"Hoo ......"

Gently exhaling a breath of turbidity, his eyes shifted from Mu Di's body, Xue Ling took a step in the torrential rain, and immediately walked to the side of the Heavenly Thunder War Halberd, holding the cold halberd body in his hand, and with a light lift, the ground rubble flew over, and the long halberd broke through the ground.

Holding the Heavenly Thunder Battle Halberd, Xue Ling knew that the next was the most tricky moment, Mu Di had suffered a loss in his physical strength, and he would not fight with him in close combat, but would use the strong strength and martial arts of the Condensing Realm to deal with himself, and this was the absolute most troublesome place for Xue Ling.

Concentrating on the Divine Realm, urging martial arts, the degree of arrogance is self-evident, and the martial arts possessed by Mu Di, a top disciple of the Eastern Sect, will naturally not be bad.

Now comes the main story.

"Eight-Leaf Lotus Realm ......"

In the distance, the cold light in Mu Di's eyes flowed, looking at Xue Ling, and muttered softly, that kind of tone, as if there was a kind of complete spit out of the shock, at this point in the battle, Xue Ling's tricky level was no longer the Eight Leaf Yunlian Realm.

"You are indeed a talent!"

Mu Di looked at Xue Ling lightly, but he said such a sentence, but then his voice was cold and abnormal, falling on his heart like an ice thorn.

“...... But he doesn't know how to live or die. ”

Mu Di said, as he spoke, the light of the cold blade on the palm of his hand became brighter and brighter, and a fierce wind seemed to come out of the sword body, forming a sharp and whistling wind scroll, whistling and moving around his body.

"It's because you're too despicable!"

Xue Ling said lightly: "Wei Qianmi has no grudge against you, but you are so heavy-handed, and even snatched away all the spirit storage cards, this kind of practice is really despicable, people like you, no matter how good your talent is, it is impossible to become a real powerhouse." ”

The sentences are cold, in Xue Ling's eyes, there is no existence of the strongest disciple of the top ten battles of the East Gate, Mu Di, is just an opponent, an opponent who needs to be defeated now.

Not for the thousand aura value, but for Wei Qianmi's spirit storage card.

The importance of the spirit card to Wei Qianmi, only he and Leng Yan knew it, thinking of the fat man who was seriously injured before, he didn't care about the injuries that could cause death, but when it came to the spirit card being snatched, there was a trace of hatred in his casual eyes all the time.

Xue Ling was shocked, and in Wei Fatzi's heart, the importance of the Spirit Saving Card this time had reached this level.

Maybe it's because he wants to become a close disciple of Elder Xiang, or maybe there are other reasons...... But it doesn't matter, he was targeted by Mu Di because of himself, so such a tragic thing happened, even if he tried his best, even if he was seriously injured and dying, or even if he died, Xue Ling had to help him take back the spirit storage card!

Even if the other party is the strongest disciple of the top ten in the East Gate?!

At this time, Xue Ling's heart did not have the slightest fear, for that sudden obsession, his heart was so stubborn that he could not shake.

"Wei Qianmi...... Hmph, it's just self-inflicted, since you can't be abolished at that time, then he can also be relieved a little, judging from your current performance, it seems to have hit your sore spot, it seems that your relationship with him is even better than I imagined!"

Mu Di said lightly, but the words he said made Xue Ling's brows furrow deeply.

At the same time, the surging anger in his heart also roared.

"Then why did you snatch his spirit storage card?!"

Xue Ling said lightly, but the Yuan Force in his body was already running wildly, and his skin had faded to silver, but now it was gradually turning red, and streams of hot air came out, as if he had endured a strong high temperature.

On the opposite side, on Mu Dihan's blade, the fierce wind was becoming more and more violent, obviously, both of them were attacking Yunlian.

"He refuses to give up five hundred spiritual energy points, then don't think about keeping anything, what I want, if anyone doesn't give it, then don't want to have it. ”

Mu Di seemed to laugh sarcastically, and said these words as a matter of course, completely centered on himself, that kind of domineering egotism, which made Xue Ling immediately feel a strong sense of disgust, no matter where he is, this kind of person is always indispensable, and others don't want to have what he can't get.

"What shameless!"

Xue Ling's voice was low, and the words were clear, wherever this kind of person was placed, it was annoying.

