The "boom" sound in the air hood continued, and more stones flew out of the "fog", shot into the air wall, and then bounced back.

The sound of "whoosh, whoosh" breaking the air is endless, and the dust inside the hood is like churned ink, and everyone can clearly see the whirlpool formed.

From time to time, there were loud noises in the "fog", and then a large number of fires and lightning bolts came out, exploding the air wall.

The scope of the arena was extremely large, and the junior students with poor mental sense could only vaguely feel the fight inside, and they couldn't "see" the wonderful scene, so they were so anxious that they made an uproar.

At this moment, there was a sound of "zizi" in the arena, and the position in the lower right corner of the air hood was like a vacuum cleaner, and the dust wrapped in the air hood seemed to be strongly attracted, forming a huge tornado, surging towards that position.

The dust dissipated a lot in an instant, and everyone could clearly see that in the lower right corner of the field, the referee was holding his hands in a circle, forming a ball like Tai Chi, and the dust in the field was pouring into the position where the referee held his hands.

The last trace of dust disappeared, and a small round ball fell from the referee's hand, and smashed to the ground with a "" sound, and the ball did not bounce, and sank directly into the ground.

At this time, the whole arena was in shambles, and there were ravines everywhere, huge stones were erected, and wisps of green smoke rose from the ravines.

The two figures shuttled through the stone forest, sometimes unable to dodge, and passed directly through the boulder, and suddenly exploded into a splash of rubble.

With a "click", a bolt of lightning suddenly slashed down from the air, Long Zetian had just avoided Zhang Binhui's blow, and he couldn't dodge it here, and the lightning hit him directly on his forehead.

Long Zetian screamed, was struck by this lightning and turned back, flipped backwards in the air, and then slapped straight to the ground.

There was a huge cavity underground, and a large hole 100 meters square had been dug out by the two of them, and a rock weighing hundreds of tons had been blasted upright, and below it was a hideous crater of gravel.

With a "plop", Long Zetian landed on his face and smashed into the gravel pit.

A figure roared in the sky, and Zhang Binhui followed closely behind, stomping his feet on the huge rock that was erected with a force of ten thousand pounds.

I heard a "squeak", the lower half of the rock was stomped off by Zhang Binhui, and the nearly 20-meter-long stone was like a pot lid, and with a "boom" sound, the protruding side was fiercely crushed into the pit.

Long Zetian won't be crushed into meat sauce, right?

Just when everyone was worried, Zhang Binhui on the stone suddenly erected the mace, and heard a "clang" sound, and a giant sword slashed on the mace.

The sword was so powerful that the mace was pressed backwards, and a "snap" hit Zhang Binhui's body, and Zhang Binhui was suddenly smashed out like a fallen leaf.

The two sides fought again to a draw.

At this time, both of them were embarrassed: Long Zetian's forehead was scorched black, and half of his hair was burned off; Zhang Binhui's armor was messy, and his right shoulder was blown to a bloody blur.

Both were exhausted and leaned against the air wall and gasped violently.

Looking at the attack value of 11229, Francis gasped:

"In the past, the Dragon Emperor must have had reservations, he didn't do his best when he competed with Naya Xue."

Next to him, Dunpde sighed again and again: "It's not just the Dragon Emperor's reservation, if Brother Xiaohui is serious about you in the actual combat realm, I'm afraid that you will become a cake now." ”

After a short pause, the arena was quiet, and at this time, all the data were counted, and the audience exclaimed again.

Attack Strength: 11229:11229; Penetration: 11212:11212; Consciousness Intensity: 5:5; Number of hits: 87:87; Damage: 3 degrees: 3 degrees.

The data is completely consistent, and it is difficult for two people to distinguish between them.

This is extremely rare, and the two sides do not even have an advantage in any of the statistics, and the third game is destined to be a close battle, and perhaps only a protracted battle will determine the final victory.

"Impossible, I must defeat you!"

Long Zetian roared angrily, and flew into the middle of the arena, and saw him clenching his hands into fists, and his body stretched back, as if he wanted to open the heavens and the earth, and colorful light reflected from his body.

This light was so dazzling, it was like a sun was born in Long Zetian's body, and the dazzling glow made it impossible to see.

Then, the aura in the arena began to be restless, surging towards the center of the arena like flowing water, and the aura gathered around Long Zetian, forming a whirlpool, and quickly injected into his body.

The movement of the aura gathering became bigger and bigger, and when it came to the back, a whirlwind had already blown in the center of the venue, and even the audience could feel the movement of the aura.

At this time, the spiritual power vortex around Long Zetian's body became bigger and bigger, and with a bang, the white dragon was suddenly released, although the appearance was still the same, but it obviously became more powerful.

What kind of trick is this?

Feeling Long Zetian's growing momentum, Zhang Binhui was secretly frightened.

At this time, Long Zetian was completely different from before, his momentum had increased by several levels, standing in front of him, Zhang Binhui felt a strong pressure as if facing a giant in the wilderness.

"Oh my God! The Dragon Emperor was promoted on the spot, and he was about to be promoted to the Spirit Rank! ”

An exclamation suddenly came from the stands, and the audience was in an uproar.

Promoted to the Spirit Rank? Is this spiritual promotion? As Long Zetian's momentum continued to rise, Zhang Binhui retreated rapidly and flew backwards to a kilometer away.

It is extremely difficult to be promoted to the spirit level, and Long Zetian dares to choose to advance on the spot, which shows that his strength has already reached this level, and promotion has become a matter of course.

Now Zhang Binhui will face a spirit level player, and his strength is not the same at all, once Long Zetian is successfully promoted, the result of the game will be clear at a glance.

In the attention of the audience, Long Zetian's body seemed to give birth to a golden sun, endless light, radiating from his body, he was like a light man, slowly rising into the air, the white dragon behind him, as if dyed with color, the scale armor glowed with metallic luster, and the whole body flowed with crystal light.

With a muffled sound, the entire arena shook suddenly, Long Zetian's body was full of light, and the golden dragon coiled around him raised his head to the sky and roared, and then the dragon struck the sky, and the golden dragon swam into the sky, and its huge body hovered above his head, covering a third of the arena.

The true Dragon Emperor has descended on the field.

Long Zetian spread his hands, bent his body back, took the last breath of aura, and the light on his body gradually faded.

He straightened his body and looked down at Zhang Binhui from above: "I said that I will definitely win this game, and I have never lost my words." ”