Baiye City ushered in the first heavy rain of early autumn, and the raindrops were like scattered soybeans, constantly hitting the bluestone floor, crackling, overwhelming, and endless.

On the martial arts arena, countless people held up umbrellas and stared nervously at the absolute in the ring, Ling Hao, who had no umbrella, his clothes were completely wet, and he kept dripping water.

The torrential rain blurred his vision, but Ling Hao could feel that directly ahead, Feng Yan'er's flames had been burning.

The time of sixty breaths has long passed, and the Heavenly Flame Dragon has not been generated, but it is only a matter of dozens of breaths at night. Intermediate spiritual arts, not so easy to break.

The Hundred Ghost Lantern, which is not an intermediate spiritual technique, is like an old man in his last years, staggering to the end of his last journey.

At the last moment when the lantern of the hundred ghosts disappeared, boom, a thunderclap exploded in the sky.

The thunder sounded like a war drum, and it was at this moment that Ling Hao was waiting for, the law and divine consciousness were one, and the power of Tai Xi continued to pour into his body, and when he opened his eyes again, a pair of bright golden pupils were particularly eye-catching.

"Bang."

In an instant, Ling Hao's figure was as fast as a ghost, and his extremely fast steps made a splash in the ring.

The water droplets are still splashing, and the figure is quietly gone.

For the journey of thirty breaths, Ling Hao only used three breaths.

In the face of extreme speed, the dripping rain was as if it was still, it was ruthlessly shattered, and in a few moments, the red figure appeared in the field of vision, without hesitation, Ling Hao punched out, like a bullet breaking through the water curtain.

Feng Yan'er knew that Ling Hao would come, and he would come with a stormy attack, she had been waiting for this moment for a long time, the Heavenly Flame Dragon she had already finished, and she was still waiting in the rain.

I'm waiting for you in the rain, just to fulfill my promise.

Under the moonlit night, the most beautiful words that a girl said, as long as you have a little cultivation, it doesn't hurt for me to marry you.

The moment Ling Hao's fist hit Feng Yan'er's head, Feng Yan'er suddenly laughed, laughing like poetry in this rainy day.

She knew he was, and she was at ease.

You don't have to lose to wait. Even if they know each other, they are also opponents.

Feng Yan'er burst out with unprecedented battle intent, and she raised her arms flat, like a phoenix spreading its wings. A red mole suddenly appeared between her eyebrows, like a spark on the prairie fire, followed by a red flame, the flame burned her whole body, the white coat was instantly burned to ashes, and the colorful phoenix feather coat showed its true face at this moment, turning into a red flame enveloping the body of the phoenix flame.

Ling Hao's punch with all his strength was blocked by a thin flame, and it was difficult to score a single bit. It's just that he didn't realize it, and the power of Tai Breath spontaneously turned into a golden film, protecting his fist from being consumed by the flames.

"Broken!"

Feng Yan'er snorted softly, and the flames on her body burst open, and Ling Hao was shocked by the huge force and fell to the side of the cold iron cauldron.

It's as if history repeats itself, but the protagonist has changed.

In order to avoid Ling Hao being injured, Feng Yan'er kindly persuaded: "Admit defeat, Ling Hao!" You are no match for me. ”

In one sentence, Ling Hao directly went back to the past, and at that time, he fell in the ring again and again.

"Throw in the towel, waste, you can't beat me at all."

"Admit defeat, I'll let you go through my crotch."

Ling Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, spit out the blood in his mouth, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, what other tricks are there, just come on." ”

Well, in order to end the battle as soon as possible, Feng Yan'er urged the Heavenly Flame Dragon.

"Aang!"

The Heavenly Flame Dragon that fell from the sky is a spiritual skill that spiritual cultivation shows its attack power to the fullest. In some cases, its destructive power can even rank first among intermediate spiritual arts.

Ling Hao looked up at the Heavenly Flame Dragon, before the rain could get close, it was scorched into white mist, the majesty of the dragon, the magnificence of the fire, perfectly fused together, carrying the power of the sky, unmatched.

It is like a fate high above, and anyone who dares to resist will be mercilessly burned to ashes by it.

Come on, Ling Hai is like a warrior forced into a corner by fate. Fight back, in order to preserve the last dignity.