Regarding Xue Ling's words, Mu Di only smiled lightly on the surface, without the anger that he had been provoked before, firstly, because he had regarded Xue Ling as an opponent, no longer like an ant as before, and secondly, he also knew that this was Xue Ling's last sarcasm, because next, this farcical battle was about to come to an end.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom......

The sharp wind whistling in the sky, the small wind curls are superimposed and staggered, forming a huge tornado, Mu Di is in the center, holding the cold blade, the body is straight, there is an indescribable fierce momentum spreading, a sharp wind curly power, scattered out, the surrounding grass and trees are mottled, and on the mountain stones, the spots and white marks are intertwined, as if they have been cut by a random knife.

On the other side, Xue Ling's eyes were solemn, and flames rose on his body, first little by little, and then as fierce as an explosion, the flames soared into the sky, and it was extremely abrupt in the heavy rain, this kind of flame was not extinguished, but resisted the rain outside.

Xue Ling stood in the center of the flames, and a circle of flames rose from the ground, looking down from the sky like a big circle.

"Wind Shadow Remnant Lightsaber!"

A faint cheer sounded from Mu Di's mouth, and his steps seemed to be a light step, but the tornado storm formed by the wind was violently surging, and it immediately flew into the sky, suspended above his head, and in the tornado storm, the wind swept together and deformed, as if forming a sword shadow.

In the blink of an eye, the tornado storm was filled with dense sword shadows, intertwined and shuttled in it, with a whirring and sharp roaring sound, and the surrounding trees, flowers, mountains and rocks and land cracked silently from time to time, and the fracture was extremely smooth.

Wind Shadow Remnant Light Sword, Battle-level Seven-Rank Martial Arts!

In the Wuzhen School, it belongs to the top-notch martial arts, and Mu Di uses it, not only in terms of momentum but also in that power, which is incomparably dignified, and this martial arts has a great reputation in the battle-level seven-grade, and the kind of attack power is so strong that it is even close to the battle-level eight-grade, and Mu Di wants to end the battle this time.

Xue Ling looked at the tornado storm, his eyes became extremely solemn, from there, he felt a rather dangerous taste, wrapped in flames, his skin quickly silvered, and the three lightning lines on his chest also quietly emerged.

Nine Heavens Thunder!

Resist the fire and the real dragon!

Both urging, it was a great consumption for Xue Ling, his face turned a lot paler in an instant, and the yuan power in his body seemed to have flowed away more than half.

No matter how strong his martial arts are, his own strength is still the Eight Leaf Yunlian Realm, and the reserves and majesty of that kind of Yuan Force are simply not enough for such consumption, compared to Mu Di in the Condensing Realm, this is an extremely fatal weakness.

But fortunately, Mu Di didn't want to continue to delay.

As soon as the palm of his hand was raised, the cold blade gently cut through the air, and in Mu Di's indifferent eyes, the tornado storm suspended in the air became even more manic, and then, the storm seemed to stop for a while, and the next moment it spun wildly, and the sword shadow in the sky also flew out from it, and the dense sword shadow, denser and more ferocious than the storm, overwhelming the figure in the distance.

"Boom!"

In the sky, a thunderclap rang out, and bright lightning pierced the sky, making everything on the earth glorious in an instant.

Then, the storm seemed to feel provoked, and it didn't want to lose to the dense sword shadow, and the uproar became even more ferocious.

Rainstorm and Sword Shadow.

Rushed towards Xue Ling together.

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

The sound of thunder one after another also continued to resound in the dark clouds, and the atmosphere of the entire heaven and earth suddenly became extremely depressed.

And in this depression, the sword shadow in the sky is approaching!

The flames on Xue Ling's body, surging wildly, immediately turned into a fire dragon, roared with his head high, and then circled down in the air, wrapping Xue Ling's figure perfectly, and at the same time, the rain in the sky seemed to suddenly bear a great attraction, and appeared outside the fire dragon in an instant, and then quickly froze, a huge ice cover, flashing with crystal light, appeared outside the entrenched fire dragon.

Double protection!

Can you resist it?!

Xue Ling's eyes were extremely solemn looking at the dense sword shadow that was overwhelming, holding the palm of the Heavenly Thunder Battle Halberd, he couldn't help but tremble, and at the same time he raised his head, glanced at the dark clouds that were constantly rolling in the sky, and listened to the roaring thunder in it, he took a breath lightly.

Success or failure, in one fell swoop!