Jiang Hao didn't move, looked at the two round holes in his shirt and didn't change color, and said to Xingluo Wuchen, who was always smiling in front of him: "Brother Wuchen, you are good at cultivation, but you are much stronger than that Lu Bolai." ”

"Brother Jiang Hao is polite, your body style is the most peculiar I have ever seen, and you can even avoid my spiritual finger. Xingluo Wuchen nodded slightly and said softly.

Lingxi pointed at it, strictly speaking, it was not a combat skill, but a use of Xingluo Wuchen to transform the battle qi into battle intent, and only he could compress the battle qi so high and then blast it out in the form of sword qi. Using qi as a sword is a skill that will only be applied when entering the hall with the comprehension of sword intent, even if the strength is high, if you don't comprehend that artistic conception, it is impossible to use it.

After two simple battles, Jiang Hao's heart was already flooded with monstrous waves, Xingluo Wuchen's moves were very simple, but in Jiang Hao's eyes, it was so exquisite, compared to that Lu Bolai, it was indeed not a star and a half, from beginning to end, Xingluo Wuchen just stood quietly, and he didn't even move his footsteps for half a minute, but even so, he still forced Jiang Hao to desperately urge to chase the wind.

Jiang Hao took a deep breath, this Xingluo Wuchen is probably not weaker than that Liao Tianxing, since this is the case, Jiang Hao nodded secretly in his heart, he obviously can't keep his hand anymore.

Rumble!

Jiang Hao's eyes suddenly became quiet, like a pool of autumn water without a trace of ripples, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and a terrifying momentum began to be released from his body, and the majestic battle qi roared out, and purple-gold dragon qi continued to gush out from under his skin, slowly blending with the battle qi like silk. The tide of soul power poured out, and that void power just rose, slowly coiling towards Jiang Hao's back.

Under the infusion of purple-gold dragon qi, the dark yellow battle qi cyclone suddenly spread, and it slowly materialized, and a giant dragon with a foot of thirty or forty zhang slowly appeared behind Jiang Hao.

Unlike the time in the barracks, this time it was Jiang Hao who relied on his own strength to summon the dragon, the dragon's huge body was slightly illusory, but the scales that were the size of a person were so clear, with a dark yellow light and a hint of purple gold flowing on it. With the continuous release of Jiang Hao's inbound soul power, the giant dragon slowly circled, and a pair of lantern-version huge dragon eyes slowly opened, and suddenly a tide-like power suddenly rose, it was a kind of coercion, the power of coercion from the bloodline.

On the dragon's forehead, there was a hexagonal strange scale, this dragon scale was completely purple and gold, and black flames were constantly twisting around it, and it was Jiang Hao's natal flame Heiyan.

At the moment when the dragon rose from behind Jiang Hao, the audience seemed to stop breathing at this moment, and even their heartbeats were cut off, although the terrifying coercion was only a flash, but it was so real, all the hearts of all people were left trembling, and their souls were constantly trembling.

"Impossible, how is this possible?" In the royal viewing platform, Xingluo Zhenfeng violently crushed the teacup in his hand, stood up solemnly, and stared at the huge figure behind Jiang Hao with his eyes.

A hint of surprise also flashed in Zifeng's eyes, but he quickly calmed down and said lightly: "Brother Huang, this is just an illusion. ”

"No, I feel the smell of dragons, haha, I didn't expect this kid to be able to summon a dragon, not bad. Xingluo Zhenfeng patted the stone table, and his face flashed with joy, after all, if Jiang Hao won this competition, then it could almost be said that he would marry Xiao Yu, which would be beneficial and harmless to his empire.

Xingluo Wuchen's face finally changed, the smile disappeared from his face for the first time, and in the face of the huge dragon behind Jiang Hao, even Xingluo Wuchen felt a deep powerlessness, as if it was absolutely suppressed, and his blood began to boil. Glancing at Jiang Hao solemnly, Xingluo Wuchen pursed his lips, slowly raised his right hand upward, slowly stretched it out to the back of his neck, and held the stone sword in his hand.

Xingluo Wuchen, finally drew his sword.