The Heavenly Flame Dragon fell rapidly, and when it was only a dozen meters close, Ling Hao quickly picked up a sack of fading powder beside him and sprinkled it into the air, and the white and delicate fading powder turned into a layer of haze above his head.

Yan Long came into contact with the fading powder, and the flames on his body suddenly dimmed. But he still rushed towards Ling Hao with a huge amount of flames.

Ling Hao raised the iron pot with both hands, like a giant holding up the sky.

"Bang!"

Not fireworks, not fireballs, but pillars of fire. It's like the mythical Dinghai Divine Needle, which descended directly from the sky. The ring was flooded by the sea of fire that the dragon had exploded.

Ling Hao could only rely on the square inch below the cold iron cauldron to gain a foothold. As far as the eye can see, it is like a sea of fire. The huge Heavenly Flame Dragon devoured him directly.

At the moment, all he can rely on is himself.

"Hold on!"

Ling Hao's teeth were about to crack, and the strong fire flow of the Yan Dragon hit the cold iron pot with a non-stop ping-pong sound.

The fire gathering charms on the cold iron pot lit up one after another, and each light meant that the heat was full.

Fifty fire-gathering talismans seemed insignificant in front of Yan Long, less than five breaths, ten, twenty ,...... Forty, seeing that it was about to reach fifty, at that time, the cold iron cauldron would turn into a puddle of molten iron, and Ling Hao would also be buried in the flames.

Feng Yan'er's heart was so anxious that he didn't admit defeat, did he really want to burn himself?

Feng Yan'er said to Ling Hao: "Ling Hao admit defeat!" Why are you so stupid, it's a big deal for me to go back and beg my father not to divorce the marriage. ”

Ling Hao also asked himself, why did he work so hard.

The huge flow of fire was pressed with an incomparable impact, like a 10,000-ton boulder, which made him breathless. He looked up at the bottom of the pot that burned red, why didn't I admit defeat?

Because once I admit it once, I will recognize it countless times?

If you don't surrender, you won't surrender, and you won't admit defeat if you don't die.

He lifted the cold iron cauldron with all his might, even if it was facing the sea of fire.

Ling Feng and Feng Gang both stood up from their seats, ready to strike at any time to save Ling Hao.

However, at this moment, Ling Hao suddenly felt that the world was suddenly clear, his eyes opened and he found that he had come to a mysterious space again, and at this moment, hundreds of millions of golden points of light actually appeared in front of the Fa Xiang.

Hundreds of times more than the previous one!

Ling Hao instantly understood, it was the Ice Spell that had been attacked, and many cells had been frozen before they could emit points of light. Now at the moment of life and death, his cells are not frozen, and most of them can emit light spots.

The points of light converged into the divine soul, and Ling Hao instantly felt the unprecedented power surging towards him. Looking at the black coating in the distance, Ling Hao smiled slightly and directly crashed into it.

"Bang!" Like a stone hitting glass, the coating shattered directly, and this time the wound was ten times larger than before.

The golden light is shining, and the Dharma phase greedily absorbs it, and the part containing the golden light also increases, until it reaches two-thirds of the Dharma phase itself.

Immediately after that, a light shot out from between the eyebrows of the Fa Xiang, containing Ling Hao's divine soul.

Ling Hao instantly returned to reality, he was still struggling to hold on to the cold iron pot, and there was only the last trace of the cold iron pot's fire gathering talisman.

Everything just now seemed like a dream, but it wasn't, Ling Hao clearly felt the power of Tai Breath in his body surging out continuously.

At the same time, a magical scene happened, and the power of Tai Breath in Ling Hao's hand actually gave birth to a trace of it, climbed onto the cold iron pot, and merged into the fire gathering talisman.

Fifty fire-gathering talismans emitted a dazzling light in an instant, and the endless stream of fire seemed to be pulled by a huge whirlpool, and the Heavenly Flame Dragon was all absorbed by the cold iron cauldron, and not even a single spark escaped.

On the scene, Ling Hao held the iron pot, and the body of the pot emitted ten thousand rays of brilliance, like the rising sun, and the brilliance instantly enveloped the martial arts arena.

Ling Feng and Feng Gang looked at each other at the same time, their eyes could not hide their shock, there could be no mistake in this situation.

"The spirit weapon is born!"