In the second game, Turin vs. Wang Chun.

Wang Chun was dressed in white, his body was thin, and he majored in self-cultivation. In the Starlight Academy, there are few people who are his opponents than speed.

"Heh, little beauty, you have to pay attention, my brother is very fast!"

Wang Chun, looking at the agile Turin in front of him, actually rose up to flirt in his heart.

Hula!

He was as fast as lightning, and suddenly appeared next to Turin, stretched out his right hand, and tried to touch Turin's cheek.

"Heh! this little girl is going to suffer!" the students of the Xinghui Academy gloated.

"Alas, a group of fools, compare their bodies in front of the Phantom Trace, one of the nine skills, and they are not looking for death!"

When Mo Han saw such a scene, he said with disdain.

Seeing that Wang Chun's hand was about to touch Turin's pretty face.

Whew!

Turin turned sideways, and without any pressure, turned into a white light.

"This girl, so fast! Could it be the phantom trace of the Du family?!"

The white-haired old man's gaze turned to the boy, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Oh, girl, yes!" the boy commented with doting eyes.

At the same time.

Turin, jumped up with his left foot, flipped over in the air, and kicked Qian Jin's chin with his right foot with unmistakable accuracy.

Creak!

At that moment, Qian Jin's head leaned back, his jaw shattered, and several teeth flew out of his mouth, accompanied by blood.

Then.

Turin landed on his front foot and his heel, right on his chest.

Whew!

Wang Chun, like a shrimp, flew out upside down.

Boom!

smashed under the stage of the martial arts arena, gravel flew, unconscious.

Torino's movements are perfect, without breaking away from the water, defeating the enemy in one move.

"This ......"

In everyone's eyes, there was an expression of disbelief.

Turin was on the stage, playfully making a triumphant gesture to Mo Han.

Then he walked off the arena.

Mo Han secretly contrasted his strength.

Although Wang Chun was only a twenty-fifth-level Spirit King, his body style, no one in the same level, could defeat him in a short time.

Obviously, Turin's strength is stronger, and to be precise, the spirit skills are even more weird.

The pressure of the ink cold doubled.

Solve the Nangong Mian in front of you first, and then find a way to defeat Chen Hao and Turin.

"In the next game, Mo Han will fight against Nangong Mian, please get ready!"

The host's voice shouted loudly.

Two figures flashed up.

On the martial arts field, Mo Han was wearing a black robe, the huge black cloak, completely covering his appearance and looking mysterious.

On the other hand, Nangong Mian was dressed in a gray robe, with a strong figure and a compelling momentum, with the posture of a superior person.

One is the newborn god of war, and the other has created countless miracles and legends, and the strong duel has aroused the curiosity of countless people.

"Heh! Fifteenth-level Spirit King, against twenty-ninth level Spirit Sect! It's not a joke!"

The crowd gloated.

"Sister Mengya, Brother Mo Han is okay!" Turin looked at Han Mengya with some concern.

"Believe Brother Mo Han!" Han Mengya comforted.

Turin followed Han Mengya and called Mo Han his brother, which was the little secret of their opinion.

Han Mengya knows that it is not easy for Mo Han to come to this point, and every step is to fight with life.

Now.

Nangong Mian stretched out the finger of his hand to Mo Han, and then went down, making an expression of disdain.

Provocation, disdain, contempt, at a glance.

Mo Han's face was slightly angry.

Nangong Mian, relying on his own cultivation to be profound, continued to provoke him, completely angering him.

Today, he must know the cost of angering himself.

The two deans sat on the top of the mountain, one was a boy and the other was a white-haired old man, drinking tea face to face.

"Guess who will win this game?" the white-haired old man asked nonchalantly.

Because, these two are both seeded players of the Jade Spirit Academy, and if they meet in the first round, no matter who wins or loses, it will cause a lot of damage. Xinghui Academy must have taken advantage of it.

"If you fight for strength, Nangong Mian will win, and if you talk about your heart, he will lose!" the boy commented casually.

"Will he win?" the white-haired old man sneered at Mo Han.

"Yes!" said the boy, firmly.

