The huge battle platform is divided into three small worlds that are facing each other, Yuan Eighteen sits in the easternmost part of the battle platform, and in front of him is the endless golden light, confronting the gray sand in the sky, consuming, colliding, this triple Xuan-level advanced combination of combat skills, enough to entangle seventy percent of the gray sand Dao species of His Royal Highness the Prince.

On the west side of the marble platform, a huge gray ball resisted the last golden light, enveloping Chang Le and Mo Fan, and in the sphere, there was a small bright silver ball, like the most impeccable defense in the world, blocking the invading thunder and gray sand.

The halberd wind seemed to be so impermeable that it couldn't even penetrate such a fine grit and beam of light between the fields!

It is the Dragon Halberd Technique that comes with the Green Dragon Halberd, although it is only a yellow-level intermediate combat skill, but in terms of the rarity of the weapon combat technique, its value and combat power are not below the Xuan-level combat skill.

If the combat skill is the spear added to the weapon to attack, then the weapon combat skill is equivalent to the hand holding the weapon, which can provide the most essential continuous attack and defense, it is a deeper understanding of the weapon!

Chang Le was obviously very annoyed in the face of the situation in front of him that he couldn't attack for a long time, with his spiritual power cultivation and fighting qi cultivation, any one of them was enough to fight against the two people in front of him, but he didn't expect Mo Fan to have such a powerful strange power, if it weren't for his gray sand dao species relying on long-distance attacks, I was afraid that even with his physical strength, he would be shocked by the other party's strange power in the collision with Mo Fan's sword blade!

However, even so, he also has a great chance of winning, as far as his previous combat experience is concerned, his Dao is very restrained by Mo Fan's brute force monster, the attack range of Gray Sand is 'face', and the opponent's defense and attack range are 'point', relying on the distance advantage and the advantage of 'point' and 'face', Chang Le has teased his opponent to death many times with his physical strength far stronger.

His Royal Highness originally thought that this time would be the same ending, but he didn't expect that Mo Fan's Dragon Halberd Technique would be so impermeable in defense, and even danced into a spherical shape with the halberd wind, making it impossible for him to attack the gray sand known for its finesse!

For a moment, the scene fell into some kind of difficult balance.

What broke this balance was a thunderbolt in the sky.

"Flames, thunder, wind, secrets, thunder of infinite power, give me the power to destroy the enemy, I ask for it with the spirit of thunder - the spear that breaks the darkness!"

There are very few fighting skills that need to be sung, but Chang Le's thunder fighting spirit is obviously not ordinary, including the Thunder Hell Battle Suit that shot before and the sharp spear that is slowly condensing in the field at the moment, all of which are special combat skills that need to be chanted.

This kind of combat skill is different from the ordinary Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Fourth-Order Battle Skill, most of them are continuous, and the level of the combat skill cannot be judged from the external luster.

A spear exuding a deep momentum slowly emerged in the gray sand ball, as if someone was bending a bow and arrows behind it, and as soon as it appeared, it shot straight at Mo Fan, who was wielding the halberd!

Such a powerful shot represents the most powerful 'point' attack in the world, and it may be able to drag the battle situation into Chang Le's control again.

"Break it for me!"

Chang Le roared softly, and the person walked with the gun, and once again slashed at Mo Fan with his broadsword!

The gray sand in the sky squeezed every defensive range of Mo Fan, and the boy relied on the endless strange power in his body, wielding the green dragon halberd, swinging back and forth between his hands, drawing a halberd flower, forcing back the gray sand Dao species like a quicksand waterfall.

In the distance, one dark black spear after another slowly coalesced, shooting at his heart without stopping. Coupled with Chang Le who is forced in front of him, this seems to be a very dangerous dilemma...

There was a burst of discussion beside the battle platform:

"The prince is really still a step ahead, with one enemy and two, not only will he not fall behind at all, but he will also rely on his continuous combat skills and Dao cooperation, and he will soon have a chance to win!"

