"What's wrong with Brother Xiaohui, he's crazy today?"

Lingdoudou in the stands was so anxious that he stomped his feet again and again, and Mo Yingxuan next to him bit his lower lip tightly.

"I saw that he was wrong in the morning, and I knew that I wouldn't let him go on stage. After these four blows, he wasn't hurt, right? ”

Ling Doudou kept talking to himself in his mouth, and Mo Yingxuan was in a cold sweat when he heard it: "Doudou, don't say it again, Brother Hui is fine." ”

In the arena, Long Zetian's giant sword was dazzling, and he walked over with his sword, the long sword pointed downward, and the dusty sand stone horse at the entrance of the cave was blasted aside by the fierce sword qi.

"Get out of ......"

The whole court was quiet, today's game was very weird, the process was unexpected by everyone, is it really over like this?

Just when everything was silent and everyone's hearts were hanging, a hand suddenly stretched out from inside the cave and pinched it on the blade.

"Enough, do you really mean I'm out of temper?"

The audience was in an uproar, and all the spectators jumped up, and the cheers shook the field.

Zhang Binhui finally made a move!

Long Zetian's face froze, and his spiritual power surged through the giant sword like a flood, blasting towards Zhang Binhui. The position where Zhang Binhui held the sword suddenly exploded, and the entire cave entrance was immediately covered with flames.

However, this situation did not last long, blue light poured out from the ground, everyone could see, one after another "electric snakes" swam on the ground, the electric light covered the outstretched hand, and soon spread to the giant sword, the blue light was like a spring, pushing the red light slowly backwards.

Lan Mang was covered with red light, and this line was quite distinct, moving up along the blade under the nervous gaze of everyone, and when this line rose above the ground to reach two meters, the two finally froze.

The whole audience was covered by the sound of "crackling" explosions, and the upper part of the giant sword was like a spray gun, and the red light poured down like a torrent of flames;

And the blue light below is like a high-voltage electric gun, wrapped around the blade of the sword, resisting the male flames.

Every spectator's hands were tightly clasped together, this was the purest spiritual power competition, this was the suppression of strength without any skills, since the challenge, there was finally a branch player who could confront the disciples of Shou Ape head-on.

The sound of the explosion became more and more intense, and the flames and lightning exploded in all directions, and when the flat "fan" bombarded ten meters away, a "pop" sound was heard, and the giant sword finally couldn't withstand the bombardment of the two, and one person grabbed one and broke it into two pieces from the middle.

I only heard the "click" sound constantly, the ground of the arena was like a sand line, and a crack spread out from the hole, Zhang Binhui was like the pen, his body was sunk under the ground, pushed back by the shock wave after the explosion.

Huge stones continued to rise behind him, and Zhang Binhui was hit by this heavy blow, and he forcibly broke a long trench in the stony ground.

Long Zetian on the opposite side was also uncomfortable, he was as if he had been hit by an air hammer, his body was obviously slapped into an arc, and the muscles on his face were flattened and concave, as if he was torn by a violent wind.

After the "snap", Long Zetian was slammed into the air hood.

On this side of the field, at the end of the trench, suddenly an invisible power grid appeared, and the occasional blue light in the air surprised everyone to find that the power grid actually covered hundreds of square meters of space.

Then, like groundwater, a large amount of plasma overflowed from the ground, gushing out of the ground like a spring, and then flowed down the arena.

With a "click", a bowl of thin lightning pierced the sky, and after more than ten meters, it split into several forks, and with a "click" sound, all of them were tied to the protective air shield in the sky.

Then came the second and third courses...... When eight bolts of lightning erupted from the ground in a row, the audience stood spontaneously, cheering and cheering.

Here, Long Zetian's face did not change, he slowly flew out of the qi wall, and when he stood in mid-air, a cloud of white clouds rose from under his feet.

The white cloud stretched into long strips like a spirit snake, and then coiled along his body. When Long Zetian was completely enveloped by the white clouds, the white clouds had a new change.

The serpentine white cloud began to expand and thicken, and its end stretched out to the sky around Long Zetian, and then two long horns grew out of it, and the white cloud became more and more condensed.

When the scales and armor were all in place and the fours were dancing, a huge lifelike golden dragon appeared in the air.

"The Dragon Emperor is alive!"

The audience exclaimed in unison, and Long Zetian also sacrificed his battle badge.

The two players approached each other at the same time, and when the distance was about six hundred meters, a spark suddenly exploded in the empty air, and the power grid and white fog faintly appeared.

"Did you just play well? It's my turn, right? ”

"Oh, generally. I wouldn't mind slapping you into a meatloaf. ”

The two stared at each other angrily, and the greatsword and mace grew out of their hands.

"Kill!"

With a roar, Zhang Binhui and Long Zetian started at the same time.

Long Zetian held the sword with both hands at the level of his shoulders, and stabbed it at Zhang Binhui's head.

Zhang Binhui did not show weakness, the huge mace danced around his head, and then stabbed at Long Zetian.

The two giant weapons approached rapidly, and with a "boom", they shook each other head-on, and a "click" was heard, and the giant sword and mace collapsed at the same time.

Along the top of the weapon, the blade and mace broke into pieces, and the two weapons shortened rapidly, until at last only the hilt and mallet were left together.

Zhang Binhui and Long Zetian threw a punch at the same time, with a muffled sound of "bang", the two of them were hit together, and the backs of the two of them swelled backwards at the same time, and the protective armor flew out in response, revealing a fist-sized hole.

The two people were thrown hundreds of meters away in reverse, rolled in the air, and attacked head-on again.

The "click" sound continued, and eight thunderbolts burst out from the air cover of the arena at the same time, which immediately printed the entire field blue.

When the lightning hit two hundred meters around Long Zetian's body, the white dragon behind him suddenly raised its head to the sky and roared, and an invisible ripple spread rapidly, instantly fusing with the lightning.

The lightning line immediately changed, and the eight lightning bolts folded outward at the same time, bypassing Long Zetian and falling to the ground, and in the sound of "boom", the eight stone springs rose to the sky, and the whole arena was immediately gray.

Just as all the audience urgently switched their senses to divine consciousness, they heard a muffled sound from the venue, and the dense dust in the air hood suddenly swelled outward, and several red lights and lightning slashed out from the dense dust and plunged headlong on the air shield.