"It seems that your Jade Spirit Academy has really failed!" the white-haired old man said with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

In his opinion, the fifteenth-level Spirit King of Mo Han, in the Starlight Academy, was just a middle student.

Mo Han used the Phantom Talisman to deliberately hide his true level, which was difficult for ordinary people to detect, and when he was fighting, he was taken by surprise.

The white-haired old man despised Dao in his heart.

"Jade Spirit Academy, if it weren't for the support of the geniuses of the four major families, it would probably be really boastful!"

"Oh!

The boy took a sip of tea without hurrying.

At this time.

Mo Han and Nangong Mian were in full swing, leaving phantoms in the air.

Dozens of breaths later.

Boom!

There was a loud bang.

The two sides retreated dozens of steps, drawing a few feet of ravines under their feet, and the two sides tied.

"Misan! Dare to confront me head-on!"

Nangong Mian couldn't bear this result, and his eyes flashed with murderous aura. roared.

"God of thunder and lightning!"

Instantly.

Silvery-white arcs of lightning outside his body stirred, making an exploding sound.

With him as the center, the power of thunder and lightning spread outward, shining with dazzling white light.

"Thunder Palm!"

The palms turned into a storm of thunder and lightning and swept towards Mo Han.

"This son, gifted, contains the power of thunder and lightning in his spiritual power, and at the age of seven, he was lucky enough to fuse the spirit seal of the thunder and lightning divine beast unicorn. The white-haired old man couldn't help but show his approval.

"At the age of six, he fought against a tenth-level spirit master, at the age of seven, he fought against a twentieth-level spirit king, and at the age of eight, he fought against a twenty-second-level spirit sect, and he never lost a single defeat, and the Nangong family rarely saw a genius in a hundred years, and the next patriarch will be the successor. The boy answered.

"Now that he has reached the twenty-ninth level of the Spirit Sect, he is invincible at the same level, at this moment, do you think he will win?" the white-haired old man pointed at Mo Han with a taunt of doubt.

Seeing it, the palm of thunder and lightning came from the top.

The pressure has increased dramatically.

Mo Han's face changed slightly.

He felt enveloped in the power of thunder and lightning, and the breath of destruction oppressed him from breathing. Paralysis of the whole body and sluggishness of movements.

It's too late, it's fast.

Mo Han slowly stretched out his palms and greeted him above his head.

"Hmph, go die!" Seeing this scene, a sneer flashed at the corner of Nangong Mian's mouth.

This is his famous skill, and there are countless people who have died under the palm, not to mention the strength of the Spirit King, it is the Spirit Sect, and it will definitely be defeated.

Now.

Mo Han's palms, which are as white as jade, can be seen to be transparent to the naked eye, ice is bone, fire is muscle, extending from the palm to the arms, and the space becomes extremely hot.

A few days ago, the Spirit Emperor proposed to fuse the three spirit skills into one, and finally succeeded.

"Could this be the fusion of spiritual skills?!" the white-haired old man stood up suddenly, a look of shock on his face.

Spiritual skill fusion is to merge several spiritual skills to burst out with incomparable combat power, and similarly, it is extremely difficult to fuse, and if there is a slight difference, the body will explode and die.

Boom!

The palm of thunder and lightning collided with the fists of ice and fire, holding each other, and the irascible thunder and lightning fire was in a circle, sweeping away in all directions, and everywhere it went, it was all ashes.

Ahh

Under the arena, there were screams of pain. The onlookers, because they were too close, were affected by the fire of thunder and lightning, and their bodies spasmed, and their faces were like charcoal.

Mo Hanjian's brows furrowed.

Poof!

The power of thunder and lightning broke through his defenses, and the domineering poured into the meridians, quickly clearing and freezing the spiritual power, and the body was stiff and paralyzed and unable to move, and the muscles were cracked.

In a short period of time, it destroys all life in the body.

On the other hand, Nangong Mian was even more shocked in his heart.

The furious flames, strange and abnormal, could not be stopped at all, and entered the body along the palm, incinerating the spiritual power and muscles, if it were not for the fact that the level was much higher, it might have turned into ashes.

The two sides are at a stalemate.