Meng Bai and Du Huasheng are two, one has an ice crystal battle armor on his body, and the other has a mirror halo hanging high behind his head, both of them are extraordinary, with the atmosphere of gods and demons, this level of collision was launched at such an early stage, which really surprised the audience watching the battle. One by one, they couldn't take their eyes off it, for fear of missing any wonderful moments.

Meng Bai himself, still had a good time, stood firmly on the spot, quietly looking at Du Huasheng, waiting for him to continue to kill.

In terms of real strength, Du Huasheng may not be inferior to Meng Bai, but his current serial number is lower than Meng Bai, and he is much behind, so Meng Bai's posture is a matter of course, and no one can say anything wrong. If Watson dared to play such tricks, no one would think that he was also extraordinary, full of confidence, only that he was fearful and a coward.

This is the disadvantage of hiding strength, and if you enjoy the benefits of being able to break out in an instant, you have to bear the price of being angry. In this world, there is nothing that has only benefits and no disadvantages, and if you want to get some, you have to pay some.

Naturally, Twilight Watson understood these things very well, so he didn't have any intention of violating the general trend of this rule, and after a little pranayama and trimming on the spot, he flew up again. This time, his speed was not as fast as the last time, but his momentum was much greater than the last time, his body was like a dragon and a snake, and his arms were out together, as if there were three dragons making waves at the same time, stirring up countless whirlpools. The twisting ring on the back of his head was not idle in vain, it was also distorting the air, blurring the void, and causing visual confusion. In the eyes of many people, the ring itself has begun to blur and become a turbulent ocean.

Before the Twilight Avatar arrived, the strangulation power formed by the vortex outside his body had already surged in advance. Fighting head-on, through the fight just now, Du Huasheng knew that he was by no means Meng Bai's opponent, so there must be an intermediary to give full play to his advantages.

Xinghong palm can still be used, but it is bound to show his own decline, and Twilight Huasheng is no longer willing to do so. Because, he was carefully selected by the Spirit Clan, suppressed the genius of the Human Race, and promoted the prestige of the Spirit Clan, if the teacher was suppressed, it would not be like that. Therefore, this time, Duhua vividly used the Vortex Fist, which was a seventh-order king martial art, which was stronger than Xinghong Palm, and the key was that he didn't need to spend too long to accumulate before he could exert a powerful effect. After accumulation, the effect is just as extraordinary, and at that time, it is not too late to temporarily change to Xinghong Palm to strengthen.

The vortex is heavy, swept in, Meng Bai relies on his strength, naturally the soldiers will block, the water comes to cover the earth, the golden bull roaring sky fist with the golden qi and blood, playing a golden fist, the explosive strength is extraordinary, the river is broken, and the vortex is broken. However, in the end, this vortex was evolved by Twilight's strength, and it was unrealistic to shatter it completely under a single blow. Twilight Huasheng took advantage of this opportunity to keep patrolling outside Meng Bai's body, and with the help of the moving and unloading force of the vortex, he burst out from time to time and bombarded the vital points on Meng Bai's body.

"Bang, bang, bang、......"

In the blink of an eye, there were countless roars, eddies were shattered, and the ocean tide emerged, like a storm wrinkled, setting off a torrent, almost shaking the entire ocean, making it fly and pour dry. Seeing this scene, most of the people watching the battle couldn't help but be amazed, and saw what it means to be a real mountain and a sea, and the divine power is unparalleled.

However, Twilight Watson's performance is not bad, his twisted divine ring, upside down, twisted air, blurred perception, very mysterious, although Meng Bai tried his best to keep his spirit clear, but he couldn't see through all the changes in his opponent. The matching degree between the Vortex Fist and the Twisting God Ring is too high, in a sense, this is almost close to the realm of the Eighth Order Emperor. Although it is not as strong and domineering as the outside world, it has already taken a little rudiment.

This is also due to the fact that Meng Bai is here, his physical body is unparalleled, and he is taking the path of breaking ten thousand laws with one force, and he is replaced by another fifth-order martial artist, I am afraid that he will be completely submerged by this vast ocean and torn to pieces by the vortex strangulation. However, although Meng Bai was able to stabilize the situation, he could not avoid the tricks of Midnight Watson, the Ice God Armor on his body that had just taken shape had countless palm prints and fist prints, some were just an imprint, and some were completely exploded, extending countless cracks on all sides, like a dragon and snake winding away, as if it would be disintegrated anytime and anywhere.

