Meng Bai moved, and the intelligent system also teleported him.

His appearance instantly pushed the atmosphere in the Fengshen Pavilion to the climax, with thunderous applause and a tsunami. With such enthusiasm, Meng Bai naturally couldn't help but express something, he went around the circle, hugged his fists and saluted, and only when the applause began to subside did he go to the waiting area.

At this point, almost two-thirds of the audience got up and started to leave, and the remaining third sat down again, apparently even buying tickets for the next show. However, this did not mean that the battle between Yin Huo Hou Zhong Wantang and Flying Immortal Hou Ling Xuejun was not attractive, after all, if someone leaves, someone will come in. Tickets for the Fengshen Pavilion are very expensive, they are sold one by one, and only those with deep pockets can buy several shows at once.

Specifically, how many people will watch the second semi-final of the top ten rookie games, Meng Bai is hard to say. However, one thing he is sure of is that a considerable part of the audience who watched him leave this time will probably come back to grab tickets. After all, witnessing him, a fifth-order martial artist, overwhelm all sixth-order martial artists to reach the top, and see all the mountains at a glance, not everyone has this opportunity. It takes a lot of luck, after all, like this freshman's case, it only happens once in decades, and it's not a definite number.

It was still early, Zhong Wantang and Ling Xuejun in the waiting area saw that Meng Bai had not gone out yet, and when they saw Meng Bai coming back, they all opened their mouths and stepped forward to say hello, not caring about Yuanlong Hou Hua Tianyu next to him. And Hua Tianyu seems to be very calm, without any mustard. Meng Bai reciprocated the favor, so he naturally had to be polite.

There was a lot of exchange, but Meng Bai knew a lot more about the two. In particular, the eye contact can reflect some of the other person's innermost thoughts. As far as Meng Bai's own family is concerned, he saw a madness in the eyes of Flying Immortal Marquis Ling Xuejun, and he vowed not to give up until he reached his goal, his posture was like he was desperate for victory, and he wanted to burn the last inch of his own flesh and blood. The strength of that light of will seemed to make Meng Bai's soul burn.

And Yin Huo Hou Zhong Wantang was relatively calm, but in his eyes, there was more exploration of Meng Bai, and that posture, as if he was already sure to win this battle, so he had to start understanding Meng Bai in advance and prepare to win his battle.

These two states themselves also demonstrate their own perception of strength. Meng Bai's own estimation is also that Yin Huo Hou Zhong Wantang has a greater chance of winning, accounting for more than seventy or eighty percent. Because, in addition to his own strength and cultivation, he also occupies a geographical advantage. Before the rock-paper-scissors, Zhong Wantang won, and he chose the volcanic zone that was most suitable for his strength to play as the battle environment.

Of course, this does not mean that Flying Immortal Marquis Ling Xuejun will definitely lose, the sword path people, especially this pure sword immortal type, are the best at winning in danger with small and big, and before the moment when the situation is completely confirmed, even if it is close at hand, a line away, it is possible to be overturned by her. It all depends on Ling Xuejun's on-the-spot performance, to see if she can find her most suitable opportunity to break out, and decide life and death with a sword.

It didn't take long for a new wave of viewers to come in. Meng Bai glanced at it, compared with his own just now, it was two or three thousand people less, and at this moment, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Actually, he also understood that it didn't mean much to compete with Zhong Wantang and Ling Xuejun, but he instinctively didn't want to lose on this for a while, it seemed awkward.

And at this moment, Yuanlong Hou Hua Tianyu's gaze skimmed towards Meng Bai, and the two collided against each other, obviously, Hua Tianyu was also thinking like this, the two looked at each other and smiled, and the contradictions caused by the previous battle were resolved a lot in an instant. Of course, this refers to Hua Tianyu's unilateral side, after all, Meng Bai, as the winner, will not be jealous of his opponent.

The audience outside, nine times out of ten, is shouting Ling Xuejun's name, there is no way, in this regard, the advantage of beauty is innate, and no one can compare to it. Zhong Wantang didn't care about this, because he knew very well that this was a competition, and the strength of force was the key, and the support itself could not play any role.

The two of them walked into the center of the Fengshen Pavilion, and the intelligent system was activated instantly, teleporting, and in the blink of an eye, the two were in another different dimension.

In this space, the sky is dark red, and above the earth, there are cracks everywhere, thousands of ravines, although the cracks are not big, but they are dense, but they are like spider webs, breaking the earth into pieces. And in the cracks of these ravines, most of them faintly showed a crimson light, and there seemed to be smoke steaming, and the void reflected was a little ethereal.

On the earth, there are thousands of peaks standing out, and there are also a series of small hills, like undulating waves, everywhere. This is the most suitable volcanic belt for Yin Huo Hou Zhong Wantang.

