"O gloom, silent, elf, dance, on the border of blue and blue, in the prohibition of air and fire, above the heads of the world, dance!

Chang Le roared in a deep voice, and a strange chant slowly came out of the young man's mouth, like an ancient sacrificial spell reappearing in the world, and the voice fell, and a huge thunder force filled the air in an instant!

A dark purple strange thunder cloak enveloped Chang Le's entire body, wrapping it like a god of war from outside the sky.

The thunder rumbled, Chang Le's left foot stepped on the ground, making a dull crashing sound, and the huge stone platform seemed to tremble slightly under this foot for an instant, and the boy's body was like a sharp arrow, shooting straight towards the unsuspecting Mo Fan!

"Give me death!"

Seeing Chang Le who was brazenly attacking, Yuan Eighteen's eyes suddenly froze, and the huge spiritual power in the late stage of foundation building instantly came out of his body, and a wolf's tooth giant hammer appeared in his hand, and at a speed that people watching the battle did not expect at all, it blatantly bombarded Chang Le who attacked him!

He has a thin body, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and even because of his growing family, his eyes have the charm of a woman, but under this hammer wrapped in Qianjun, no one dares to slander Yuan Eighteen's weakness behind his back.

With this hammer, he smashed the rumors of all his classmates!

"Xuan-level Combat Skill - Hammer of Mountain Fall!"

The huge wolf tooth hammer cooperated with the Xuan-level combat technique, and suddenly met the broadsword condensed by the fighting spirit in Chang Le's hand, and as soon as the two touched, they were like magnets stuck together, and they fell into scorching!

A loud rumbling sound came from the collision of weapons, and Chang Le's Thunder Hell suit didn't know what it was forged, but it didn't move in the strong reaction force and the wind pressure that stirred up, perfectly removing all the damage for the prince.

And the situation on Yuan Eighteen's side is not optimistic, the spiritual liquid used in his body refining period is not as good as Chang Le, plus the other party's body has also been tempered by the tempering of the fighting spirit and the strengthening of the advanced level of the second realm, and at this moment, there is a battle suit possessed, which can be said to crush him in all directions.

Although Chang Le has not yet used the slightest spiritual power to cultivate, his physical strength cannot be hidden!

But the same applies to another person.

Mo Fan moved, the method of controlling his body strength that he had been subconsciously using since he met Aunt Lin was completely liberated at this moment, and the huge force that had 1,300 stones was blatantly condensed on his right fist, and the fist body broke through the wind, slashing through the sky like a meteor, and hit Chang Le's chest fiercely!

Shizi's eyes changed suddenly, he instinctively sensed the danger of life and death, his body jumped backwards suddenly, withdrew the broadsword that continued to put pressure on Yuan Eighteen, and after retreating to three meters away, Chang Le looked at Mo Fan in disbelief, as if he couldn't understand how the boy's thin body contained such terrifying strange power.

His bones and muscles can withstand the pull of that kind of power...!

Thanks to this early warning between life and death, otherwise just Mo Fan's punch would have shattered all of his completely chanting fighting clothes!

Mo Fan smacked his lips, feeling a little regretful that this full punch did not build a miraculous feat, the qi stars in his dantian surged, and the milky white pure yuan fighting qi condensed in the palm of his hand, turning into a long sword of will, the boy held the hilt of the sword tightly in his right hand, and the soles of his feet were forceful, and rushed towards the prince again!

The long sword was wrapped in huge force, slashing through the air one after another, and slashed at Chang Le, who was not to be outdone, his eyebrows were furrowed, and the thunder fighting qi surged on the broadsword of nearly two meters long, setting off a thunderbolt, like a surging insect, and pounced on Mo Fan, who was in full swing.

With the time Mo Fan had gained, Yuan Eighteen gradually eased up, he stretched his hands forward, raised them flat above his head, his five fingertips touched, and after half a breath, he suddenly pulled away to the sides!

Five strange chains of spiritual power gradually appeared in mid-air, and the boy stared at Chang Le tightly and shouted:

"Ten thousand souls gather, one hundred and ten slashes!"

The chain of spiritual power was like a loose horse, cutting through the sky, and slashed towards Chang Le, who was fighting with Mo Fan.

"The color of the battle skill is golden, this is a high-level battle skill of the Xuan Rank! Yuan Eighteen has used a killer weapon!" someone under the battle platform shouted in surprise.

"No, not only, this is also a combination of skills, two stacks can be compared to the power of the ground level primary skills, I don't know how many combinations his skills are?"

Chang Le struggled to support Mo Fan under the sword of his strange power, and many times he was in danger, if it weren't for the strong body of the Jue'an Realm, just relying on the strength of the eight-star thunder fighter, he would have been torn to pieces by the boy's strange power comparable to the second realm!

At this time, a golden light slashed from a distance, the muscles on Chang Le's face twitched, and he stared at Mo Fan and said: "Damn, I underestimated you, I didn't expect you to be born with dragon power, no wonder you dare to shout with me, but do you think this is enough!"

"I haven't used Jue'an's spiritual power yet!"

The golden light was forced in front of him, and endless sand suddenly floated around Chang Le, like a prison and a cage, instantly enveloping him and Mo Fan!