In this regard, if Meng Bai was purely for victory, then he didn't care at all, anyway, he was wearing a liquid metal battle suit, even if the entire Ice God Armor was all broken, there was no hindrance to him. However, Meng Bai is not the kind of person who only cares about the present and gets by, he not only wants to win, but also to temper the battle itself. If, in the end, the damage is all resisted by external objects, then this battle will have no effect on him.

Therefore, while Meng Bai was attacking, he was also highly concentrated, withdrawing his hands to intercept from time to time, so that the number of strokes he could make was reduced as much as possible.

The battle between the two was extremely fierce, which made the audience live enjoy watching it.

The two of them bombarded each other desperately, fighting for five or six minutes, and it was still difficult to separate. Just when many people thought that such a battle would continue for a while, suddenly, a thin slit opened in the center of Twilight's eyebrows, as if an eye was there, and a white light shot out.

This white light, quiet and pure, as fast as electricity, went straight to Meng Bai's head.

This method is called the Divine Concentration Technique, which can paralyze the spirit, stabilize the soul, and have the best effect on the Yin gods and ghosts who have lost their bodies, even if the power of their divine soul is twice that of the person who casts the spell, it is inevitable that they will be hit. And those with the flesh and fetal qi and blood supplementation, the effect is weaker, but it is also relatively speaking. Under normal circumstances, the power of the divine soul does not exceed the spiritual power of the person who casts the spell by more than four or five percent, and it is absolutely impossible to survive if it is hit.

Twilight Watson has been hiding his killer weapon all along, in order to break out and succeed in one fell swoop. He knew very well that against a master like Meng Bai, he only had one chance to sneak attack, and the second time, with defense, it would not be easy to hit again. No matter how good the method is, if you can't hit it, it's useless.

Because of this, Twilight chose to shoot at the most intense time of the fight. Because in this case, often the opponent will think that this is it, and there will be no new changes. The stronger the person, the more this mentality is, because none of them wants to admit in their hearts that their opponents are better than themselves.

This kind of method, Twilight Huasheng is not used once or twice, one makes a quasi-child.

However, Twilight Huasheng miscalculated one thing, that is, this fierce battle of equal strength was what he thought, and Meng Bai didn't think so. He was just sharpening himself, so he didn't use all his strength to exert an overwhelming advantage, in that case, the battle would definitely not be in a stalemate so quickly. After all, the Three Treasure Immortal Knife that Meng Bai was carrying behind his back was not an ornament! Others might not be able to hold the knife in this kind of high-intensity battle, but Meng Bai would not have this kind of trouble, as long as he wanted to, the knife would always be in his hand.

The white light of the Concentration Technique is like refining, and it is extremely gorgeous, and the blurry void and the swaying ocean cannot hide his beauty, and it also makes people more able to recognize its horror.

At this speed, among the people who can dodge the fifth order, there are very few, even if Meng Bai is completely free, he can't do it, not to mention, there are endless vortices around him now, twisting and pulling, clamping his movements. However, Meng Bai didn't want to dodge, in terms of speed, although the Divine Fixing Technique was strong, it was also not as strong as the Eye Divine Sword.

"Sneer, snort, sneer、......"

Between the lightning and flint, more than a dozen Dao Divine Swords broke through the air, like a lotus flower blooming, stopping in front of Meng Bai. This magic technique, the whole was entangled in it by the sword light of the Eye Divine Sword, and it collided and strangled wildly.

The Divine Fixation Technique, as a spiritual secret technique of the Spirit Clan, was extraordinary after all, and it broke through from the sword lotus evolved from the Eye Divine Sword, and continued to kill Meng Bai.

However, after such a slowdown, an extra palm appeared in front of Meng Bai's body, which was crystal clear and transparent, like the hand of a god and a demon.

It is the secret method of the spirit - the cloud hand!

"Bang-"

With a shock, the white light of the Concentration Technique collided with the cloud hand, and a unique ripple spread out like water. At that moment, Meng Bai had a feeling that he was completely uncontrolled by his hands, instinctively, he gathered his spirit and strengthened his control, but he still had a feeling of stagnation.

At this time, Meng Bai had no choice but to hesitate, and the divine will of power, which had always been regarded as the last hole card by himself, emerged and blessed it. In the past few days, Meng Bai did not grind in vain, and the divine will of this power was finally completed in the basic realm, reaching 100%, and he was promoted to the psychic realm.

Divine will channeling is not only a miracle effect in gathering vitality, blessing power, and penetrating the king, but more importantly, it has the ability to fight independently. It can be said that the divine will has reached the realm of psychic, which itself is equivalent to a kind of spiritual martial arts that has cultivated a great success, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary spiritual martial arts.

