A dilapidated ancient book with only a dozen pages of light was gently flipped in Sheng Wuxin's hand, circulating strange fluctuations, which was amazing.

Sheng Wuxin looked at Long Xiaotian, who was surprised and curious, smiled indifferently, and said: "This dilapidated ancient book in my hand is called the Book of the Heavenly King, which is a low-level heavenly weapon made by a special refining method, and it was originally a weapon of the elders in the sect, but it is a pity that a long time ago, after experiencing a fierce battle, the Book of Heavenly Kings was seriously damaged, and the original dozens of pages of paper are now only a dozen pages left, and the grade has also fallen from a low-level heavenly weapon to a high-level spiritual weapon." ”

"In view of the fact that I have made great contributions to the sect, the elders gave me the Book of the Heavenly King as a reward. ”

Unexpectedly, this dilapidated ancient book in Sheng Wuxin's hand turned out to be a low-level celestial weapon, which made Long Xiaotian quite surprised, even if the grade of Wang Shu has fallen to a high-level spiritual weapon today, it is not an ordinary high-level spiritual weapon that can be compared with it, after all, it was once a celestial weapon that surpassed all spiritual weapons, and naturally there was something strange.

"Are you going to fight me with your bare hands?" Sheng Wuxin's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Long Xiaotian, who was dressed in white like snow and had a purple jade flute on his waist, and his voice gradually became cold.

"Bell!"

In the face of Sheng Wuxin, whose strength had reached the peak of the Four Yang Tongtian Realm, Long Xiaotian was not stupid enough to underestimate his opponent, after all, the young Junyan who could occupy the second place in the list of the White Tiger Pavilion's personal disciples would be a fuel-efficient lamp?

The wishful rod flew out and smashed heavily on the hard stone slab, and the strong energy swept away like a frenzied tide, and the hard stone slab was cracked into slight cracks, spreading out like a spider web.

The glazed magic rod flowing with colorful light is crystal clear and colorful, like a perfect work of art carved by the heavens, the glow is gorgeous, the rui is vigorous, and exudes mysterious fluctuations.

"Hmm, I didn't expect you to have a celestial weapon in your hand, the last time I was in the Divine Continent Secret Realm, I thought I was blind. Saint Wuxin's unwavering cheeks were also filled with a thick look of surprise, and his face gradually became solemn.

Now Long Xiaotian's strength is far from being in the secret realm of Shenzhou, it has long been different from what it used to be, coupled with the increase of the heavenly weapon, his combat power is far beyond the strength shown on the surface, this is a strong opponent.

"Boom!"

Long Xiaotian raised his eyebrows, and the surging spiritual power in his body swept out like an ocean hitting the sky and the Hanhai roaring, and a powerful aura swept out like a storm and thunder, although his aura only stayed at the peak of the Eryang Tongtian Realm, but that kind of unparalleled momentum was unmatched even by ordinary Wuyang Tongtian Realm powerhouses.

"What a powerful breath!"

Sheng Wuxin's brows were tightly locked, there was a thick fear in his eyes, and the spiritual power in his body was running quickly like a violent wind, waiting for him!

"Let's shoot!"

Sheng Wuxin took a deep breath, his face was extremely solemn, but even if Long Xiaotian's combat power was extremely strong, before the official fight, who won and who lost, it was too early to make a final conclusion!

"Whew!"

As soon as his words fell, a colorful light swept like a meteor that pierced the silence of the vast universe, and a powerful fierce qi came in the blink of an eye.

The Book of Heavenly Kings in Sheng Wuxin's hand flipped slightly, and a page of yellowed paper fell off, and the pattern on the paper seemed to have vitality, but it was squirming rapidly, directly protruding from the paper, truly manifesting, turning into a hard wall, blocking in front of Sheng Wuxin!

"Bang!"

The ruyi sticks with seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, were wrapped in a violent impact, like a meteorite falling down and hitting the earth, smashing into the hard wall, and bursting out with a loud explosion.

The wild energy waves swept out like a torrential rain, and the power contained in the ruyi stick spewed out like a volcano that had been silent for 100,000 years, directly smashing the solid and hard walls inch by inch, and the dazzling and deep cracks spread out like spider webs, and shattered with a bang, and the rocks flew out, dense and messy like a rainstorm!

