Xiao Ling was cold-hearted, such a battle was very suspenseful, and before the fight, the monks of the Academy Planet had already discussed the latest chapter of the reborn daughter of Los Angeles.

One of the two has a perverted defense, and the other has an extremely strong attack. They are all monks who have only lost one game since the battle. Their duel was a duel that produced the second and third place in the battle for the championship.

Cold-hearted entered the war zone, still cold-faced and silent.

Xiao Ling came to the opposite side of Leng Xin and felt the coldness of the young man opposite. After experiencing a battle with Dugu Xuan, Xiao Ling had already filled in a few points of confidence when he faced this cold heart again.

After the referee announced the start of the fight, Leng Xin shot out in an instant, and the spear was dazzling, directly hitting Xiao Ling's heart.

Xiao Ling's divine consciousness confinement space opened instantly, the Yuan Spirit Sword in his hand was sacrificed, and Zhenyuan crossed into the sword body, and the gray light was blazing, facing the cold-hearted spear.

The Yuan Spirit Sword and the spear collided, and the gray light appeared dim in the flickering white light. The Yuan Ling Sword was knocked back, and the direction of the spear remained unchanged, and it struck directly at Xiao Ling.

The Abyss Spirit Sword, which did not possess the Abyssal Spirit Demon Qi, was just an ordinary high-grade spirit weapon, and it could not resist the attack of the Cold Heart Spear at all.

The spear pressed against the body of the Yuan Spirit Sword and rushed straight into Xiao Ling's confinement space, and under the effect of the divine consciousness confinement, its forward speed suddenly dropped by more than half. But after the white light of his spear head flashed a few times, he still broke into the confinement space and went straight to Xiao Ling's heart.

After Xiao Ling felt the ferocity of the cold heart attack, his heart was shocked. I saw the spear break through the power of the confinement and strike. Its figure flickered, and it suddenly moved away hundreds of meters away. Narrowly dodged the spear blow.

Leng Xin saw that the blow missed, he snorted lightly, turned the head of the gun, and continued to pursue Xiao Ling.

The Abyssal Spirit Sword without demonic energy was too ordinary to compare to the attack of the Cold Heart Spear. can let the Yuan Ling Demon Qi be injected into the Yuan Spirit Sword, and Xiao Ling himself is under the influence of the Demon Qi, and his mind is uncontrollable.

In this battle, against Leng Xin, Xiao Ling didn't want to retreat, and he didn't want to just blindly defend and dodge. And the spell attack is too vulnerable in front of Leng Xin.

If you want to fight, let's fight it once! Seeing the dazzling white light of the spear, Xiao Ling's heart suddenly became arrogant, and he controlled the rapid operation of the true yuan in his body, increasing the rotation speed of the obliteration dust, and the inner abyssal spirit demonic qi flowed out along the meridians and injected into the abyss spirit sword.

With the demonic qi injected into the body, the momentum of the Yuan Spirit Sword suddenly flourished, and the murderous and ferocious aura was revealed, and the gray and black color on the sword body was bright.

'Boom' made a sound of breaking through the sky, and the Yuan Spirit Sword pointed straight at the spear that rushed over with demonic might.

The white light and gray light flickered together, and Xiao Ling and Leng Xin each took a step back in the collision of the two spiritual weapons.

Xiao Ling's face was murderous, his face turned dark, and he looked fierce.

Leng Xin's face was still full of coldness, and he had no fear in the face of the Yuan Spirit Sword, which had suddenly become stronger.

After the two of them stabilized their figures, they immediately stepped forward and attacked each other with all their might.

For a while, I saw that the spears were scattered, and the sword light and black shadows were full of air. Both of them are fast and powerful in their movements, and their moves are extremely lethal.

The monks on the viewing platform shouted in surprise, the fight between the two people in the war zone is still like a fight, you rush to kill me, and the moves are all fatal attacks.

Feng Xinya, Xin Ning and others who were watching the battle all held their breath, fearing that Xiao Ling would be lost in the battle.

Some monks who had nothing to do with Xiao Ling and Leng Xin were excited when they saw the two fighting desperately, and they were amazed by the fierceness of their moves.

The desperate fight between the two lasted for half an hour, and Leng Xin was hit by several swords under the Yuan Spirit Sword, and his body was covered with blood, but his spirit became more and more excited the more he fought, and his moves became more and more fierce.

Xiao Ling was also stabbed by the spear several times in the past half an hour, and there were many wounds on his body that were bleeding, but under the influence of the demonic qi, he fell into a state of madness, regardless of the injuries on his body, and only attacked Leng Xin vigorously.

Most of the attacks of the Yuan Spirit Sword were taken by the spear, and several attempts were ineffective. Xiao Ling's moves slowly changed.

The Abyss Spirit Sword swung against the cold spear. At the same time, one of his hands struck out the Shattered Wave Palm, and the palm shadow flew up, striking out a dark wave.

Under the simultaneous attack of the Yuan Spirit Sword and the Shattering Wave Palm, Leng Xin finally showed signs of being invincible.

Originally, this cold-hearted spear caught the attack of the Yuan Spirit Sword, and it was already an all-out effort. A large attack for a long time made his true yuan consume extremely fast. Under Xiao Ling's double attack, he felt powerless. On the contrary, this Xiao Ling is truly becoming more and more courageous, not only is his momentum getting stronger and stronger, but his true yuan does not seem to be exhausted in the slightest.

However, there was no word of retreat in his cold thoughts, and since he was a child, he was accustomed to facing difficulties, and he was accustomed to standing firm and not falling.

At this time, in the face of Xiao Ling, who was getting stronger and stronger, he was still desperately attacking.

Time lasts, and after another series of impacts, the weakness of Leng Xin is fully reflected. On impact, he stepped back. Xiao Ling attacked unceremoniously and bravely.