The ups and downs of the duel, the excitement of the bystanders once again ignited the passion of the audience, and the call was high again!

has played four games, and each game can always poke the excitement of the audience, making these people in high positions addicted!

There was no communication on the lord's seat this time, because one of them was an Imperial City player, who obviously had such an advantage, but he was defeated in such a bloody way, and the displeasure of the Holy Emperor was also in their eyes, if they laughed like before, it was obviously looking down on the emperor himself!

The ring entered the construction again, and this time the destruction was obviously more violent, and the ground of the entire ring was turned over, which shows the horror of the strength of the two!

Liu Tengping, who returned to his seat, was pale and didn't say a word, and no one touched his moldy head at this time, as the only two Heshen Realm powerhouses in the finals, he actually lost in the first game of the finals, and he lost so bloodily, he knew what kind of cruel punishment he would receive after the game with his ass!

Only Shen Yuliang stepped forward and patted Liu Tengping's shoulder to comfort him, but he didn't speak, and he didn't know what to say to comfort the other party at this time.

Compared to the oppressive atmosphere of the Imperial City camp, everyone in the Tian'an Leader camp cheered, and in their opinion, Yu Nianhua's last burning of essence blood was obviously intentional. Yu Nianhua also did not explain, if this move has been misunderstood, then in the eyes of the top echelons of the empire, he will even more have advanced combat experience, which will only benefit him!

Soon the ring will be repaired and the fifth game will begin!

With the entrance of the big bald head with the murderous face of men, women and children, the screams of the girls instantly sounded in the audience, and they could not stop the screams of the girls under the strong resistance of their parents.

Lin Zhaohui, who was standing opposite Praruo, shook his head and smiled, because he found that it was the officials and daughters of his Qilin Collar who were also shouting Praruo's name at the top of their voices, completely ignoring him, the person who brought honor to the Qilin Collar.

"You've got a bewitched face! It's a pity that it's a monk, and I'm blind with this face! ”

Praruo clasped his hands together, saluted Lin Zhaohui slightly, and said:

"Amitabha! The appearance was given by my father, this is a gift, what is the difference between beauty and ugliness! ”

The corners of Lin Zhaohui's mouth twitched!

Why do you force your face to say that there is no difference between beauty and ugliness! The men in the audience are the most unqualified to say!

Lin Zhaohui doesn't want to be serious with a monk in terms of beauty and ugliness, or a monk who completely crushes himself in terms of appearance!

As a battle began, neither of them moved, looking at each other, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while!

Lin Zhaohui didn't know much about Praruo, so he wanted to wait for Praruo to strike first, but Praruo didn't seem to have any intention of making the first move!

Left and right waited and waited for no reaction, Lin Zhaohui couldn't bear it, and saw that as soon as he stretched out his hand, an emerald green flute appeared in his hand.

The next moment, a dull sound came from Lin Zhaohui's flute.

An invisible attack formed by sound waves did not spread with the sound, but directly turned into a transparent large knife and slashed at Prajna after the flute was released.

As if noticing, Prajna slapped forward with a glow of light from one palm. Suddenly, the light on the palm of the hand broke away and turned into a huge palm and struck forward quickly.

The invisible broadsword and the shining palm collided between the two of them, and there was no violent explosion, and the two strokes dissipated directly in mid-air after colliding.

Immediately after that, a passionate music sounded directly in the ring, and no one knew how Lin Zhaohui could blow such a melody with just one flute, but at this time, this was obviously not in everyone's consideration, because the sound waves had turned into translucent skeletons holding big knives and rushed straight towards Praruo.

Seeing this, Prajna recited a Buddha name. Then I saw that Praruo's hands were raised, the palms were facing Lin Zhaohui, and the palms were shining, and they were slapped out quickly and continuously.

The next moment!

It was as if palm prints with countless light bulbs flew out, and under the continuous slapping of Pranya, one after another the palm prints glowing with strong golden light slapped straight towards Lin Zhaohui.

The spectators who were watching the game were directly dazzled by this sudden continuous light, and only the camp of the Xizen Leader narrowed their eyes at the same time, obviously anticipating this situation.

One attack is basically invisible, the other attack is afraid that others will not see it, and two strongly contrasting attacks are colliding fiercely in the ring.

And in the eyes of some monks with low cultivation, the scene in the ring is a little incomprehensible.

One person shot a strong palm attack in the air, and one person played the flute in the ring calmly, but those palm prints dissipated directly and silently between the two of them, and these people were a little stunned for a while!

"Can that palm only hit that far? Why didn't that bald monk go any further! ”

The battle in the ring was a little stalemate, but Lin Zhaohui did not panic at all, competing for the consumption of Yuan Force like this, he was naturally not afraid of a monk who was only the fourth order of the God Realm, and heard that if he only used this one move in every battle, he didn't know whether he would only use this one move or look down on everyone.

However, he has also seen the power of this Great Day Buddha Palm, except for some dazzling, the power is nothing more! Thinking of this, Lin Zhaohui smiled slightly, and said to Prajna:

"Prajna, if you have any other moves, let's use them! You can't win with this trick! ”

Seeing Lin Zhaohui speak, Prajna also stopped waving his palms, and dispersed the light of his palms:

"Amitabha! In this competition, the little monk only uses this trick, if the donor can catch it, the little monk will admit defeat! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong momentum erupted from Prajna's body, followed by a flash of golden light, and the next moment, a huge golden statue appeared from behind Prajna.

As soon as the Great Buddha Dharma appeared, Lin Zhaohui, who bore the brunt of the attack, breathed a sigh of relief, and a strong sense of oppression came to his face. Lin Zhaohui was also surging with Yuan Power immediately, and he didn't dare to be careless, so he hurriedly wanted to use his strongest move to fight against Prajna's next attack.

Prajna's palm shone again, but this time the light was stronger, and when the palm was slapped, the Great Buddha Dharma Aspect made the same action, and then the huge Dharma Aspect was completely integrated into the palm of the slapped hand, and then it merged with the palm print of Prajna again.

A palm print that seemed to have been turned into a strong light appeared, and it slapped straight towards Lin Zhaohui with unparalleled might.

And the piccolo in Lin Zhaohui's hand instantly ignited a green flame, only to see Lin Zhaohui's whole body Yuan Force converge, pouring into the piccolo, and an incomparable sound was blown out by Lin Zhaohui.

The next moment, the entire piccolo broke away from Lin Zhaohui's hand on its own, and turned into an armored warrior burning with green flames, several meters tall, his whole body was tightly wrapped in armor, and the big knife in his hand seemed to be formed by countless ghosts, exuding a palpitating momentum.