Seeing that the windmill used a god-level spirit weapon, Mo Lun didn't dare to slack off, chanted a spell in his mouth, and the fire dragon on his right arm appeared, gradually detached from Mo Lun's right arm, and flew into the air, spraying a long fire dragon from his mouth, spreading towards the galloping golden dragon. The two giant dragons flew up and down in the air, entwining, the golden dragon turned into a golden dragon spear belonged to an inferior artifact, coupled with the strength of the windmill's mid-stage transformation of the god, the golden dragon was not lost to Mo Lun's fire dragon on the surface. Although Mo Lun's fire dragon was given by King Kong, and I don't know what level it belongs to, but after all, it is King Kong's spiritual weapon, which must be higher than the level of the golden dragon spear, but Mo Lun's strength is worse than that of the windmill, so it doesn't take much advantage on the surface.

The golden dragon exudes a huge spiritual power, wanting to use spiritual power to break through the fire dragon, and want to use spiritual power to smash the fire dragon little by little, but he doesn't know that the fire dragon can corrode the spiritual power on the golden dragon, as long as it can form a stalemate with him, the fire dragon can slowly corrode the spiritual power on the golden dragon little by little, the fire dragon will wrap the whole body around the golden dragon, and the golden dragon will also wrap the whole body on the fire dragon, the two dragons are now indistinguishable from each other, and they can't see who is who, the windmill feels the passage of its own spiritual power, no matter how it supplements, it has not taken any advantage。

"No, in a while, my spiritual power will be completely corroded by him, then there will be no chance of winning at all, what should I do?" Windmill quickly thought of a way in his mind. "I can only make a desperate bet!" Thinking of this, the windmill changed his handprint, and a powerful spiritual power erupted from his hand, and the golden dragon in the air immediately swelled a lot, and the golden light suddenly brightened. Suppressed the dragon's flames. The fire dragon is under the attack of the golden dragon's powerful spiritual power. Constantly falling backwards, the flame of the fire dragon became smaller and smaller.

"Or the strength of the windmill is better, as soon as he increases the attack of spiritual power, Mo Lun's fire dragon can't stand it, and it won't be long before Mo Lun's fire dragon disappears, and it will be defeated. Someone was whispering. "No, wasn't it the windmill that took the lead just now? Didn't you still let Melun win a round in the end?" said someone unconvinced. "It's different this time, don't you see that the windmills are desperate, I bet he will win. "Some people are very optimistic about windmills. "None of us can guess, their victory or defeat is really not something we can see, let's wait until the result appears" Some people simply don't guess, they have to wait for the final result.

Mo Lun also didn't expect that the windmill would concentrate all his spiritual power to attack, and when the windmill didn't do its best, he could still fight to a tie with him, once the windmill was desperate, if Mo Lun didn't use other means. There is only a share of admitting defeat, which is what Morun does not want to see. Look at the golden dragon that drowned its own fire dragon. Mo Lun raised his left hand and pointed his middle finger in the direction of the windmill, and a blue ice flame erupted from Mo Lun's fingertips, with a chill, swept towards the windmill, and even the audience on the edge of the ring felt a chill and unconsciously took a step back.

Even the offensive windmill that the audience can feel can naturally feel it, this chill is different, it is cold and biting, and you feel fear from the bottom of your heart, and the huge spiritual power aura is coming towards your lower body, if you don't pay attention to it, it is very likely that your lower body will freeze, and the windmill is not willing to be hurt by itself. And Melun just lost to himself in this one round, he won't lose the whole game, but he is finished. Thinking of this, he quickly turned around, dodged the attack of Mo Lun's blue ice flame, and with a snort, the blue ice flame hit the pillar next to him, and the pillar suddenly turned into an icicle, and under the impact of the follow-up spiritual power, the ice chips and wood chips were mixed together and flew to the audience, and a burst of coolness came to the sky, making the lively scene cool down in an instant.

Without the support of spiritual power, the golden dragon of the windmill returned to its original appearance, and the fire dragon gradually burned, and the two dragons were still entangled in the air and could not tell the winner. The windmill looked at the pillar next to him, and his heart was also shocked, if Mo Lun also used this method now, he would definitely lose. But why doesn't Moren use it now, is it to show his strength and embarrass me in front of everyone? No, if that were the case, he would have done it a long time ago, so what is it for?

The stalemate between the two giant dragons in the air has been for a while, because the fire dragon can corrode spiritual power, so the golden dragon gradually began to retreat, and the windmill thought that it would win with one blow, but he didn't expect Mo Lun to use the blue ice flame. If he's desperate, there's a chance that Melun will play a bigger killer. Looking at the giant dragon in the air, the audience below boiled, "What's the matter, just now I said that the windmill occupies the peak, how come it is that in a short period of effort, the fire dragon of Morun will occupy the peak, and it confuses me." Someone said. "Didn't I tell you just now, we can't tell the winner, and when the game is over, you'll know, let's not guess. The man said again.