The stone sword seemed to be very heavy, Xingluo Wuchen's movements were extremely slow, but it was extremely calm, and the three-foot stone sword slowly crossed a perfect arc in the air, and was gently raised to his chest.

"Dust-free. An almost murmuring sound came from Xingluo Wuchen's mouth, and his body was already moving.

The stone sword was so inconspicuous, there was not even a trace of aura, but there was a trace of softness in Xingluo Wuchen's eyes, as if he was holding not a sword, but a lover's arm. The moment he took out the stone sword, Xingluo Wuchen's whole person changed, and he became extremely focused, as if there was nothing else between the entire heaven and earth except for one person and one sword.

Holding the sword in his right hand, flicking his left hand, the front finger of the stone sword, slowly drawing a circle with himself as the center, the wrist continued to flip lightly, drawing a circle, and if you look closely, all the circles are gradually getting smaller, and the air has also left a series of black marks, this space seems to have been cut out of many cracks, but it has not disappeared.

On the huge martial arts arena, on the one hand, Jiang Hao's ever-increasing coercion, and on the other hand, the spatial traces constantly drawn by Xingluo Wuchen, everything was so weird.

With the output of soul power, Jiang Hao realized the horror of the incoming soul, more than a little stronger than the mortal realm soul, the dragon behind it has become a substance, although there is a lot of difference compared to the more than 100 zhang dragon summoned with the help of the power of killing the sky, but this time Jiang Hao did it with his own strength.

The purple-gold scales on the dragon's forehead became more and more dazzling with the input of Jiang Hao's dragon qi, and there was a noble aura in the demon, and with the continuous influx of Jiang Hao's soul power, the dragon's eyes were becoming more and more divine, and from a distance, the dragon at this time was simply a living demonic beast.

The old man hanging in the air not far away looked at the figure of the dragon with excitement, and his lips trembled involuntarily, the dragon, what an ancient existence, synonymous with power, although it was just a phantom, but from that figure, the old man really felt the taste of the dragon clan.

The color of purple gold became more and more intense, and Jiang Hao's body also began to change in the surprised expression of the elder, first his arms, and the fine dragon scales continued to emerge, and soon covered Jiang Hao's arms, and at the palms of his hands were two large dragon scales, exuding a purple-gold light, and sharp dragon claws more than half a foot long had already poked out from his fingers, glowing with a faint blue cold light. With the sound of a cotton silk tearing, Jiang Hao's back suddenly arched, and five huge dragon scales quietly emerged, as if they grew from Jiang Hao's spine, and the five scales were tightly bitten together, covering Jiang Hao's entire back tightly.

In addition, Jiang Hao's shoulders were suddenly raised with two two-foot-long spikes, sticking out with a hint of arc, and a small purple gold scale on his forehead was extremely exquisite, with a trace of dark black flowing on it, which was somewhat similar to the scale on the dragon's forehead.

On the other side, the black circle in front of Xingluo Wuchen was no longer countable, densely emitting penetrating spatial fluctuations, and at this moment, Xingluo Wuchen's face that had drawn countless swords was also pale with a touch of paleness, and the slow but teleportation-like stone sword brought up an afterimage and finally pointed at the origin of the center, and suddenly the amazing power seemed to break out of the space, and the air near the black circle seemed to be broken, emitting a tooth-sour sound.

Finally, just when the audience couldn't hold their breath, Jiang Hao and Xingluo Wuchen finally moved.

Jiang Hao's right leg slammed on, and a ripple of battle qi spread violently, and the entire gladiatorial arena even trembled, and his hands suddenly formed a mysterious seal knot, pointing at Xingluo Wuchen from afar.

Xingluo Dustless Stone Sword was raised horizontally, his left hand was lightly pressed on the body of the Stone Sword, the sword intent in his eyes was awe-inspiring, this Dustless Trick was created by Xingluo Wuchen himself, because it was too powerful, so even he himself rarely used it, but in the face of Jiang Hao's tidal pressure, Xingluo Wuchen still used it.

One move will determine the winner, at this time, Jiang Hao and Xingluo Wuchen's thoughts turned out to be the same.