Meng Bai could tell at a glance that this volcanic belt and the source of his great river were not in the same space, because their vitality and aura were obviously different, and they had an essential difference. If Meng Bai had suspected that the void connected by the spatial nodes of this Divine Pavilion might only be one place, then now there is no doubt. The foundation of Kunlun Academy once again shocked Meng Bai.

As soon as such an environment appeared, the Yin Fire Hou Zhong Wantang resonated with his body in time, and the protective body qi appeared black and red light, and in that instant, it seemed to become a son of the plane, sharing the same rhythm with the positive volcanic belt.

Everyone knew this result for a long time, but at this moment, Ling Xuejun, who was watching it with a single sword, stood alone, looking quite miserable and helpless, and unconsciously, he opened his mouth one by one and criticized Zhong Wantang verbally, but Zhong Wantang naturally didn't care, what he was thinking about now was just a victory result.

The general situation was in hand, but Zhong Wantang took the initiative to speak, greeting Ling Xuejun with thoughtful etiquette, and at this moment, when he gave a salute, Ling Xuejun moved instantly, and at the same time, he drew his sword out of its sheath and turned into a line of cold streamer, stabbing directly towards his heart. At the beginning, what Ling Xuejun used was the Flying Immortal Sword Sutra, and what he used was his left hand, which had an innate sword bone.

The sword light is sharp, the sword speed is superb, and the sword light is gorgeous!

It can be said that this sword is very perfect, fully demonstrating the foundation of Ling Xuejun's Sword Immortal. Of course, this was to rule out Ling Xuejun's method that was close to a sneak attack. If he had been a man, he would have dared to do so, and I am afraid that he would have been beaten by all the people and whipped to the core. However, it is a peerless beauty who does this kind of thing, and this standard can naturally be discussed, and all kinds of feelings are naturally made up in the hearts of the audience.

Therefore, at this moment, the audience in the Fengshen Pavilion shouted good. Even, some people directly shouted, "Medium, medium, medium......"

Fortunately, they are all classmates from the same school, if it is a battle of life and death to the outside world, I am afraid that the word will die directly.

"Senior Sister Ling is too anxious!"

Seeing this, Yin Huo Hou Zhong Wantang was not in a hurry, his hands holding his fists were separated, pulled left and right, the pillar of fire was red, and the void appeared, and in an instant, a big stick nearly a zhang long was formed, which was Zhong Wantang's qi soldier - Zhu Yan Collapse Heavenly Stick.

This hand, Zhong Wantang had already been revealed in the last duel with Mr. Lu Jianqing, and it was no longer fresh, so he didn't continue to hide, and directly used it. In addition, he also hopes that his family can win faster and easier, after all, in this way, he can retain more strength to win the final and reach the championship.

As soon as Zhu was disgusted with the collapse of the heavenly stick, Zhong Wantang twisted the momentum, "Woo-" The long stick collapsed and split, and the void seemed to resonate for it, cheering. In an instant, more than a dozen places in the ravines and crevices above the earth exploded, and magma with black smoke in the fiery red came out, rushing from all directions, and the targets were all directed at Ling Xuejun.

"Bang-"

With an agitated resonance, the sword light changed, a bend, and continued to kill Zhong Wantang, that action, flowing smoothly, very chic and smooth, not a single cent was affected by the shock. As for the magma in the sky, it didn't get a drop on it, and after hitting the air, it fell to the ground, sneering, and the corroded earth was full of holes.

Zhong Wantang, on the other hand, was even more calm, his body did not move, only his hands and wrists flicked, the front half of the big stick twisted and twisted, and then slashed, intercepting Ling Xuejun's sword light again.

"Bang, bang, bang、......"

The sound of symphony, like rain hitting plantains, is continuous and endless. Ling Xuejun stretched his Flying Immortal Sword Sutra to the limit, and the speed of his speed, the skill of his moves, and the horizontal of his sword light were far beyond the time when he fought with the Kamikaze Hou Tang Zhonghe before. Especially the latter, the sword light simply turned into a silk thread, and the void that crossed it, a black trace in white, left the void for a long time.

After this fight, it was as if this space had also been cut, and it looked like a cracked earth, and it was all a mess. Zhong Wantang tossed and turned in this broken space, as if he would be cut by a thousand knives anytime and anywhere. However, this is just a luxury in the hearts of those viewers who are interested in Ling Xuejun. Zhong Wantang himself was intact and did not suffer any damage, and even his clothes were not damaged in the slightest.

His stick posture seemed to be a very simple and ordinary change, but he forcibly protected his own body from the wind and rain, and let Ling Xuejun kill many times, all in vain.

