Around the ring.

Seeing that Ling Bailong's advantage was becoming more and more obvious, claw marks appeared on Ling Jiuqiu's body one after another, and many clansmen couldn't help but cheer wildly.

On a high platform.

The high-level officials also started to talk about it.

"There is no suspense in this battle, although Ling Jiuqiu is two years older, after all, he awakened too late, and his strength is limited after all."

"Although he lost this time, he has already shown enough talent, in three months, from a martial arts newcomer who has just awakened his martial soul to the current level, such a cultivation speed is really terrifying!"

"Not only that, but his martial arts talent is also extraordinary, a body technique and an attack martial art, they should have mastered above the proficiency realm."

"This is still in the process of his rapid improvement in cultivation, and he took the time to cultivate."

"The comprehensive talent in all aspects is probably not much worse than that of the White Dragon Young Patriarch."

"If the two awaken at the same time, then today's battle will definitely be even more exciting!"

While everyone is talking.

The White Dragon's offensive is becoming more and more frenzied.

Because most of his true qi had been consumed, but in the continuous attacks, he only caused a few flesh wounds to Ling Jiuqiu, and he was still far from defeating the other party.

"His defenses are too strong!"

"The frequency of attacks must continue to accelerate! Otherwise, I won't be able to win until I run out of true energy. ”

In the continuous wandering attacks, he gradually began to try to maintain close combat with Ling Jiuqiu, and he no longer took the initiative to distance himself between several attacks.

The confrontations between the two became more and more frequent.

That's just at this time.

Ling Jiuqiu's eyes suddenly moved.

Ground-level Martial Soul Ink Scale Sword activated!

Then superimpose the yellow-level high-grade martial art Meteor Palm Sword!

This is his real full blow!

The white dragon didn't notice anything unusual, and a claw of the Split Mountain collided with his Meteorite Palm Knife.

The next moment.

Ling Jiuqiu's four fingers were like knives, directly penetrating the martial soul phantom on the surface of Ling Bailong's body, breaking through the skin and flesh, and then stabbing the bones in his palm to break open.

"Shhh

Under the sudden severe pain, Bai Long's right hand instantly became sore and weak, and he couldn't help but snort in pain.

He didn't have time to think about why Jiuqiu's attack power had suddenly increased so much.

Because out of the corner of his eye, he had caught a glimpse of a black shadow as fast as lightning.

He knew that it was Ling Jiuqiu's attack.

His heart trembled, causing the white dragon to move under his feet and hurriedly retreat backwards.

"Want to escape? Can you escape? ”

Ling Jiuqiu sneered.

He had been hiding for so long, just for the sake of this blow now, how could he be allowed to escape easily?

His already prepared left hand reached forward, and when he couldn't make a move, he grabbed Ling Bailong's wrist and pinched it tightly like an iron pincer, forcibly setting his figure.

His right hand was like a sharp blade, stabbing at Ling Bailong's chest without stopping.

"Oops!"

It made the white dragon feel horrified.

The situation is changing too fast.

From the previous smooth sailing and taking the upper hand, to the palm injury, to being grabbed by Ling Jiuqiu's wrist, all these changes were only in an instant.

He didn't have time to think about the tactics to deal with at all, so he could only rely on the guidance of his instinct and block Ling Jiuqiu's attack with his intact left hand.

However.

His defense was not a strong point, and his attack was not Ling Jiuqiu's opponent at all, but now he hurriedly blocked, and in front of the powerful attack that made Jiuqiu's hole cards go out, his arm was directly stabbed out of a deep blood hole.

"Ahh

The white dragon couldn't help but scream.

He never really lived or dies.

Before awakening the martial spirit, he was just an ordinary thirteen-year-old boy, and even the son of a pampered patriarch.

After awakening the martial spirit, his talent shocked the entire Eternal Spring City, and he was strictly protected by the family, even if he was the object of the usual actual combat drills, he was also a core member of the family that he could absolutely trust.

Not to mention being respectful, at least they will show mercy in battle, and no one has ever dared to be ruthless.

This was the first time that the white dragon was defeated.

It was also the first time he had faced such a critical situation.

He was both resentful and dazed.

At the same time, under Ling Jiuqiu's merciless attack, there was still a trace of deep fear in his heart.

And Ling Jiuqiu's attack has not stopped.

The blood-stained right hand was pulled out of Ling Bailong's arm, still maintaining the form of the Meteorite Palm Knife, and stabbed forward again.

"Stop!!"

On the high platform, Feihong shouted violently.

Deafening sound waves swept in all directions.

Ling Jianghai, who was outside the ring, immediately leaped out, wanting to stop Ling Jiuqiu's attack.

However.

Too late.

Ling Jiuqiu's second Meteorite Palm Knife stabbed Ling Bailong in the neck.

The bone broke completely in an instant.

Vast expanses of blood gushed out.

Ling Jianghai rushed to Ling Jiuqiu's side at this time, grabbed his wrist, and forcibly pulled him aside.

"White Dragon!"

Ling Feihong jumped off the high platform.

Several other elders also hurriedly rushed to the ring.

The high levels of the major forces looked at each other.

The clansmen around the ring were stunned.

"The young patriarch of the white dragon is dead......"

"I was killed in public by Ling Jiuqiu."

"How is that possible?!"

The series of events just now happened in just a few seconds.

Everyone was still immersed in the cheers that made the white dragon about to win the championship.

In the blink of an eye.

Ling Bailong was defeated, and even died in the hands of Ling Jiuqiu in the blink of an eye.

"Ling Jiuqiu !!"

A muffled voice rang out with suppressed anger.

After Ling Feihong checked Ling Bailong's injuries and confirmed that he was dead, he stood up and walked towards Ling Jiuqiu step by step.

"Why are you so ruthless!"

"He's your brother!"

Fei Hong's tone rose little by little, and finally turned into a loud roar.

"If my father didn't remind me, I couldn't remember that he was my younger brother, after all, no one in the whole family regarded me as his elder brother."

"Moreover, it is normal to have life and death in battle, if I don't fight ruthlessly, it will be me who loses."

Ling Jiuqiu said calmly.

At this time, another terrible voice sounded.

"White Dragon!!"

The second lady was so sad that her mind went blank.

At this time, he barely came to his senses, staggered and rushed to the direction of the ring, fell twice at the stairs, and finally climbed the stairs with both hands and feet.

With a hollow look in her eyes, she walked step by step to the middle of the ring, pushed away several elders gathered around, and looked at Ling Bailong's corpse in a daze, as if her brain had not yet reacted.

"White Dragon ......"

She muttered a few words, and her body suddenly fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

That's when it happened.

Someone exclaimed.

"Look!"

"Ling Bailong...... He ......"

Hear the words.

Everyone immediately looked in the direction of Ling Bailong.

I saw a blood-colored flame rising from the broken neck of the white dragon, and rapidly expanding until it enveloped his entire body.

Everyone watched in amazement.