An astonishing spiritual power swept from behind the shattered solid and hard wall like a mad dragon furious python, shaking out the exhausted Ruyi rod and returning it to Long Xiaotian's hand.

"Whew!"

Saint Wuxin's face was extremely dignified, his fingertips trembled slightly, if he looked closely, there was a slight crack, the bright red blood was extremely red, and it was about to flow out, just now he ejected the Ruyi stick with his bare hands, and he originally thought that the power contained in the Ruyi stick had almost been exhausted, but when he hit it, his face changed suddenly, and he suffered a small loss.

The Book of Heavenly Kings flipped in a hurry, and a slightly damaged page of paper swept like a flying feather, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of Long Xiaotian, and a pattern of a super tornado across the sky and the earth on the paper, at this time, under the urging of the spiritual power of the Holy Heartless Heart like a torrent, it actually broke away from the paper and rose against the storm, becoming a terrifying storm that swept the heavens and the earth!

The powerful wind roared out like a dragon's roar, and the entire conical stone platform was within the tearing range of the super storm, except for the area where the Holy Heartless Heart was located, which was calm and calm, and even the corners of the clothes were not raised.

"Even if it was due to severe damage, falling from the grade of a low-level celestial weapon to a high-level spiritual weapon, it was still so mysterious, and the power of the attack it displayed was even more amazing. ”

Long Xiaotian let out a low sigh, and the majestic spiritual power in his body roared out like lightning, running wildly in his limbs and hundreds of bones, bringing him abundant strength, and his feet sank deep into the hard stone slabs, resisting the tearing of the super storm across the sky and the ground.

"Woohoo!"

The super storm spun rapidly, and pieces of sharp wind blades like snow swept out like a raging storm, sweeping in all directions, sealing all of Long Xiaotian's retreats, forcing him to only rotate to face it head-on!

"Bell, bell!"

The colorful wishful rod waved like a big windmill, turning into an impermeable colorful light cover, covering Long Xiaotian's body tightly. The sharp wind blade swept like lightning, carrying amazing power, slashing fiercely on the colorful ruyi stick that waved into the sky full of light and shadow, making a jingling crisp sound, like rain hitting the residual lotus, the sound was in the ears!

In the face of the powerful attack that Sheng Wuxin unleashed, although Long Xiaotian was on the defensive, his body was not injured in the slightest, intact, and the sharp wind blades that flew like a torrential rain were all resisted by him without leaking, and they were smashed to pieces.

"Here comes the fire!"

Sheng Wuxin looked at Long Xiaotian, who was temporarily at a disadvantage, still without the slightest embarrassment and any flaws, his eyes were slightly cold, and the Book of Heavenly Kings flew out of a yellowed and worn-out piece of paper, on which a bizarre pattern was drawn, which was urged by him in a unique way, and it was truly manifested.

"Bear!"

The temperature between heaven and earth suddenly increased, and the moisture in the air was evaporated by the terrible flames, and the air suddenly became dry and hot.

The flames covered the sky, forming a sea of fire, which was sucked away by the superstorm that crossed the heavens and the earth, and merged into the storm.

The fire borrowed the wind, the wind borrowed the fire, and the frenzied fluctuations that permeated the heavens and the earth suddenly became more ferocious, and the blazing and fierce flame storm swept like a giant, carrying a majestic force rushing to the face, which was ready to knock Long Xiaotian out of the conical stone platform.

"Mirror Moon Song!"

There was a surging flame storm reflected in the pupils of his eyes, and Long Xiaotian's clear and clear face was calm, without the slightest wave, such an attack was indeed extremely powerful and amazing, but if you want to defeat him here, it may be a little whimsical.

He blows the flute, and the soft flute sound flows out like the tinkling of spring water, melodious and wonderful, like the gentle chanting of birds, and the tactful sound when a hundred flowers bloom, quiet and natural, warm and clear.

Nine bright moons radiating from the sky suddenly appeared, filling the sky and besieging the giants who looked down on the heavens and the earth and the storm of flames that swept quickly.

The cold moonlight spread out like mercury, and the nine rounds of bright moon rose and fell with the melodious and gentle flute, flowing out a cold brilliance like an ocean, and the ocean was sprinkled with a storm of flames, and the hot temperature between heaven and earth suddenly dropped, and the dry air was also a little warm and cool.

The speed of the firestorm gradually slowed down, and the exuberant flames gradually dimmed like the stars that were extinguishing brightly and dying.