Sure enough, the divine will of power was blessed, and the cloud hand seemed to be alive, like a spontaneous vibration like the palm of the flesh, and a surging and monstrous force exploded. At this moment, not only was the residual light of the Divine Concentration Technique completely shattered and dissolved, but the surrounding air and water vortex all exploded, as if a depth charge had exploded.

The surging torrent surged completely forward, setting off the peak of the waves, and swept towards Twilight Watson in reverse. Twilight Watson naturally used the Vortex Fist and the Twisting Divine Ring to distort and dissolve, but under the traction of this twist, the whole body shook for a moment. In an instant, he understood that the power of this moment was too strong, and he could barely do it, and the consumption was very large, and he might even suffer a little injury, which was really unworthy. So, at this moment, Twilight Watson took a few steps back again, ready to regain momentum and make a comeback.

Twilight Watson's idea can't be said to be wrong, but he forgot a sentence that says that there are only three things.

Meng Bai didn't take the initiative once, let him attack, and didn't take the initiative twice, but it was impossible to let it go all the time. After all, it was his own people, and it was already very interesting for Meng Bai to do this, not to mention that Twilight Huasheng was still a spirit clansman.

Therefore, at this moment, Du Hua retreated, but Meng Bai also advanced.

After the cloud hand shook, it was like a, advancing in advance, and the whole torrent was squeezed forward. This kind of thing is equivalent to manpower carrying the world, normal people can't do it, it's too labor-intensive, but Meng Bai doesn't care, because he has this ability.

Under Meng Bai's manipulation, not only did the cloud hand not decay and decrease, but with the continuous strengthening of spiritual power, it became more and more powerful.

After a few steps, Twilight stopped when he sensed something was wrong, and tried to change his move. Meng Bai took the lead, and with a reversal of Yun Yun's hand, there was a flat palm that stood up like a mountain, and it became crushed from top to bottom. The five fingers moved in unison, like thick pillars, falling from the sky and erecting around Twilight Watson as if they were a huge cage, imprisoning him inside.

"Up!"

Meng Bai let out a loud cry in his mouth, with a roar of the divine cow from the reckless wilderness, shaking his spirit. The five fingers of the cloud hand were pinched and mentioned, and Twilight Huasheng was lifted up by the cloud hand with the turbulent ocean around him.

This method is really similar to a god and demon, and in this way, the residual water strength, blurred air, and distorted space on the ring all collapsed and returned to normal. The students who watched the battle in the audience finally had normal vision, and at this moment, they couldn't help but applaud when they saw that the spirit race of Twilight Watson was clamped and locked up.

However, the audience was excited, but Meng Bai didn't follow suit. He knew very well that this was a temporary advantage, and it was not enough to take him by surprise and try to use it to restrain Twilight. If he didn't strengthen it, Twilight Watson would have erupted, and he would have been able to get out of it.

Meng Bai couldn't let Twilight Huasheng escape so easily, no matter what, he had to show his body, all his strength was unreserved, and he had to show it all. Therefore, the cloud hand grabbed Twilight Watson and Wang Yang in the void. Meng Bai's own pair of fleshy palms were not idle, the Gang Qi turned around, turning into Frozen Demon Gang Qi, and the Taurus Roaring Sky Fist also turned into a Frozen Demon Fist.

"Buzz—"

The fist smashed the void, like a bell chime chirping, the white light of the forest, the void spread, and it directly surged to the ocean that was grasped by the clouds, and in an instant, the water began to freeze, like solid ice. And above the ring, there was a sprinkling of frost and snow, making Meng Bai look like an ice and snow god who came out of the polar ice field!

In an instant, it was frozen for more than three feet, comparable to a fourth- or fifth-order divine soldier, Meng Bai's hands rotated, punch after punch, like a series of machine guns, dense and urgent.

"Quack—"

In the hands of this cloud, Twilight Huasheng is obviously also exerting force, to break through the shackles and reappear, one after another cracks, starting from the inside and extending outward. However, before it could really be revealed, the Frozen Demon Fist that Meng Bai had made up for it would bridge it up again, making it even more reinforced.

Meng Bai's fist exploded, intertwined with the sound of ice cracking, like a unique music, not only did not feel noisy, but it was unusually pleasing to the ear.

After a while, the sound of ice cracking disappeared completely, and Meng Bai also stopped, and with a thought, a huge ice lump fell on the ring, and there was a freeze in it, with a cold face and angry eyes, and the fist fight was flying, which was quite artistic.

At this moment, the applause from the audience naturally rose again, like a tide, and lasted for a long time.