Cheng Maofa glared at Cheng Ling helplessly, really indignant in his heart. To be honest, after watching the previous game, he decided that Cheng Ling was his fierce rival, and he wanted to fight him well and use his strength to convince the other party.

But now, after the battle between Gu Youlan, Bai Yiyi, and Leng Feng, more than half of the true yuan has been consumed. The showdown with Cheng Ling is really not very certain. At present, he can no longer hesitate, unless he automatically admits defeat.

Qiang cheered up, looked at the other party coldly, and said: "Cheng Ling, I wanted to fight with you to my heart's content, but I didn't expect you to use such despicable means, which really disappointed me!"

Cheng Ling smiled and said indifferently: "Each other, your true yuan has consumed most of it, and I have fought more than forty people in a row, and I have consumed a lot, so there is no need to say anything!"

Cheng Maofa's heart moved, and these words really reminded him. I fought three people in a row, but the other party fought more than forty people in a row, and the true yuan consumed must be a lot. The current state is probably pretending to be calm, and I can't tell how depressed I am.

He straightened up, cheered himself up, and said indifferently: "Since this is the case, then come!"

Cheng Ling slowly pulled out the Red Flame Sword, pointed at Cheng Maofa from afar, the void was dotted three times, and the momentum of the whole person soared into the sky, like a sharp sword, and the air around the ring was cut to a sneer.

Seventy percent of the sword intent, full stimulation!

Cheng Maofa's eyes were solemn, his hands waved continuously, and the two fire dragons were wrapped around his body, making a good defense. Immediately afterwards, with the extension of both palms, four illusory sword weapons condensed in the palms, constantly floating up and down.

"Senluo Sword Technique!"

Cheng Ling made the first move, and the long sword slashed through several sword lights. A layer of skynet-like sword qi pressed towards Cheng Maofa!

"Willow Dance!"

Cheng Maofa pushed his hand, and the four sword weapons flew towards the sword net, the two fingers were connected, the long sword was under control, shuttling back and forth, the sword net was constantly broken, and soon only half was left.

Cheng Ling secretly praised, this illusory sword spell is really sharp. Cheng Mao's character is not good, but his combat power is indeed strong. However, the sword net in front of him was not so easy to break, and while the illusory sword weapon was shuttling through the sword net, he continued to shoot dozens of sword lights.

Those sword lights converged and formed a sword net that continued to cover the past.

"Wind and thunder!"

The illusory long sword crossed an arc, Cheng Ling accurately grasped the direction of the slide, and the two sword qi turned into four and eight, and slashed hard at the illusory long sword.

Wave, wave, wave!

The four illusory sword weapons were swept away by the sharp sword light, and they immediately shattered. Cheng Maofa was taken aback, the opponent's shot was so fast, even the flying sword weapon could be captured. The hands were connected, the upper and lower rows of spells were shot, and he shouted in a low voice, "Ice and Fire Pole!"

Cheng Ling raised his eyes and saw that the upper row was the ice blade, and the lower row was the fire blade. The two groups of spells were half a foot apart, producing a temperature difference between the poles of ice and fire, and the void in the middle actually brewed a wind tornado.

Under the action of the poles of ice and fire, the wind tornado quickly struck towards Cheng Ling, and as long as he was involved in it, he would not be able to retain his body intact.

"Ice and fire, I can do it too!"

Cheng Ling shouted angrily, and the Purple Flame Seven Swords were instantly struck, and the scorching sword qi drove the air to form a tropical storm. Immediately afterwards, the long sword slashed through several circles of light in a row, and a layer of fine water vapor was diffused all around the body, and the water vapor turned into water droplets under the action of the true element.

"Falling flowers and flowing water!"

After the tropical storm, the water droplets in the sky followed closely behind, also forming ice and fire poles, colliding with Cheng Maofa's spell.

Thundered~!

Strong banging

The force of the blow burst open, and the ground of the entire ring seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, cold to the bone. And in the air, the scorching heat rose, and the temperature in the ring rose a lot, the top half of the ban was scorching, and the bottom half was cold.

The opposition between the two extremes, after detonating, became even more intense, forming a huge storm whirlpool, and the figures of the two were constantly sucked into the whirlpool.

The storm vortex swirled violently, and the entire ring trembled, and even the ban began to shatter. The audience's eyes widened in complete disbelief as they watched the two in the ring.

"It's terrible, they're too strong. ”

"Such a strong storm whirlpool, I can still hold on, otherwise I would have been squeezed to pieces!"

"Is this a battle in the Yuan Infant Stage, these two people have reached such a situation!"

Cheng Ling and Cheng Maofa were both resisting the suction force of the storm, but the wind generated by the upper and lower poles became stronger and stronger, and the more they resisted, the closer their bodies came to the center of the storm.

Cheng Maofa was secretly anxious, the whole storm was formed by him and Cheng Ling's joint efforts, and it had already consumed half of the remaining true yuan, plus the suction to resist the storm, if you want to hold on any longer, the true yuan will not be able to hold on.

"You must find a way to break through the storm, or you will die in it sooner or later!"

As soon as he gritted his teeth, his hands stretched out, his left hand yin and his right hand yang, and sat in an encircled posture. The only remaining True Yuan in the body gathered between the hands, gradually forming a larger sword weapon. The sword trembled in his palms, as if it could not be stabilized.

Cheng Ling's side is also thinking of countermeasures. The storm vortex in the middle was formed by combining the power of ice and fire from him and Cheng Maofa, and it was extremely powerful, and if it was not solved, it would always gather the ice and fire qi in the air, and it would only become stronger and stronger.