"Lin Lai!"

Sheng Wuxin snorted coldly, and with a flick of his fingers, a piece of worn-out paper swept out like lightning, and a verdant bamboo forest was drawn on it, stretching endlessly and full of life.

The endless bamboo forest like a flood fell down from the paper, ignited by the flame storm, and in an instant the fire became stronger, the terrifying temperature spread, and the blazing flame waves surged out like a raging sea, which will burn the nine rounds of bright moon and dilute a lot, become illusory, and will be completely annihilated at any time!

"Good means!"

In the face of such a miraculous method as Sheng Wuxin, even Long Xiaotian, who was an opponent, couldn't help but cheer for him, but his attention was more focused, and he performed "Mirror Moon Song" wholeheartedly, fighting against the raging flames.

The flute skills that Mu Susu taught him were of a very high level, reaching the heavenly level. However, if you want to fully display the power of the flute technique, you need extremely harsh conditions.

First of all, the person who interprets the flute technique is low-level and superb, reaching the point of being superb, and then the interpreter's spiritual power is incomparably profound, and finally the melody of the flute skill that needs to be deduced is on the same line as the rhythm of the spiritual power in the body, complementing each other, resonating with each other, and echoing each other from afar, so that the subtlety and mystery of the flute skill can be thoroughly displayed, and the power far exceeds the heavenly spiritual skill of the same level.

But so far, in addition to meeting the first two conditions, Long Xiaotian has only touched the skin of the last condition, and there is still a long way to go before the real Great Perfection.

But even so, the subtlety and strength of the flute's technique still stubbornly resisted the re-combustion, and the fire was more vigorous and blazing, and the two were inseparable, and they were stalemate for a while.

The crowd watching the battle in the audience watched the wonderful fighting of the two, and they were all amazed, and the exclamations, shouts and cheers came and went, resounding non-stop!

"This Saint Wuxin has become so powerful, it seems that in the secret realm of Shenzhou, he not only obtained the Earth Spirit Milk and Tianyang Fruit, but also obtained a lot of heavenly and earth treasures, coupled with the refinement of the beast element, he has reached this realm today, and his strength is quite good. ”

"But I see that Brother Xiao Tian looks calm and relaxed, and I guess Sheng Wuxin is a little hanging. ”

Le Wushuang sat in the audience, watching the wonderful fighting techniques of the two on the conical stone platform, and immediately smacked his tongue, feeling a little surprised by the strength that Sheng Wuxin was showing now.

"Brother Xiao Tian won't lose to him. ”

Ye Xuanxuan's pure, flawless eyes carved from black gems flashed with the luster of blind worship, and her delicate face, carved like a porcelain doll, swelled with a strong color of confidence.

"That's not, Xiao Tian's housekeeping skills still haven't been shown, he probably doesn't want to reveal his hole cards in the second round of the knockout round, causing a serious loss of spiritual power, after all, there will be more fierce battles next. ”

"At this moment, he should want to solve the Holy Heartlessness in a way that pays the minimum price, so as to avoid the huge consumption of his spiritual power. ”

Although Le Wushuang was cynical and smiling, his eyesight was still quite vicious, and he could see what Long Xiaotian was thinking at the moment.

Yes, Long Xiaotian's thoughts at the moment are indeed as Le Wushuang said, he doesn't want to reveal his hole cards in the second round of the knockout round, in addition to retaining some strength, but also to avoid major spiritual power loss, because the next opponents, one is stronger than the other, if the state is not good, maybe someone will take advantage of it, and defeat is inevitable.

Although Long Xiaotian's idea was very good, but if Sheng Wuxin was able to cultivate to this point, it was obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp.

The Book of Heavenly Kings was shining at this moment, and the yellowed and worn paper was shining with a faint luster, and Saint Wuxin ejected a page of paper again.

"Come from the mountains!"

The yellowed paper chapter drew the majestic mountains, and at this moment, like an awakened dragon, slowly manifested from the paper, and a heavy oppressive force suppressed down like the collapse of the sky.

"Click!"

The nine-wheel bright moon was suddenly smashed into a dazzling crack, and in Long Xiaotian's surprised gaze, it shattered, turning into countless crystal sparkling fragments, like flawless snowflakes, fluttering down from the sky, beautiful and dizzying!