Rich, is capricious, the Holy Son of the Dream seems to be favored by the heavens, even the Nine Holy Soldiers can get such a holy soldier as the Nine Holy Soldiers, and ordinary people are definitely not his opponents.

The light emitted by the nine holy soldiers suddenly annihilated Zhanfei Ying inside, and it was difficult for outsiders to see what was going on inside, even Wang Ping's Heavenly Wheel Eye was affected, not to mention others.

With such a powerful attack power, whether Zhan Feiying can withstand it is already a big question mark. The sect masters of the six sects and the disciples around them all stood up and looked nervously at the bright light in the center of the stone platform.

Especially the sect master of the White Crane Sect, his face was gloomy, as if he could drip water, how could he never imagine that the Holy Son of Phantom Dream was useless even with the divine powers of his own sect, and he was able to suppress his Holy Son with only the Nine Holy Soldiers, which was simply incredible.

He was worried about whether his beloved disciple would be able to withstand such an attack, although he was very confident in Zhan Feiying's nine-layer defense, but the name of the Nine Holy Soldiers was too big, and he couldn't help but not worry.

The people who watched the battle were better, they didn't personally experience that powerful attack power, but the White Crane Holy Son Zhan Feiying really realized the power of the Nine Holy Soldiers in the legend, and couldn't help but secretly cry bitter in their hearts.

The power of the Nine Holy Soldiers is too great, it contains extremely powerful attack power in itself, and there is a faint kind of ancient saint pressure in it, although it is impossible to fully exert the power of the Nine Holy Soldiers with the current cultivation of the Phantom Dream Holy Son, but it can also send out a little bit of the power of the saint.

These nine holy soldiers are not imitations, but real ancient holy soldiers, the difference in power is too far, a real ancient holy soldier can destroy a city under one blow, and the imitation of the ancient holy soldier can destroy one-twentieth of it at most, after all, the imitation does not have the texture interwoven inside the original holy soldier, and it is naturally not so powerful.

Any magic weapon holy soldier is the same, imitation will never be better than the real thing, this is the law, unless it is someone else's holy soldier imitated by the supreme, but the supreme is already standing on the pinnacle of human beings, only others imitate him, the supreme will not imitate anyone.

The battle ended unexpectedly, when the light dissipated, the nine external incarnations returned to the body, and the nine holy soldiers also disappeared, and the hands of the Ghost Dream Saint Son on the stone platform naturally drooped, looking at Zhan Feiying with a smile, there was no mockery in his eyes, some were just sincere.

The White Crane Holy Son Zhan Feiying's defenses were all gone, the six shields were gone, and even the body protection gods on his body were withdrawn, and his face became pale.

"Poof......

The White Crane Holy Son spurted out a mouthful of blood suddenly, his body shook slightly, and he said with difficulty: "Thank you Brother Luo for not killing, I lost." ”

There was an uproar at the scene, this is a loss? Originally, I thought it would be a wonderful battle in a row, but I didn't expect that the White Crane Holy Son would lose in just two rounds, and it seemed that the injury was not light, and I heard what he meant or the Holy Son of Dreams was merciful, otherwise it was difficult to say whether he could stand here or not.

"It's just a fluke, Brother Zhan's strength is not worse than mine, but I just took advantage of the Nine Holy Soldiers, in the future, we will all be brothers, if you want to learn from me, I will accompany you at any time, but now you need to rest, this is a solid Peiyuan Guyuan Dan, although it is not a too expensive pill, but it is currently with you, take it quickly, go back and recuperate, it is estimated that it will recover in two days."

The Holy Son of Youmeng walked over, helped Zhan Feiying off the stage with a sincere face, and presented the pill that strengthened Peiyuan, and some people were delighted and shocked by this scene.

I am glad that it is the sect master, elders, disciples and others of the Ghost Dream Sect, and his Holy Son has won, and he has won so beautifully, even the Zhan Feiying of the White Crane Sect will definitely be grateful to him, which is more conducive to the future development of the Dream Holy Land.

And the people who watched the battle, including Wang Ping, many people felt frightened, this Phantom Dream Saint Son is too powerful, just his strength is superior, but his scheming and scheming are superior to others, although he knows that he is faking a show, but there is no doubt that the White Crane Sect's Zhan Fei Ying will be full of gratitude to him, and after this war, the Holy Land will be officially established, and this Zhan Fei Ying will be his most staunch supporter.

This is an important reason why Wang Ping is afraid of him, this person is really powerful.

Sending Zhan Feiying to the Sect Master of the White Crane Sect, Luo Lingtian returned to the stage again and said to the Supreme Elder of the Ghost Dream Sect as the referee: "Elder Zhao, I consumed too much just now and need to rest for an hour, please allow me." ”

Elder Zhao nodded and said, "Yes, for the sake of fairness, you can rest for an hour, and start the second game after the hour." ”

No one has any objection to this, after all, if you want to make the game fair, you can't use wheel tactics, otherwise no matter how strong the Dream Saint Son is, it will be useless, and he will be tired to death.

After getting permission, Luo Lingtian, the Holy Son of the Dream, sat down cross-legged directly on the platform and cultivated on the stone platform.

The people watching the battle were full of discussions, shocked by the strength of the Holy Son of the Dream, and the most shocking of them was Wang Ping, who had seen him on the nameless desert island two years ago.

In other words, two years ago, he was at most a cultivator of the Jindan realm, but he didn't expect his progress to be so fast, and in just two years, he had already cultivated from the Jindan realm to this point.

Wang Ping weighed it and found that it was very difficult for him to defeat this Phantom Dream Saint Son, this was an unfathomable person, judging from his combat strength, among the younger generation of Saint Sons, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the first.

Of course, the strength of the Zhan Yunxiao of the War Clan is also very strong, but the edge is exposed, and it is not surprising that a discerning person can see his true combat power at a glance.

However, the Son of Dreams is like a bottomless pool, and no one can tell how many hole cards he has.

Among the remaining three holy sons, Wang Ping, who ranked second, didn't know him, he was dressed as a Taoist priest wearing a crown, and it seemed that he should be a Taoist, but he had already successfully advanced from the knockout round before I came, and Wang Ping didn't have time to see what means he had.

However, it is not easy to win when they are all holy sons, and they can definitely be called a genius.

At this time, he was the most nervous, originally thinking that the White Crane Holy Son would be able to hold on for a while no matter what, firstly, to consume the divine power of the Ghost Dream Saint Son, and secondly, to be able to force out some of his means, but he never expected that the White Crane Saint Son would be defeated in just two rounds, and he would lose very badly, and this result gave him a lot of psychological pressure.