The silent arena, the breath in the space is extremely chaotic, and there is a tragic aura,

Countless complicated gazes fell on the arena.

The two figures that fell to the ground made the hearts of countless people tighten.

Such a tragic battle is absolutely difficult to see in the short lives of many young generations, and they can't imagine why the two of them fought to this point, why they fought to the death under such exhaustion. This is just a competition, there is no grudge that does not need to be fought to the death.

What's more, where do these geniuses who are heavily protected by the major forces need to fight such a tragic battle, the crazy energy of the two makes their hearts in the greenhouse shake, as if something has been awakened in their hearts.

For the older generation of powerhouses, it is common for a battle as tragic as the two of them to be, so they care more about the high level of the battle between Mo Li and Bai Qianleng.

The various aspects of this battle that the two of them displayed were enough to shock anyone.

The Golden Crow Battle Body, which is a first-class physique of hundreds of thousands of cold, has truly reached the realm of Nirvana and a heavy heaven, and has truly entered the ranks of the strong, one step ahead of the category of the younger generation.

And Mo Li has attracted the attention of countless people, whether it is his fellow cultivators of the three lines and the three lines are very powerful, or the fusion of the power of the three lines, which can fight the powerhouses of the Nirvana Realm, and the sword intent that really makes these powerhouses unable to sit still.

With Mo Li's own incomparable background, as well as these unimaginable means for ordinary people, Mo Li is now at the peak of the Spirit Mansion, and he can actually fight with hundreds of thousands of cold wars like this.

Bai Qianleng is the first person of the younger generation in the Eastern Regions, and his combat power far exceeds that of people in the same realm, but at this time, he was forced to look like this by Mo Li by a large realm.

If Mo Li is also in the same realm, what about Bai Qiancold?

He will be easily defeated.

What is called a demon, this is called a demon.

"Ahem......"

On the top of the arena, there was a soft coughing sound.

Bai Qianleng, who was lying on the ground, supported his right hand, supported his body with difficulty, and staggered to his feet.

His left hand shook weakly as his body stood up, like a straw.

The Golden Crow armor had disappeared from his body, revealing the broken body covered in scars in front of everyone's eyes. Blood continued to flow from the deep bones-revealing wounds, forming a small pool of blood at his feet.

These wounds were all injured by the sword intent, and they had to expel a lot of strength with all their strength, but in the tragic battle just now, how could there be time and extra strength to expel the sword intent for him.

The disciple of the Wind Thunder Pavilion clenched his fists and bit his lip fiercely.

How have they ever seen the embarrassed appearance of the domineering and boundless Bai Qianleng, and they have the impression that Bai Qianleng can destroy the enemy with a wave of his hand, and he can make the enemy surrender when he talks and laughs.

Yue Ling's eyes were a little stunned, she didn't expect this battle to go on so far. Even if Mo Li defeated her, she never thought that Mo Li would have a chance to defeat Bai Qianleng.

But now, she can't be sure of the result, and it's the first time she's seen Bai Qianleng like this.

"Whew...... Whew!"

Bai Qianleng's face was pale, and his breathing was heavy, but his eyes were brighter than ever, and he looked at Mo Li's body on the other side who slowly stood up.

"Whew...... Whew!"

Mo Li propped himself on the ground with the Soul Devouring Sword, standing up straight, his heavy breathing clearly audible throughout the arena.

At this time, Mo Li's chest, back, hands, legs, in short, except for the whole body of the head, were in severe pain.

All over his body, except for a head, Mo Li's bones were broken countless times, and the surface of his body was also scorched black from time to time, which was injured by the sun's spiritual fire.

Sheng Yan was not afraid of the Sun Spiritual Fire, but Mo Li's more power was used in the direction of urging the sword intent to attack, so damage was inevitable.

The countless broken bones made Mo Li's body look a little scary, and there were sunken bone fractures everywhere.

This is Mo Li's most serious injury since he cultivated his path, except for the battle with the Blood Ancestor, but it is also the most enjoyable battle for Mo Li.

Mo Li faintly felt that after this battle, he would be transformed.

"Are you two still going to fight?"

Suddenly, the old man of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion spoke.

"Fight!"

Without any hesitation, two extremely weak but full of supreme battle intent sounded above the arena.

The old man's eyes flashed, and he smiled slightly: "If the two of you stop now, you can tie for the first place, and the reward will not be less." ”

Hearing this, everyone around was a little stunned.

I have never heard that there will be a time when there will be a tie for the first place in the battle of the dragon and phoenix list, and two first prizes will be given.

And Mo Li and Baiqian are over the cold war, in fact, this time the ranking battle is not completely over, but everyone has ignored this, and they have placed the first place above one of the two people on the stage.

