin Jun to stand up, since Lin Jun didn't appreciate it, then he didn't have to put a hot face on people's cold butts.

The punch wrapped in jet-black Xuan Force almost arrived in front of Lin Jun in the blink of an eye, carrying a strong sense of oppression, making Lin Jun's face pale.

He used all the sword qi around him, forming a sword qi barrier.

But what kind of strength Mo Ting is now, the fifth-rank Xuan power plus the eighth-layer cultivation of the First Xuan Realm that surpasses Lin Jun, how can Lin Jun be able to resist it in a hurry.

So in front of everyone's eyes, the fists that were all wrapped in jet-black Xuan Power easily broke the sword light barrier and imprinted it on Lin Jun's chest.

Lin Jun's body flew out directly upside down, and fell heavily under the ring, causing a cloud of smoke and dust.

Lin Feng in the stands stood up instantly, his face was a little ugly, although when Mo Ting showed the strength of the eighth layer of the Xuan Realm, he knew that Lin Jun was afraid that he would not be able to win against Mo Ting, but he still had that glimmer of hope in his heart, but when he saw his son being knocked down in such an embarrassment, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.

"Brother Lin, the junior fights, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back, wait for me to go back and teach him a good lesson. Mo Fan, who was not far away, hurriedly bowed his hand to Lin Feng and said, although in his opinion, what Mo Ting did was understandable, but no matter how the two families were still in an alliance, the relationship should not be stiffened.

Hearing Mo Fan's words, Lin Feng's face softened a little, and he hurriedly called someone to see Lin Jun's injuries.

Mo Ting stood in the ring, his face was a little complicated, looking at Lin Jun below, he felt that his previous understanding of Lin Jun may be very one-sided.

Without waiting for the people called by Lin Feng to arrive, Lin Jun struggled to stand up by himself, just now Mo Ting collected most of his strength at the last moment, just knocked him away, and did not suffer any serious injuries, after he stood up, he did not look at Mo Ting, but turned around and walked away from himself, leaving the field.

"Father, brother, he..." Lin Lin in the stands was a little worried, so he looked at Lin Feng.

"It's okay, let him go, it seems that the loss of this battle will hit him hard. Lin Feng frowned, and then sent a few people to follow Lin Jun to protect his safety.

Lin Lin could only obey her father's arrangement, and instead moved her slightly complicated gaze to Mo Ting on the stage, but she thought in her heart: "This situation shouldn't be Mo Ting's brother's fault!"

......

Since Lin Jun fell out of the ring, it was naturally Mo Ting who won, and this result was actually thought of by many people, after all, it has always been rumored that the strength of Lin Jun and He Yang is not much different, and Mo Ting won He Yang, so it is not difficult to win Lin Jun in the eyes of everyone.

There was a commotion in the arena at the moment, and the final battle was coming, and everyone seemed to be a little unable to hold back their inner expectations, and the scene was a little chaotic for a while.

But this did not affect Mo Ting, at this moment he had returned to Mo Fan's side, quietly swallowing the Xuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, the battle just now also made him consume some Xuan Qi, the next opponent to face was Lei Hao, the same eight-layer cultivation of the Xuan Realm, of course he had to be fully prepared, and use his best state to face Lei Hao.

The old man who presided over stood up and did not manage the riot of the scene, but said with a smile: "Since Mo Ting has just fought a battle, it is not the best state, so please wait for a while, in an hour, it will be the final battle between Mo Ting and Lei Hao!"

The huge noise did not affect Mo Ting in the slightest, and at this moment Mo Ting sat quietly cross-legged, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he had encountered something, but his subtle expression did not attract anyone's attention.

"Supreme Magic.."

"Come and accept it as soon as possible..."

The staccato voice echoed in Mo Ting's mind, and he found that he seemed to be unable to perceive the outside world at the moment, as if he had entered an independent space.

And it was as if a voice had been calling to him, but it was so weak that it was hard for him to hear.

"The Demon Sacrifice Place... Waiting for you..."

Mo Ting's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, which surprised Mo Fan on the side, and said, "Ting'er, what's wrong?"

Mo Ting shook his head, signaling that he was fine, but the look in his eyes was a little strange, as if he was half confused and half dazed.

"Demon Skill, Demon Sacrifice Office, what's going on, is it my hallucination?" Mo Ting had such a question in his heart, but then he left it behind, absorbed the Xuan Qi wholeheartedly, and prepared for the next game.

An hour was not long, but the waiting time felt like a long time, as if a month had passed.

Under the eyes of countless torments, Mo Ting finally restored his state to the peak, and after the previous battle, he was also more comfortable with the sudden surge of Xuan power.

He stood up and said to his father beside him, "Father, wait for my good news!"

That extremely firm pace all revealed his determination to win, and looking at such a slightly immature but still upright back, Mo Fan actually believed that his son would eventually defeat Lei Hao.

When Mo Ting stepped into the ring, Lei Hao was already waiting there.

He usually looks indifferent with a smile on his face at the moment, looking at Mo Ting, as if looking at his good friend.

"I didn't expect you to come this far, it seems that your strength has improved a lot during this time. Lei Hao showed his big white teeth and smiled.

"It's kind of rewarding, unlike you, you can't achieve anything. Murting shrugged and smiled.

"To be honest, I'm surprised by your progress, but that doesn't stop me... Break your legs. Lei Hao still said with a smile, but under that smile, it was full of cold.

"If I had the chance, I would. Mo Ting said seriously.

"Hahaha..."Lei Hao laughed out loud as if he had heard some joke, and then looked at Mo Ting, who was also looking at him without fear, and the seemingly gentle scene made many people around him feel a chill in their hearts.

"Ting'er, will he win?" Mo Yunsheng, who was sitting behind Mo Fan, asked, the two people on the stage were full of gunpowder, and she was afraid that Mo Ting would be ruthless by the other party in the end.

"Yes, he said that if he can win, then he will definitely win, we have to believe him!" Mo Fan said lightly, his figure was not big, but he was extremely determined.

Under his infection, Mo Yunsheng's worried mood gradually calmed down.

"Ting'er, then Aunt Yun is waiting for your performance. She thought to herself.

At this moment of great attention, the presiding old man walked out slowly, his eyes lingered on the two people facing each other for a moment, and then his right hand was raised high and waved downward.

"The finals are officially on!"

And the moment he groaned and fell, two powerful forces suddenly erupted in the ring almost at the same moment, bringing gusts of wind whirl.

Swish!

Two figures rushed out suddenly, one black and one purple, and a brilliant light crossed everyone's eyes.

And then under the gaze of countless eyes, it collided!