Chapter Fifty-Eight: Another Victory

"Boom!"

Everyone looked at it, Tang slashed a Divine Thought Flying Knife, and there was no shadow to capture the Divine Slash!

emitted a golden light to slash at the hundred-year-old ghost, and the black mist emitted by the ghost, and a golden light appeared in the divine thought flying knife.

A strange scene was emitted in the Taibai Arena, the fog invaded the golden light, and the golden light turned into fog.

This knife was ineffective, at this time Tang Chop no longer had any strength in his body, he knelt on one knee, barely supported his body with the knife and said: "Shen Huchan, what kind of demon method are you using!"

Tang Shu's eyes were full of unwillingness at this time, usually his knife technique, but he had the power to turn over the river and the sea.

But today, when I met Shen Huchan, I didn't finish any of my usual strength.

Shen Huchan smiled slightly and slowly walked towards Tang Chop.

Seeing Shen Huchan coming, Tang Shu's spirit was shocked, and he wanted to wait for Shen Huchan to approach, and fought hard to kill him with one blow.

Thinking of this, a cold smile appeared at the corner of Tang Shu's mouth.

For Shen Huchan, he was extremely disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

Because of this big competition, many people compare themselves with Shen Huchan.

This made the arrogant Tang Chu always want to defeat Shen Huchan.

At this time, on top of the treasure sword, all the power of Tang Slash had been poured into it.

He wanted to defeat Shen Huchan with his last battle thoughts.

When Shen Huchan walked a foot away from him, Tang slashed hard, wanting to send out a knife.

"Ahh

Tang Chu never expected that he would use all his strength to find that he couldn't stand up.

At this time, Shen Huchan had already walked to Tang Shu's side. The dark yellow claws of the dead wood clawed, flashing with cold light, grabbed it with one claw.

"Poof!"

With one claw, Tang's head was grabbed by Shen Huchan.

Blood, like a fountain, was amazed by everyone present.

After a while, everyone looked at Shen Huchan, and their thoughts changed dramatically.

Although his realm is not high, his qualifications are average in the eyes of everyone, and every battle is more than 100 rounds.

But the innate fighting spirit, the fighting spirit of never admitting defeat, and the strength to win with difficulty in the end made everyone look up to it.

Especially Deacon Luo Shengzi, looking at Shen Huchan, laughed from the bottom of his heart.

Shen Huchan walked out of the Taibai arena lightly, and saw Tang Shu covering his head in pain, struggling.

As soon as the two made eye contact, they avoided each other. But Shen Huchan still noticed that at this time, the arrogant aura in Tang Shu's eyes had disappeared without a trace.

If two people are talking about each other, they are still in a pure competitive relationship. Then the next game is a battle of life and death.

Lin Zhixuan vs. Hu Lingbin!

A former island and a genius.

One is an elder of the sect and has many resources.

From the day they were born, the two were destined to be each other's opponents.

Lin Zhixuan was dressed in a white robe, naturally floating in the breeze, revealing a domineering aura on his body, but this time the opponent was Hu Lingbin.

There is no one in his eyes, and he has long seen that Lin Zhixuan is not pleasing to his eyes, and this time he must deal with it first and then quickly.

There was no mutual reporting to each other, and even two people didn't say hello.

In the field, they were silent with each other.

Because the two people know very well that there is such a competitive, non-foe-not-friend relationship.

Even if you don't want to win the first place in the sect, you don't want the other party to get it.

This is the human heart, everyone allows a stranger to develop, but cannot tolerate the promotion of a person around him.

Because there is a contrast and a conflict of interest between people at the same level, there is no problem with strangers.

Out of nowhere, the breeze blew, and the black hair reflected the obsidian-bright pupils of the two people.

It's like two blue wolves, looking at each other, trying to kill each other at the critical moment when the enemy relaxes.

Hu Lingbin made a move, but not with an ice pick!

It's a palm!

In this palm, Hu Lingbin tried his best and had no reservations.

I only saw that from Hu Lingbin's palm, a wisp of cold qi appeared, and this cold qi expanded infinitely and erupted.

This cold air became bigger and bigger, and finally enveloped Lin Zhixuan's whole person in it.

All of a sudden, the sky darkened, and everything became a blur.

With the cold wind, there was a sharp and piercing whistling, as if it was rushing into the middle of summer, and suddenly it turned into a cold winter.

Lin Zhixuan roared unhurriedly, and a domineering voice roared.

This roar is as if the devil is hiding, as if everything is going to be devoured by him.

A terrifying voice rushed into Hu Lingbin's mind.

The sound was like a magic sound from hell, and after a strange cold wind, Hu Lingbin's body obviously began to tremble.

For the sake of the family's honor, there must be no failure.

Thinking of this, Hu Lingbin stood up strongly, and hit five ice picks in a row.

Ling Zhixuan let out another lion's roar, easily breaking the ice pick he cast.

Immediately afterwards, a blow of Daoyan destroyed the world, shaking the inner spleen of Taibai Douchang.

At that moment, Hu Lingbin suddenly used immortal arts.

I saw that his body began to emit cold air, and gradually his body began to form a circle of protective shields.

Lin Zhixuan couldn't help but shout: "Ice Spirit Shield!"

This cold ice spirit shield is not ordinary, it is one of the ninety-nine immortal techniques in the Outer Gate Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

Now seeing Hu Lingbin performing this immortal technique, he can guess that it is his family's strength that can obtain such an immortal technique.

Just when Hu Lingbin was proud, Lin Zhixuan stepped hard, as if shouting softly, as if invisible, as if calling, and loud voices.

Suddenly, there was a murmur and a surging sound.

This kind of formless, imageless, immeasurable and infinite sound suddenly made Hu Lingbin's expression change greatly.

So as to be solid from the inside to the outside, solid inside and strong outside, and a breath of solidity.

The sound is by no means hoarse, broken and screaming.

Instead, it uses the true qi in the paste to lead the qi of the dantian, rushes the throat, and exits.

Its sound is deep and deep, deep and thick, shocking and strong, like a lion roaring and tiger roaring, heavy thunder and shocking the sky.

This is another top-secret sound skill of Panlong Island, "Thunder Sound Thunderbolt".