The old man sighed slightly in his heart, he had a plan to open his mouth like this.

Mo Li and Bai Qianleng, there is no need to use anything to prove their strength and talent, at this time, the strength of the two is almost on the same level, if they want to separate the winner and loser, it may cause more damage to the two, and the old man who has always cherished his talents does not want to see such a scene.

As for the extra rewards, it was really nothing to him Tianji Pavilion.

It's just that what makes the old man smile bitterly is that Mo Li and Bai Qianleng's answers are still full of fighting intent.

"Don't worry, adults, only after they have really experienced such a battle, can the two of them transform. ”

Behind the old man, the middle-aged man said softly, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

He knew very well that the reason why Mo Li and Bai Qianleng insisted on fighting now was not for the reward of Tianji Pavilion, but because of their Dao heart.

To win, you must win freely, and to lose, you must lose convincingly.

Fighting until the last moment is the greatest respect and respect for each other.

The old man nodded slightly, and said nothing more.

In the arena space, there was silence, except for the heavy breathing of Mo Li and the two of them, everyone didn't dare to make a sound at all, for fear of arguing with the two of them.

After a long time, the sound of the two of them breathing gradually became easier.

"I still have a sword. ”

"I still have a trick. ”

In the silence, both of them spoke at the same time.

Mo Li glanced at the Spirit Devouring Sword in his hand and revealed a wry smile.

On the body of the Soul Devouring Sword, there were cracks one after another, which were created in the fierce collision with Bai Qianleng just now.

After all, the Spirit Devouring Sword is only a spirit level spirit weapon, and it is refined in the Eastern Continent, and the refining method is far from the Middle Continent, so even among the spirit level spirit weapons, it is not a top existence, and now it is completely unable to keep up with Mo Li's pace.

Mo Li exhaled lightly, retracted the Soul Devouring Sword into the Taiji Diagram, and slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, his mind was completely empty, and his understanding of martial arts flashed through his mind like a flash.

The power of the three systems quietly fused, and Mo Li's hands slowly sealed.

Between the hands, a green handprint, a blue handprint, and a cyan handprint slowly merged.

Then, under the control of Mo Li's mind, the three-color handprint slowly elongated, gradually forming a three-color long sword.

Old man Ji looked at the long sword made of the Five Spirit Seals with some relief, and he could already see how much effort Mo Li had put into the Five Spirit Seals.

At this time, Mo Li's control of the Five Spirit Seals was no longer as blunt as before, and it had been thoroughly integrated, with thousands of changes.

Immediately, he didn't wrinkle slightly, and glanced at the sky, faintly worried in his heart.

I hope not to be seen by them.

......

Outside the light curtain, the beautiful figure that had never missed Mo Li's battle from the beginning was suddenly shocked.

"It's ...... Five Spirit Seals?"

She wondered in her mind, how could Mo Li know the Five Spirit Seals.

The Five Spirit Seals are the Zhen clan martial arts of the Ji family, and they are created by that adult, and the only people who can successfully practice it are those who have the blood of the Ji family. Because only the bloodline of the Ji family can create a strong physique and spirit body between heaven and earth.

She muttered, "Could he be ......?"

Shaking his head, if he was a member of the Ji family, he would be extremely abnormal when he appeared in the Eastern Regions.

Her red lips pursed slightly, hoping not to be seen by the Ji family.

However, the worry in her heart was not strong, because for the battle of the dragon and phoenix list, the people of the Ji family were not taken seriously by them at this stage, so no one should watch this battle.

It's like the rest of their clan except her.

......

Bai Qianleng patted his right hand lightly on his chest, his mouth opened slightly, and a drop of red essence blood shot out of his mouth, levitating above his right hand. With the appearance of this drop of essence blood, his face was even more bloodless, and his body was about to fall to the ground under the shaking.

Fortunately, he shook his head vigorously and forcibly stabilized his body.

That drop of red essence blood is different from the essence blood of ordinary people.

An endless scorching breath emanated from the essence blood, like boiling magma, and in the essence blood, there seemed to be a faint figure of a three-legged golden crow.

Bai Qiancold's scarred right hand lightly touched the drop of essence blood.

"Golden Crow...... Burning the sky!"

The extremely weak voice sounded, and the golden crow phantom in that drop of essence blood suddenly raised its head and cried.

The next moment, it flapped its wings and flew high, as if it had broken the barrier of that drop of essence blood and returned to the world.

The essence blood disappeared, and was replaced by the golden crow that rose to the sky, the body condensed by the true fire of the sun, leaving deep hot marks in the space, as if it could incinerate the terrifying aura of the world, emanating from the body of this golden crow.

At the same time, a shocking three-color sword light shot up into the sky, rushing towards the Golden Crow.

The two collided violently.