"Haven't you seen it yet, Moren hasn't used all his strength yet, he doesn't want to embarrass the windmill!" I don't know who said that. "There's some truth to what you're saying, that's what happened. Someone chimed in. The fire dragon in the air was eating away at the golden dragon little by little, seeing that the golden dragon gradually weakened, and after a while, the golden dragon disappeared into the air, and Mo Lun did not let the fire dragon continue to attack, but when he saw the golden dragon disappear, he took the fire dragon back, and then stood quietly in place, watching the windmill. If the windmill admits defeat, it's better, if you don't admit defeat and want to fight again, continue to fight.

Seeing that Mo Lun did not use the fire dragon to continue to attack, the windmill was also stunned, he wanted to admit defeat, but he didn't enter the finals, that is, he didn't do his best, he himself would not forgive himself, their island owners were looking forward to them being able to enter the finals, if they just gave up, how to face their island owners after going back, how to face their own conscience. Thinking of this, he clasped his hands into fists and said: "Mo Lun's last round, you don't have to let me, I will do my best, if there is anything offended, please Haihan!" After speaking, without waiting for Mo Lun to answer, his hands continued to form complex handprints in the air, and his mouth kept making strange screams.

As the windmill's handprints changed, the windmill's legs gradually thickened, tearing his pants out, revealing long hairy legs, long golden hair, and a long tail growing from the back, flicking and flicking. The windmill's body was also stretching, and long golden hair grew on its body, and the two hands that were being sealed were also lifted to the ground, turning into two front legs, and the windmill's head gradually became longer, and a pair of horns grew on its head.

"How did he become a cow?" the audience below was amazed. "It seems that the spirit beast in his body is a cow, do you know what kind of cow it is?" asked Haiwei as he looked at Narcissus. "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Tianshan Demon Bull ranked fifty-fifth on the Spirit Beast List!" Narcissus thought for a moment and said. "The princess is really good at remembering, that's what is recorded in our 'Spirit Animal Ranking Record'. Tsunami said on the side. "Fifty-five on the list of spirit beasts, but it is equivalent to the strength of the middle stage of the god transformation, plus the strength of the windmill ability, they are about to reach the Great Perfection realm. Highey said. "If that's the case, Melun is really going to lose this time, and I want to give him a little color in the final, it seems that there is no chance. Hawe said again. Narcissus glanced at him, did not speak, and the expression on her face became more and more serious.

The completely transformed Tianshan Demon Bull, the two hind hooves were constantly planing in the ring, the bull's head was low, the two horns were pressed forward, and the two nostrils were constantly spraying spiritual power outward, only to see the two front legs of the Tianshan Demon Bull move, and the hind legs kicked forward, rushing towards Mo Lun like an arrow. Seeing this situation, Mo Lun had no good way to do it, so he could only block it for a while. Took out the Vajra Buddha from his arms, and entered the remaining spiritual power into the Vajra Buddha, under the effect of spiritual power, the Vajra Buddha gradually became bigger, constantly flashing outward, and the golden light passed through the Taurus, but the Taurus did not stop advancing, not even paused.

The fast-running Taurus was full of rage, and he wanted to trample the Vajra Buddha under his feet, and he wanted to defeat Morun and earn honor for the Isle of Tempest. The golden light began to dim a little under the coercion of the golden bull's spiritual power, but it still wrapped the golden light on the surface of the golden bull, and the golden sword in the hand of the Vajra Buddha was also raised high, and Mo Lun also pointed out the middle finger of the left and right hands to the Tianshan Demon Bull, and the golden sword slashed down in the hand of the Vajra Buddha, but before it reached the top of the demon bull's head, it was controlled in the air by the spiritual power of the demon bull, and it couldn't be split, and the red flame and blue ice flame only advanced half before stopping. The strength shown by the Tianshan Demon Cow and the windmill is not comparable to Mo Lun, and Mo Lun has also done his best, he really can't think of any better way to deal with the Tianshan Demon Bull.

Mo Lun regretted a little, why did he have the opportunity to defeat the windmill just now and he didn't grasp the opportunity, he was too arrogant and arrogant, this time it's good, there is no chance to turn the tide of the battle, how can he go back to face the two brothers Lie Yinghao and Lie Ying, and how can he go back to face Lie Changfeng?

Anyone who has a little cultivation can see that this time Mo Lun is really going to lose, and they also see that Mo Lun used all his strength and did not turn the tide of the battle, Lie Yinghao slowly lowered his head, and Lie Hero couldn't bear to watch Mo Lun lose the game. The Vajra Buddha began to slowly become smaller, and the golden sword in his hand was held in his arms again, and he no longer attacked. Mo Lun's two flames were also forced to retreat, and they were about to approach Mo Lun's body, and the two sharp horns of the Demon Bull were about to be inserted into Mo Lun's chest, and the spiritual power that erupted from the two nostrils of the Demon Bull had completely destroyed the spiritual power of Mo Lun's defense.

For the first time, Mo Lun was cornered, and he collected both flames, and raised his head to the sky and roared, "Am I just losing......?