"Referee, for the sake of the third son of the Yun family, don't let him hold on...... Hurry up and save him, we still need his combat power in the class battle, and it's not good to be injured by the world. ”

Hearing these words, the hot-tempered Xuan Ming had not yet spoken, but the mysterious woman Huang Ying on the side said softly: "He is not a person who disappoints people so easily, please be calm, don't provoke the referee, and affect the outcome of the gambling game!"

The woman spoke lightly, and Qingling's voice was really as beautiful as the tactful chirping of the yellow warbler.

I don't know where her trust in Mo Fan comes from, she seems so persistent, or perhaps, she simply doesn't want the referee to make a move, so that it affects the three wins she bet on the market before...

The smile on Shizi's face finally resurfaced, different from the previous smirk, at the moment when he was about to break through Mo Fan's defense, his smile was very bright.

It was so brilliant that it seemed as if the whole heaven and earth were glowing.

Although there was an infinite amount of golden light in the sky, it was not as bright as the light in his eyes.

Because his eyes not only shone with a smile, but also with a sword light.

Dazzling.

At the critical moment of the battle, Mo Fan suddenly handed over the Qinglong halberd to his left hand, his right hand slipped low between his sleeves, and a Chunyuan long sword slid down his arm to his palm, and the boy slashed the sword with one hand, and the sword was cold and slashed forward!

"Pei, Ran, One, Sword!"

Under this short faint pause brought about by inertia, the halberd wind that rotated into a ball around Mo Fan's body was instantly lost by half, and the gray sand in the sky seemed to have suddenly found an outlet, and at the same time squeezed it in unison!

The Mo mortal moved with the sword, as if dragged forward by the long sword, and at the last moment, the boy used this momentum to dodge most of the gray sand under the heavy pressure, but there was still a small part of the Dao species that invaded his body.

What awaits them will be a dark purple fire that no one knows!

The deep dark light lit up faintly in the meridians and acupoints, and the gray sand that broke into the body had not had time to be alerted, just like the locusts in transit encountered a wall of fire that reached the sky, and was burned out in an instant!

This is in the true sense of the word, and there is not even ash left.

In the macrocosm, Mo Fan's extremely swift sword burst out in mid-air, easily piercing Chang Le's Dark Breaking Spear with the momentum of a needle point to Mai Mang, and stabbed straight towards the boy who was still holding his sword with both hands to gather strength!

Yuan Eighteen, who had just recovered from his cultivation, saw such a scene, the golden light in the sky did not block the figure of the man fighting with his sword and turning his halberd, but all the brilliance was like the golden avenue that flew down from the sky, paving an extremely gorgeous background for him.

This scene made the eyes of many girls who were just beginning to fall in love glow with starlight.

The flickering light is like the four eyes of lovers, and it is also like the surging qi stars in the dantian...

Yuan Eighteen thought for a while, his hands were folded again, and the rolling sea of spiritual power surged wildly in his body, converging towards the palm of his hand, and he said softly: "Ten thousand spirits gather, gather ten thousand spirits......"

"Thousands in one!"

What a person holds in his left hand is reality, his right hand is a dream, and when he puts his hands together, he is a Buddha.

The boundless golden light suddenly condensed into a golden line, piercing towards Changle, and along the way, the powerful gray sand path was like darkness dispelled by the light, and in front of this golden line, it could not play the slightest blocking role.

Chang Le's smile froze suddenly, and at this moment he felt the fear called 'death' for the first time.

He was close to death for many years, but he always stood behind the line of death that was just a stone's throw away.

Inside the line are the weaklings who were slaughtered and ** by him.

The Marquis of Jianyang taught him this truth when he was born, never to be weak.

His birth was a game of chess in the palace, and as a chess piece, he was undoubtedly a weak person in the true sense, so he had been practicing frantically for the past nine years, just to get rid of the chessboard behind him.

Now, two lines of death are close to him, and they are getting closer.

