"I didn't expect that both of them had come to this point!" "Emperor Nirvana looked at the picture on the water mirror and whispered to himself, his tone full of disbelief.

Field!

This ability that only the Supreme can have, where the Supreme is located is the realm, and in the realm, the Supreme is the god, who can control everything and exert a hundred times more strength than himself.

In the ring of life and death, the scene and field of the battle between the two at this time are very similar.

Master Pang Bo is the boundless realm of elemental energy, while Uncle Zhao is the realm of artistic conception triggered by the Cold Moon Sect's exclusive secret tome, the Cold Moon Decision.

Although it is only a prototype, although it is not a real realm, it can be shown that the realm of the two has actually reached the threshold of the supreme.

At least, there is no problem in breaking through to the half-step supreme.

Terrible, horrible!

I really can't understand why the two of them want to participate in the fight of life and death? Is it just to seek a real opponent? Emperor Nirvana has deep doubts in his mind.

In the entire life and death ring, the colors are distinct, on the left is Master Pang Bo's nine-colored elemental energy, and on the right is Uncle Zhao's moonlight artistic conception.

The two fought, reaching a critical moment, the boundless energy confrontation, like the tide constantly beating, the energy contained was amazing, but the two were desperate to kill each other.

"Inspector Li, who do you think will win?" Yan Qingyi asked.

"What do you think?" asked Li Qingyuan rhetorically.

"I think that mage has a better chance of winning," Yan Qingyi said, "The mage's own elemental body, condensing the elemental heart, and storing power are amazing, and this one from the Cold Moon Sect is probably ......."

"That's because you don't know the secret martial arts of the Cold Moon Sect," Li Qingyuan laughed softly, "Do you know why they are called the Cold Moon Sect?"

"I don't know, why?" Yan Qingyi shook his head and asked.

"Because the power of the Cold Moon Sect's cultivation comes from the moon, it is the purest moonlight, and more importantly, they can absorb the power of the moon at night. Li Qingyuan smiled softly, "They fought against each other for three days and three nights, consumed during the day and made up for it at night!"

"What do you mean," Yan Qingyi's eyes widened, "Senior Zhao can absorb the moon essence as a supplement in the ring of life and death, how is this possible?"

"Why is it impossible?" Li Qingyuan smiled, "She's the previous generation of sect masters, do you think she won't have an artifact on her?"

"Artifact? I see!" Yan Qingyi suddenly appeared, and his eyes revealed envy.

This is where the foundation of the emperor or the big power lies, and the artifact in hand is a big hole card, so don't look at the two of them playing hotly, but in fact, they are still evenly divided.

"It's not just Uncle Zhao, it's that mage, and there are artifacts. Li Qingyuan pointed out, "That staff, to be precise, the colorful crystals of the staff are very extraordinary!"

"The staff is a mage's weapon, a qualified staff can increase the power of the mage by three percent, and if it is an artifact, the increase can reach one hundred percent," Yan Qingyi said, "Only by saying this can he explain why he can cultivate the whole system at the same time, I am afraid it is the power of the artifact." ”

"That's it!" Li Qingyuan nodded.

"But in this case, the two won't keep fighting!" Yan Qingyi said, "When will it have to wait?"

"No," Li Qingyuan shook his head, "Even if it is an artifact, in the projection space of the Divine Mirror, its role is limited, so they will soon be able to distinguish the winner and loser."

Yan Qingyi nodded and stopped talking.

There was no sound transmission when the two talked, so the emperors present could hear it.

A large part of the Emperor didn't want the battle to end like this, and they wished that the battle would continue like this so that they wouldn't play.

There are also some emperors, while envying the two of them for having artifacts in life and death, they also secretly laugh at their unwise choices, if they fall, the artifact will be someone else's.

In this complicated situation of onlookers, there are new changes in the life and death ring, which has attracted everyone's attention.

Flowers bloomed all over the world, endless fragrances came to his nose, and Master Pombo incarnated into an elemental body, with a huge body and a small head on top of it.

His hands were green, his legs were yellow and his legs were yellow, and he barely maintained his human form, but his interior was made of elements, and all kinds of elements flowed within him.

Giving birth to countless flowers and creating countless fragrances, Master Pang Bo shook his body, and the whole person disappeared completely, but at the same time, Uncle Zhao was vigilant at the first time.

The fragrance is complex, the first time I smell it is very warm, there is a sweet feeling, but immediately there is a different feeling, I smell it carefully, but I can't ask what it tastes like.

It didn't take long for a feeling of lightheadedness to occur.

Uncle Zhao's forehead flickered, and she came to her senses at once, her face showed a look of shame, she didn't expect that a mage on the other side would make such a deplopate move, and actually use the fragrance of flowers to build an illusion and perform illusions!

If it weren't for the automatic reaction of the divine nature this time, I'm afraid even she would have to say the Tao, this floral fragrance is not simple at all, and even she, a high-ranking emperor, can't bear it.

Inferior illusions are only used by influencing the senses, but Master Pombo's methods are very wonderful, and the fragrance of flowers arouses not only the senses, but also the spirit.

This is no ordinary flower!

Uncle Zhao didn't bother with what to say, because the crisis had arrived.

Sharp ice spikes drilled out of the ground, ice spikes were more than ten meters long cones, a total of twelve, and they suddenly drilled out from the ground, and one of them drilled out from her feet.

It seemed to impale her, but just as she dodged, twelve ice spikes exploded at the same time, and countless ice edges, like rain, enveloped her.

Uncle Zhao's face froze, he took a deep breath, the long sword slashed, and the countless moonlights in the air began to shrink, and soon turned into a layer of moonlight clothes to wrap her.

All the ice edges collided on Yuehua's clothes, and they were all removed, and Senior Uncle Zhao was not only like that, her long sword trembled, and in an instant, three forty-meter sword lights were slashed out in a row.

The sword light was like a match, and everywhere it passed, all the flowers and plants were destroyed, and not only that, but also in the air, if the spirits were entangled with each other, forming a storm of sword qi.

The storm is like a tornado, constantly wandering in the arena of life and death, with a strong edge, shattering all ice edges, and even the fragrance of flowers and plants has disappeared.

The disappeared Master Pang Bo reappeared, but the place where he appeared was beside Uncle Zhao, a vine wrapped around Uncle Zhao's ankle, and earth-colored sand and stones began to spread from the vine.

Uncle Zhao's face was cold, his long sword was slashed, and as soon as Yuan Li spit out, the vines were shattered, and then his body turned into afterimages, like a fairy Ling Bo, and with a wave of his hand, a huge brilliance erupted.

Thundered!!

In the arena of life and death, there was a violent explosion, and even the water mirror could not maintain stability.

(End of chapter)