The two people in the field, with the golden-red giant python on one side and the cyan giant sword on the other, had already started a purely spiritual battle between the two, and the terrifying sense of coercion spread unscrupulously to the surroundings under the hedge of the qi machine, so that the people watching the battle around were also affected.

"Back off, back off!"

The people on both sides of the field immediately felt an extreme sense of threat under the confrontation between Dio and Temple, and couldn't help but retreat again and again, leaving farther away to be more relaxed.

At this time, the difference between individual strength can be clearly seen according to the distance of the pushout, only Puran did not retreat a step, but advanced a few steps to see clearly, while the others, the closer they are, the stronger the strength, and the farther away the weaker.

The corners of Temple's mouth curled, and for the first time he smiled in front of Dior, his right arm raised above his head shook slightly, as if slowly and quickly separating countless phantoms and spreading towards the sides of his body, forming a dreamlike fan.

"Gale Mystery ......"

He suddenly floated, his feet off the ground, as if an invisible pair of wings were dragging his body up.

"Devour. ”

Bite!

Everyone felt that the surroundings had suddenly become dim, only Temple and the brighter and brighter giant sword above him remained, the light of the giant sword was so dazzling and gorgeous, sharp and dazzling, almost invisible, as if it was it swallowing up all the light around it, and it also exuded an invisible gravitational force that began to pull Dio's body, this was only the stage when the momentum was accumulated to the peak before the real attack, and the momentum was already so terrifying.

Seeing the vision in front of him, the warriors who were watching on the side suddenly didn't dare to make a sound, and they didn't even breathe a little heavier, for fear of ruining this beautiful scene.

And for Dior, who was facing all the pressure of Temple, there was a flash in front of him, and then what he saw was darkness, and he couldn't see anything, and a sharp and cold breath kept hitting him, hitting his face and hurting.

He simply closed his eyes, raised his right fist, and put on a posture ready to punch, ankles, calves, waist, arms, etc., every part of the body was slightly adjusted, every movement was like a slow motion in the face of huge resistance in the water, but almost for a short moment, he had already prepared all the preparations before the punch, this extreme contradiction in time and space made the onlookers uncomfortable and wanted to scream.

Dior felt as if he had returned to the fire beneath the Mannheim Mountains, a calm lake unfolded in his mind, reflecting his surroundings without his eyes, and his breathing became heavy and long, like a giant beast about to wake up.

The closest he came to death since his rebirth, especially the amazing punch that killed Versailles, was clear in his memory as if it had happened yesterday. In the days after that, as long as he had time, he kept recalling every trace of the most delicate feelings of that punch, and then constantly perfected, wanting to turn it into his real killer weapon, and today, under the stimulation of Temple's strong enemy, he once again entered the state of mind at that time, and was about to reproduce this punch again.

He took a heavy breath.

He opened his eyes softly again, and the darkness in front of him suddenly sounded with a cracking sound, countless cracks spread, and then shattered, but in front of him was a rapidly enlarged cyan sword and Temple slashed with a wave of his arm.

"Dead and buried. ”

He whispered, then swung his fist.

Birth, death, burial, reincarnation, and his punch is to send the enemy into reincarnation.

As soon as the fist was handed out, the next moment it was already in front of Temple, and then he made a fist swing, time and space completely reversed, but full of an indescribable sense of harmony, which made people feel that it was a matter of course.

At this time, exhale.

Roar!

A huge beast roar spread instantly.

The air currents were shaking, the ground was shaking, the bystanders were shaking, and countless clouds of dust were bursting up, and it seemed as if the whole world was shaking.

Except for Pu Lan, everyone else felt a roar in their ears, and their whole body was full of a crispy and numb trembling feeling, and they even felt a little difficult to stand.

The golden python instantly merged with Dior, and collided with the giant sword that Temple had incarnated.

Boom, boom, boom, boom......

The huge explosion sounded continuously, and this time even the entire martial arts hall began to tremble, and the strong wind formed by the explosion rushed towards the surroundings and even knocked some of the less skilled martial artists directly to the ground, and most of the remaining people could only support it, only Pu Lan stood straight in place, his clothes were blown hunting, and the battle intent that burst out of his eyes was close to the substance.

Boom!

A person's image bounced out like a cannonball, and slammed into a wall on the edge of the martial arts training ground, and the part of the wall that was hit collapsed at once. Numerous cracks stretched from the collapse to both sides.

Who won?!

For a moment, the spectators cast their eyes on this figure, hoping to see how the battle was going.

The figure gradually became clear, it was Dio, he was half-kneeling in the rubble, his whole body was densely covered with blood of different sizes, the most serious was a hideous blood hole appeared in the middle of the left shoulder and the heart, the skin and muscles at the blood hole seemed to have disappeared directly at once, penetrating the front and back of his body, and he could directly see the scene behind him, anyone who saw it would know that his injury was absolutely very serious.

Could it be that Dior lost?

The eyes of the people in the Gray Scale Martial Arts Hall suddenly showed a look of despair, and the Remmy Huntton Company became excited.

Syllable!

Dio kicked hard with his right foot, and the whole person stood up again, this movement also shook the wound, and the blood suddenly gushed out, so that his whole body was bathed in his own blood, and then the blood continued to drip down his body to the ground.

But there was no frustration on his face, but a smile on his face, as if he didn't feel his pain.

Didn't he lose?

Seeing Dior's expression, the onlookers' mentality suddenly dropped, and they began to look at the middle of the field with some apprehension, hoping to find out the clues of the victory or defeat of this battle from another fighter.

At this time, the smoke and dust in the field began to dissipate, revealing Temple's still standing tall.

Intact!

Everyone looked Temple up and down several times before coming to this conclusion.

Or Temple won.

In an instant, the onlooker's mentality changed like a roller coaster.

But no one said anything now, after all, the two fighters have not fallen yet, and the battle is not over.

Da Da Da ......

Dior walked slowly, and the sound of crisp footsteps continued to spread around, as if hitting the hearts of those present.

Soon, he walked back into the field, to the opposite side of Temple, and a long bloody path stretched behind him.

"You're amazing. Temple spoke suddenly, his voice dry and hoarse, but with a hint of excitement.

"The same goes for you. "Dio's right hand dotted the wound on the most severe left shoulder several times, cutting off nearby blood vessels and slowing the flow of blood.

"What's the name of this secret warrior?" Temple asked with a smile, as if Dio had been his friend for many years, making the onlookers almost look at him, but Puran looked at him thoughtfully, showing a hint of regret.

"Dead and buried. Dior replied with the same kind attitude.

"Dead and buried? Temple laughed calmly, "Dior, it's an honor to fight you." ”

Dior's face became solemn, and he once again performed a martial artist's etiquette: "I am also very honored to be able to understand your secret martial arts." ”

Temple smiled and nodded, then closed his eyes.

In the next moment, everyone saw Temple's whole person light up, and then countless cracks appeared densely on every part of his body, and after a few seconds, they saw countless golden-red flames rushing out of the cracks, turning his whole person into a raging torch, the fuel was his life, and the light was abnormal.

After more than ten seconds, the flames dissipated, and Temple had been reduced to countless ashes, dissipating in the gentle night wind.

"Next. Dio looked at Temple for a moment, then said softly but unusually clearly.

Bang!

At this moment, the gunshots rang out suddenly, instantly grabbing the hearts of those present.