Nowadays, it is very difficult to resist its suction, and if you don't break it, the consequences are unimaginable. It's just a general attack, you can't crush it, you can only use the strongest killing move!

The Red Flame Sword stood in front of him, slowly closed his eyes, mobilized the essence, qi, and spirit of his whole body, and fused the sword intent and the general trend of the sword path. The entire long sword was filled with a layer of sharp sword light, as if it was twice as thick.

"Heart Refining Sword!"

The sound of breaking the air could not describe the edge and speed of this sword, but a white line was faintly seen, passing through the storm whirlpool from Cheng Ling's hand!

On the other side, Cheng Maofa finally stabilized the sword weapon between his hands and pushed forward. The greatsword slammed into the storm maelstrom.

The two of them used their strongest killing moves at the same time, and three huge powers collided together. Produces an even stronger explosion!

Boom! Boom!

The ring was shattered by a strong explosion, and a strong burst of air spread out in all directions. The faces of the four courtyard masters and elders changed drastically, and they rose up one by one, waving their hands to form a defensive shield.

But their movements were still a little worse, and some of the disciples standing in the front row were already injured by the strength of the storm. In the center of the ring, a whole cloud of smoke and dust was raised after the explosion, and even more powerful sword qi kept shooting out.

After a long time, the smoke and dust cleared. Only then did everyone see the scene of the ring, and they all opened their mouths wide, and they couldn't react for a long time.

I saw that the ring had been bombarded by a strong explosion and only a small half was left, and in the center of the ring, a semicircular pit was formed, and the hard floor tiles were missing, but the general outline could be vaguely seen.

On the left side of the silhouette, Cheng Ling knelt on one knee, panting. Just now, the three strands of energy burst out, exerting their body skills to the limit, constantly dodging the fierce sword qi that came from the burst, and resisting the strangulation of the wind tornado.

If it weren't for the continuous shattering of dozens of small tornadoes, the entire body would have been swept into the center of the storm. It's really the line of life and death, and I haven't felt that kind of palpitation for a long time. Most of the true yuan in the body is consumed, and it is very hard to be able to insist on kneeling.

Looking at Cheng Maofa again, the whole person was lying on his side in the ring, his clothes were torn, and he was already out of breath and less in breath.

The two of them attacked the Storm Vortex almost at the same time, but there was not much left of his own True Yuan, Cheng Ling hit with all his strength on the opposite side, his illusory sword weapon could not resist, and the Storm Vortex moved closer to his figure in an instant, fortunately, the three forces could not be fused, producing a strong explosion, otherwise he would be strangled by the Storm Vortex!

However, the speed of the storm vortex was too fast, only enough for him to place a dozen defensive light shields in front of him. The tremendous force of the explosion completely shattered the defensive light shield, and it withstood most of the impact. At this moment, he couldn't support it, and under the collision of the huge shock wave, it ejected far away, and hit the ground heavily, completely fainting.

The presiding elder hurriedly jumped into the broken ring, carefully checked Cheng Maofa's state, and breathed a sigh of relief before announcing: "In this battle, Cheng Ling wins!"

Fortunately, Cheng Maofa is still alive, if he dies, it will be a big deal. Although the occurrence of the storm whirlpool was an accident, as a referee, he naturally had the responsibility to take care of his disciples. If someone dies in the game, you can't explain it to the head of the hospital!

As soon as the words fell, the audience let out an earth-shattering cheer! It was too strong, whether it was Cheng Ling or Cheng Maofa, such a battle was really terrifying. If it weren't for the support of the courtyard master and the elders, at least half of the many disciples in the front row of the stands would have died.

Fortunately, there is no danger now, although some disciples are injured, but they are all minor injuries. Compared to the battle between the two, it is really not enough.

Jian Wuya and Jian Lao Dao laughed, looking at Cheng Ling's eyes with indescribable joy, they couldn't imagine that Cheng Ling's strength was so strong. I can't see much of the battle with Cheng Maofa, but in the face of the strong storm whirlpool, I can guarantee myself, which has to be amazing!

Sun Yuanliang smiled bitterly and shook his head, he had known that Cheng Ling's combat power was so strong, so he would not let his disciples come forward to fight. It's good now, the disciples of the entire Dharma Dao Academy, including Cheng Maofa, who ranked first, were all defeated under him, and even a few percent of their combat strength was left.

In the next round of the competition, those who can recover in a short period of time can still retain their rankings, and those who are too seriously injured can only be secretly melancholy. Vaguely, there was a trace of debt to the disciples of the Dharma Dao Academy.

Cheng Ling jumped onto the first-ranked stone pillar, closed his eyes, and recovered with all his might. The power generated by the explosion just now was slightly injured, but the loss of the true yuan was not large, and he could recover as long as he meditated for a while, not to mention that he also had the healing technique of the Muxiang Spirit Technique.

In front of me, I have the first place, and the rest can only meet the challenges of others. Song Duan is not afraid, but Qiu Ruochen is a strong opponent, and Wu Tianlei, who ranks second, is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and only by recovering his state as soon as possible can he keep his position in front of him.

The ring and the ban were badly damaged, and the deacons, elders, and disciples needed to be repaired. It gave him some time. It's just that this time is not long, and the monk's methods are not comparable to mortals, and after only two hours, the ring and the ban are back to normal, as if something has happened at all.

At this time, the presiding elder came to the ring and asked Song Duan, "Who do you choose to challenge?"

Song Duan frowned and glanced at Cheng Ling. The four people in front of him are not simple, according to the previous situation, Cheng Ling should consume a lot, and I don't know if he has recovered in two hours. Looking at his appearance, it is obvious that there are still some hole cards that have not been shown.

Do you want to challenge him or not? For a while, I was in a dilemma!