In the unique environment of this volcanic belt, Zhong Wantang will naturally not be satisfied with just defending, in that case, he, a big man who has taken advantage of everything, will inevitably be too weak. The stick method he cast, called a wind and fire stick, was originally a move that opened and closed, and when he shot, the wind and fire were combined, forming a tornado, rampant in the void, and where he passed, he did not leave an inch of grass, which was very domineering. However, Zhong Wantang had already cultivated this stick technique to the realm of perfection, but he forcibly turned it from rigid to soft, and the force was not outwardly explicit and external, but introverted and adducted, forming a special flame force field, similar to the realm, and locked Ling Xuejun here.

In fact, Zhong Wantang didn't have any doubts about his family's victory over Ling Xuejun in the volcanic belt, the only worry was that Ling Xuejun followed Meng Bai's example and ran away directly from this advantageous realm. After all, the most special place in the real-life battlefield is that the place is large, and you have the advantage here, so I can change the place. Before, Meng Bai's counterattack on Yuanlong Hou Hua Tianyu, Zhong Wantang saw it in his eyes, and naturally he was unwilling to repeat the mistakes of the past and fall into the same situation.

Therefore, Ling Xuejun's sudden attack was exactly what he wanted, with the help of defense, he secretly laid out Ling Xuejun's back road, which was the real reason why Zhong Wantang had always defended and not attacked.

Zhong Wantang secretly laid out, although it was secret, but Ling Xuejun's sword heart was transparent, and it was not impossible to see the slightest clue. However, Ling Xuejun and Meng Bai's personalities are very similar, and they both have the preference to challenge stronger and sharpen themselves. In particular, after his body was restricted, the room for sword light to move was greatly reduced, and he turned around and fought between square inches, although it was more dangerous, but at the same time, his chance of counterattacking also became greater, as long as he found an opportunity to break in, Zhong Wantang didn't even have room to dodge.

If you have strength, bad things can become good things, and disadvantages can also become advantages; without strength, everything will not need to be discussed, and no matter how good the conditions are, problems may occur.

Ling Xuejun and Zhong Wantang are both top powerhouses, with very high literacy in all aspects, and they both have enough confidence in themselves, so in this square inch, the more fierce they become.

The stick danced, and the flame force field tightened and tightened, for Ling Xuejun, it was like a thorn in his back! However, above his complexion, there was no good restlessness, a quiet, not only did the sword momentum not be divided into good decay and scattered, but it became more and more condensed, and by chance, he could even cut a hole in Zhong Wantang's clothes.

Zhong Wantang noticed that the danger level of his house was also rising sharply, but he felt that the heat was almost over, and if it continued like this, it was likely to pass, and it was possible to hurt himself. Therefore, at this moment, the yin and yang of the wind and fire stick instantly changed with each other, the rigidity and softness changed, the external pressure imploded, and the flame force field turned into a substantial storm.

Wind and fire!

With the trick of the Wind and Fire Stick, a large tornado took shape in an instant, enveloping Ling Xuejun in its entirety. The tornado was fiery red throughout, and wisps of fire flew out from the cracks in the ravines under the earth, blending in, turning the tornado into a world of flames.

"Boom!"

At this moment, Zhong Wantang did not have the slightest intention of pity the fragrance and jade, and his roar was low and resolute.

"Boom—"

There was a thunderous explosion, and the wind and fire tornado exploded entirely, and tens of millions of sparks sputtered in all directions, which was really a weather that never sleeps.

However, for most audiences, they have no intention of appreciating such a splendor, and they all have only one question in their hearts, that is, how is Ling Xuejun?

Between the colorful fire and rain, a thin sword light suddenly flew out obliquely, stabbing between Zhong Wantang's waist and ribs, silently, as if inexplicably leaping from another space.

"Take precautions early, a swordsman like Senior Sister, how dare I slack off?"

At this moment, Zhong Wantang's hands that were obviously holding Zhu Yan's Heavenly Stick were very empty, as if they would fall off as soon as they touched it. It seems that this is a very dangerous behavior. However, for a sixth-order Xuangang martial artist, this is where the real mystery lies. In doing so, the Xuangang Qi Soldier's own spirituality was brought into full play, and his ability to sense danger was stronger and nuanced.

"Bang-"

With another collision, Zhu Yan's Heavenly Stick knocked away Ling Xuejun's counterattack sword, and then with a flick of it, the earth exploded, and the flame stream swept away, once again rolling towards Ling Xuejun.

The fire whistled and whined, and the sound was immense.

Faced with this, Ling Xuejun did not dodge or draw his sword again, but stood in place, and lightly spit out three words, "I admit defeat!"

At this moment, Ling Xuejun was in rags, and in many places, the powder caused the flesh to flow out, although he was not injured, and he looked very attractive, but that ethereal immortal aura was half gone. This is the result of the blow just now, although there is no external injury, but the internal injury is not light.

Ling Xuejun had already determined that he would not be able to escape this continuous volcanic belt, so naturally he would not waste too much strength and do that useless work.