Outside the cage, the fierce golden light desperately invaded the gray sand, but it couldn't cut into it at all!

In the distance, Yuan Eighteen Gao shouted: "Ten thousand spirits gather, thousands of slashes!"

Countless chains of spiritual power poured out of his weak body, slashing at the large gray ball that was independent of the center of the field, and the golden light flickered, as if the six-winged archangel of the Bright God Kingdom had descended into the human world.

Gold flooded the world.

But I can't squeeze into that gray circle!

A boy's low voice came from the big gray ball: "Dao is self-generated—gray sand!"

This is the sound of Changle.

As the words fell, the sphere rolled violently, and the volume expanded more than twice in an instant, differentiating into wisps of thin lines, and suddenly surging towards Yuan Eighteen in the distance, it seemed that he wanted to directly defeat the latter in one fell swoop!

Yuan Eighteen clenched his teeth, a trace of blood oozed from the corners of his eyes, and he used the extreme combination technique he could use at the moment, and roared: "Ten thousand spirits gather, ten thousand slashes!"

“...... Thousands of gatherings!"

The golden light stirred, as if the whole world had turned into a golden ocean, and the suffocating water of the golden sea surged, surging, and slapped towards the only different color between heaven and earth, the gray ball.

Yuan Eighteen was almost drained of the spiritual power of the entire late stage of foundation building by this blow, and slowly sat down on the ground, not even looking at the form on the field, and after stuffing the two Hui Qi Pills in his mouth, he began to cultivate in situ in the battlefield!

On the stone platform, the golden sea floats, the gray sand is vertical and horizontal, and sometimes there is a dull impact sound, faintly coming out of the gray ball, so that the audience on the sidelines is stunned.

Is this really a battle between three freshmen......

How is it magnificent, as if it is the battle of the century for the teachers of the academy?!

The children of the other classes, who were also students of the Fu Seal Academy, watched the collision in the field and were silent. The children in the second class of Fu Seal also had different reactions, and Qianshan Xue thought that with his early ice cultivation, how many levels of chanting magic would be needed to block the golden light of Yuan Eighteen and the gray sand of the prince.

She felt that she probably needed fourth-order magic, and it was a fourth-order magic that was fully chanted, which was already the highest level of attack she could use right now.

Qi Yi looked at Chang Le's gray sand with envy, and became more and more eager to use the three spirit fish in Huang Ying's hand to help him condense the Dao species, but he put away his thoughts of robbing and secretly deceiving - those who can enter the second class of Fu Seal, even if there is a gap in strength, but the highest combat power may not be much different.

He figured it out.

This is good news for the class battle in the near future, but it is also bad news, because it can be expected that they are already so powerful, so what kind of combat power will the first class of Fu Seal above these geniuses have?

What about the other three courtyards of the Fu Seal Academy, the most powerful Dharma Dao class......

What would it be like to fight with those people?

Maybe with their current combat effectiveness, it is not enough to see at all.

Qi Yi glanced at the unfathomable Huang Ying beside him and Zhang Qianlong, who had planned to invite the prince to soak in the Qinglong Spring in the distance, and thought to himself.

It's still a little weaker...... Whether it's them, or the three people on stage.

Zhang Qianlong stared at the gray ball with great interest, and his slightly narrowed eyes seemed to be able to completely see through the scene in the gray sand in the sky.

There was a faint thin figure flickering and moving, waving a spirit long sword in his hand, the indestructible sword body in the past was almost shattered by the strong shock of the collision between the two sides!

It was still a long sword that represented the strongest strength and the solidity of the pure Yuan Dou Qi condensed, and it had become like this in the battle, if it was with the general Dou Qi attribute and condensation level, I was afraid that it would be invaded by the omnipresent gray sand in just three or two strokes, and it would be destroyed into a mass of debris.

Suddenly, the golden light in the sky weakened a little, and it seemed to show a bit of defeat with the exhaustion of the master Yuan Eighteen, and the gray light saw the situation, as if humanized and quietly separated a wisp of gravel, and went around behind Mo Fan in the fierce battle.

The long sword is like a snake, drawing a defensive circle around the ink-robed boy's body, resisting the gray sand and Chang Le's broadsword, faintly forming a balance between attack and defense, but at the moment, this balance seems to be not maintained for long......

The strong thunder attribute is extremely violent, and in every collision of sword blades, it will roll towards Mo Fan's body, if it is not suppressed by the attribute of pure yuan fighting qi, I am afraid that just this thunder force will have already electrocuted Mo Fan's body into a whole black charcoal!

A wisp of gray sand was the last straw that broke the balance and the straw that crushed the camel.

Of course, Gray Sand didn't understand what terrible things would happen to Mo Fan if it really invaded Mo Fan's body, and Mo Fan didn't give it a chance to understand.

A bright silver halberd appeared in the boy's left hand, the halberd body was like a long dragon, and under the Yellow Rank Intermediate Weapon Technique 'Dragon Halberd Method', it swung a perfect round ball, gently enveloping Demo Fan inside.

In an instant, the gray sand, thunder, broadsword, and spiritual power were all blocked out of this giant ball!

The inside of the ball is like a world of heaven.

Three-foot heaven!