"This He Zhensong of the Purple Yang Sect is really not simple, this kind of secret technique is difficult for us to deal with, but we can actually create something similar to a black hole with our own cultivation, and it is really strong."

"The Heaven Thief Sect's Xiuyuan Mountain is not simple, the mirror in his hand you see seems to be an ancient magic weapon, and he alone can't refine such a magic weapon no matter what."

"Hmph, when it comes to the status of his own sect, the sect master of the Heaven Thief Sect is not fully inclined in terms of resources, and it is difficult to say whether this magic weapon is his own, but how is this mirror very similar to the legendary Eight Desolation Mirror?"

"It can't be the Eight Desolation Mirror, if it's the Eight Desolation Mirror, then it's too powerful, it's very likely to be an imitation, and it's an unsuccessful imitation, the real Eight Desolation Mirror is almost invincible, under the Extreme Dao Holy Soldier, the attack power of the Eight Desolation Mirror can be called the first."

Seeing the fight between the two, all the scattered cultivators who watched the battle discussed a lot, and made their own assessments of the combat power of the two holy sons.

Judging from the current situation of the two, it can be said that the chess opponent will meet the good talent, no one is stronger than the other, such a battle is exciting, if it is one-sided, there is nothing to see, it is this kind of similar strength of the competition can add to the wonderful.

Wang Ping knew that not only the scattered cultivators who were watching the battle around, but even the sect masters of the two sects sitting not far away were twisting their beards and laughing, obviously full of confidence in their holy son.

As the referee, the Supreme Elder of the Ghost Dream Sect closed his eyes and was speechless, but Wang Ping knew that no one had a better grasp of the battle situation than him.

"Slash!"

"You go to die!"

Seeing the attack of the magic weapon, neither of them could help anyone, and rushed towards each other quickly, Xiuyuan Mountain's Eight Desolation Mirror imitation emitted a blazing white light, He Zhensong's hands continued to draw circles, and the black vortex that appeared on the chest emitted a powerful suction, and it actually absorbed all those white lights into the black hole, and I didn't know how to teleport to that world.

Seeing that the Eight Desolation Mirror couldn't help the other party, Xiu Yuanshan flipped his hand, simply withdrew the Eight Desolation Mirror, raised his hand and slapped it at the other party, with his movements, a light palm with a grinding disc quickly condensed in the air, and slapped it fiercely at He Zhensong.

Wang Ping's eyes twitched, he also had this kind of secret technique, using the aura in the air to condense into a huge light palm, moving with his consciousness, increasing the attack power several times, even a dragon can be overturned.

Seeing that the light palm was about to shoot down, He Zhensong also knew that he couldn't dodge, gritted his teeth, and his hands led upward, and the black hole appeared above his head in an instant, and then his arms shook, and the black hole exploded, protecting him below, and directly blowing up the light palm.

This big explosion shook the stone platform, the formation pattern on the stone platform flickered, and it immediately froze, Wang Ping was shocked, if there was no formation protection for an explosion of this intensity, this stone platform would be wiped out under a blow, right? Sure enough, he is worthy of being a holy son, and every holy son has his own unique strength.

Wang Ping secretly compared, although he could defeat such a blow, but the divine power consumed would definitely not be small, these two holy sons were really powerful.

In the blink of an eye, the two have become close to hand-to-hand combat, and the magic weapon is not used for anything, as the Holy Son, what magic weapon does the other party have, it is estimated that the sect master has already sued sù, there are targeted methods, the magic weapon has not had much effect, but it is better to compete in a real way.

Bang bang......

The two figures were entangled, and those who were slightly inferior in strength could only see the two figures entwined on the stone platform, making a dull sound in the middle.

Only those who have reached a certain level of cultivation can see the movements of the two clearly, Wang Ping's eyes narrowed slightly, the eyes of the heavenly wheel quietly activated, and the movements of the two seemed to have slowed down a lot in his eyes.

Xiu Yuanshan's sword eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes burst into a strong light, it was obvious that his divine power was running to the extreme, and the blue light flashed between his hands, and he waved it again and again, forcibly attacking He Zhensong.

He Zhensong was not to be outdone, he collided with him without retreating, his body was like an abyss, and his hands became extremely black, as if there were water waves flowing in discussion. Those banging sounds came from the two of them colliding.

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Ping understood that Xiuyuan Mountain was a wood attribute spiritual root, so the divine power cultivated was cyan, while He Zhensong was a water attribute spiritual root, and Xuanshui was black.

It is said that water and wood are born together, and water is born of wood, He Zhensong suffered a loss when he was facing Xiuyuan Mountain, and the spiritual root of Xiuyuan Mountain just restrained him.

However, Wang Ping saw some differences, this He Zhensong's water attribute is not ordinary water, but drowning, this kind of water is not wood, even goose feathers will be swallowed, it is impossible to float, so in terms of attributes, Xiuyuan Mountain seems to be taking advantage, but in fact, it is not cheap at all.

Rumble!

The two slapped each other fiercely, and their bodies were abruptly separated, and at this time the two were still evenly divided, and the corners of their mouths were overflowing with blood.

However, the eyes of the two were also full of perseverance, as if nothing could shake the fighting spirit of the two, the cultivators in this state were very terrifying, they had already left life and death behind, and they only had opponents in their eyes, and they would never stop until they knocked down the opponent or were defeated by the opponent.

"Hahaha...... Joyfully! Xiu Yuanshan wiped the bloodshot on the corner of his mouth, and laughed loudly, as if he was very happy.

"No score, come again!" He Zhensong's eyes were also fanatical, his hands kept moving, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body.

Xiu Yuanshan didn't dare to be careless, the opponent's cultivation was not inferior to himself at all, in this case, carelessness could only be irresponsible for his own life, and no one could keep his hands when he fought to this point.

Snorted coldly and said, "I'm afraid you won't make it?" ”

As he spoke, his hands also began to seal, and Liang Ran started almost at the same time, competing to see who was faster and more powerful.

There are strong and weak seals, just like Wang Ping's mountain seal and the mountain and river seal, the power of the mountain seal is not as good as the mountain and river seal, unless it is an absolute suppression of strength, in the same realm, whoever has the best seal is likely to win.

With the gradual completion of the printing method, the side of the two also changed, and a huge bottle appeared behind Xiu Yuanshan, and the mouth of the bottle spewed blue light, a treasure bottle seal.

Behind He Zhensong was a golden lion appeared, looking up to the sky and roaring, the clouds moved in all directions, and the fearless lion seal was a very advanced seal.

Wang Ping felt that his trip was really not in vain, it was just the holy son of two small sects, and he had such a secret technique against the sky, sure enough, these holy sons were all people with great luck, looking at the stunned expressions on the faces of the two sect masters, it was obvious that they didn't know that their holy son had such a backhand.