Chang Le was frightened, he recalled in his heart his father, who had been extremely afraid since he was a child, and then, as if to take revenge on something, the prince stretched out his hands, and the fighting energy and spiritual power gushed out uncontrollably, and the ball condensed by the thunder fighting qi slammed straight into the golden thread of Yuan Eighteen, and the ball formed by Jue'an's spiritual power met the sword stabbed by Mo Fan.

The spectators under the arena held their breath in anticipation of this earth-shattering clash of pure power without any fancy, and at this moment, no one dared to say for sure that they knew which side would emerge victorious.

Maybe it's Chang Le, maybe it's the golden thread of Yuan Eighteen, maybe it's Mo Fan's long sword.

Or maybe it's a lose-lose situation where there is no winner.

Gray Sand felt the call of his master, like billions of fish and shrimp swallowed by a whale, he pounced into Chang Le's body from the omnipresent sky, and transformed into pure power.

The thunder spear adjusted its direction and aimed at the green dragon halberd in Mo Fan's left hand.

At this moment, the three of them did not have the slightest strength leaked, and they all condensed the true element in their bodies, and carried out the purest battle collision!

Goddess of victory, whose family will ...... end?

Zhang Qianlong left the viewing seat, Shi Qingling, who had persuaded Frank's fourth class of the Dharma Dao, silently let go of the staff he was holding, and Huang Ying, who was comfortable and independent, turned his head and smiled at the ruler, and the latter was suddenly a little confused.

But after a split second, he understood.

The extremely fast sword light passed through the gray sand ball of spiritual power that was far from condensed and formed, and was grabbed by an old man who suddenly appeared in the field with his bare hands in the moment before it pierced into Chang Le's palm.

As soon as the old man's sleeve robe was flicked, the straight and strong gold thread in the air broke, and Chang Le was shocked by the afterwind that was intentionally guided, and flew straight out of the field and fell to the ground, which was equivalent to being pronounced a failure.

After doing all this, the old man scratched his palm and said with a smile: "The sword of the Sword Pavilion is still fast and sharp, and it almost rubbed off the mud in the palm of the old man's palm." ”

Mo Fan withdrew his sword, rolled his eyes in the face of the old man's words, and walked down the stone platform silently.

The taste of this victory was really more unbearable than defeat, worse than the muddy smell in the palm of the old man's palm.

This old guy, if he usually rubs his back, it is estimated that he needs the masters of the Three Realms of the Cave Heaven to rub him...!

Mo Fan secretly slandered himself, this place is really worthy of the Qinglong Academy, there are some old and small monsters everywhere, if they are not careful, they are afraid that their self-esteem will be destroyed by them......

However, he doesn't seem to know that at this moment, in the eyes of many people, he is also an out-and-out little monster.

Yuan Eighteen, who had been cut off the golden thread, stood on the field and was stunned for a long time, and suddenly understood the current development of the situation, and with a strange scream, he pounced on Mo Fan, hooked his shoulders and back, and turned towards the hill full of treasures with the boy.

Now you can make a fortune!

Mo Fan, who was hit by a heavy object, suddenly felt that his back did not seem to be as panicked as he imagined, but there was a feeling that was too soft and too soft, as if he had this feeling at the moment before he fainted when he was beaten away by the silver dragon called Dabai in the Tianyuan Guest House.

Soft, soft, and elastic, as if bound by something, it struggles vigorously to the outside world......

The result of the struggle is a soft and surprisingly elastic one.

Mo Fan couldn't help but shake his shoulders, only to feel that the touch coming from behind him was a little crooked.

Damn, this Yuan Eighteen looks thin and thin on the surface, but in fact he is a fat man inside!

It's really thin in clothes, and there is meat in undressing.

Mo Fan complained deeply.

......

After they left, the old man in the independent field waved his hand, and something black suddenly fell from the palm of the hand that grabbed the sword.

It looks a lot like what he said earlier.

The old man smiled mysteriously, and disappeared from everyone's eyes without moving.

Only the referee next to the original battle table looked at the field and thought thoughtfully.