The atmosphere in the entire arena had been completely detonated by the wonderful battle between Mo Zhiyao and Shen Ling, and had climbed to the top. There was a burst of applause, and almost the roof of the arena was blown away.

It is easy to say that you can fight beyond the ranks, but there are very few things that can be done. The combat power displayed by Mo Zhiyao has completely conquered these people, regardless of whether the previous killing of the bone forest is true or not, but now, Mo Zhiyao can rely on his cultivation in the early stage of the two-pattern merge path to fight with Shen Ling who has stepped into the late stage of the merge path with one foot to this point, and has a faint momentum to gain the upper hand, which has made everyone willingly give a thumbs up and say the word "service"!

After hearing Shen Ling's words, the noise in the field suddenly faded like a tide and became quiet. Everyone knows that the rematch between the two should be able to bring the curtain down on this challenge.

Countless fiery eyes, at this moment, all converged on the two figures in the field, holding their breath, for fear of missing a little wonderful place.

On the arena, as Shen Ling's hands changed rapidly, the vast power of the poisonous spirit roared out from his body, gradually submerging half of the arena. And Shen Ling's figure is also hidden in it, and people from the outside world can't see the situation inside with their eyes.

"It's time for it to end. Mo Zhiyao's body arched slightly, like a leopard staring at its prey, the muscles of his whole body suddenly bulged, the dragon-like green tendons extended down, and under the skin of the golden halo, there was explosive power!

The distorted arc of electricity jumped like an elf on the surface of Mo Zhiyao's body, and faintly, there was a roar full of violent aura, which emanated from his body.

Facing Shen Ling, who was going all out, Mo Zhiyao was also ready to burst out at any time!

The two people facing each other erupted in terrifying aura fluctuations at this moment, and the terrifying coercion spread across the arena, making the entire arena full of a sense of suffocation.

Just under the attention of the audience, the black spiritual power that covered half of the arena suddenly changed.

"Boom!" A low whistling sound suddenly sounded from the dense black spiritual power, and a figure rose into the sky and jumped into the air. And that black spiritual power, under the shocked gaze of everyone, actually rose with it, levitating above Shen Ling's head.

The black spiritual power, like a dark cloud soaked in ink, rolled endlessly in mid-air, making people's hearts palpitate. And Shen Ling below, his face at this moment became pale as paper, and his breath was also a lot sluggish. Obviously, this move has exhausted all the spiritual power in his body.

Of course, it can be seen that the power of this type of attack that Shen Ling is about to launch is absolutely terrifying!

"Boy, it's all over!" Some sharp voices came out of Shen Ling's mouth, and then his arms trembled and slammed down!

"Poison Abyss Waterfall!"

With Shen Ling's arms waved, the dark cloud of spiritual power suspended above his head suddenly spread rapidly, and looking at the range it enveloped, it was obvious that it was all covering the arena below.

The next moment, the dark clouds of spiritual power in the sky, like a flood that burst the embankment, poured down, as if a waterfall fell in nine days, with a powerful power that made people feel frightened, and smashed down overwhelmingly.

The spiritual power waterfall containing the poison has sealed all of Mo Zhiyao's retreats, and all Mo Zhiyao can do seems to be to quit the arena. But in that case, it means that this challenge will end with Shen Ling winning.

At this moment, most of the people in the arena think that the overall situation has been decided, and Mo Zhiyao has no power to return to heaven at all. There are only a few people who don't believe that Mo Zhiyao will be defeated.

A smug smile hooked up at the corner of Shen Ling's mouth, and even he himself thought that Mo Zhiyao was no longer able to return to the sky, and the general trend had gone. It's just that the truth is often cruel.

Looking at the Poison Spirit Waterfall descending from his head, Mo Zhiyao's eyes were filled with a strong color of sarcasm. Shen Ling's Poisonous Abyss Waterfall, the biggest reliance is the highly poisonous power contained in it, and its own power is not violent.

Shen Ling's poisonous spirit power was really terrifying, once it stuck to the halfest, I am afraid it would be a miserable end for being seriously injured. If you are a bystander, you can only admit defeat and retreat and leave the arena.

It's a pity that Shen Ling is facing Mo Zhiyao, who is immune to the power of poisonous spirits!

If Shen Ling's style of exercise did not rely entirely on the power of poison, but other violent moves, Mo Zhiyao would have to spend some effort and regret. But in the face of this poisonous abyss waterfall, Mo Zhiyao didn't even save the exercises.

As soon as the soles of his feet kicked the ground, the black Xuandian Yin Thunder suddenly exploded under his feet, making a muffled thunderous sound, and Mo Zhiyao's figure was like a sharp sword, rushing up towards the Poison Spirit Waterfall that was heading down.

"Is Mo Zhiyao crazy? That's the power of poisonous spirits!" Mo Zhiyao's abnormal behavior suddenly stimulated the hearts of those who were watching the battle to stop beating, and in the eyes of those people, Mo Zhiyao's move was simply looking for death!

"What does this kid think? Even if his physical body is strong, but that Shen Ling's poisonous spirit power, even I don't dare to force it, is he still going to force it over?" The white evil in the corner in the distance also had a thick look of horror in his eyes at this moment, and he looked at the thin figure like a moth to a fire in disbelief, and whispered to himself.

At this moment, in the audience, I am afraid that only Dongliu Yanyu and Yu Tong are the only two people, the expression on their faces has not changed at all, and they seem extremely calm.

Taking the expressions of the two girls into his eyes, a thought suddenly rose in Bai Xie's heart that even he couldn't believe. "Could it be that this kid is so perverted that he is not afraid of the power of poisonous spirits?"

At this moment, the eyes of everyone in the audience were focused on Mo Zhiyao's body, wanting to see how Mo Zhiyao would solve this dead end in their eyes.

The surging power of the poisonous spirit surged down, completely submerging Mo Zhiyao's figure in it.

The audience was dead silent, and the birds were silent.

Shen Ling above saw that Mo Zhiyao had actually rushed into his own poisonous spirit waterfall, and a trace of surprise first appeared in his eyes, and then a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Boy, since you have thrown yourself into the net, don't blame me for being ruthless. Don't worry, I won't kill you, but it's inevitable to suffer a little living crime!" Immediately, Shen Ling stretched out his arm and shook it fiercely towards the Poison Spirit Waterfall below him. The power of the poisonous spirit that poured down directly formed a huge poisonous spirit ball, completely enveloping Mo Zhiyao in it.

"Mo Zhiyao, you lost. Fall into my poisonous waterfall, and your spiritual power will be corrupted by it. Now open your mouth to admit defeat, and I will open the net to make you suffer less!" Shen Ling looked at the poison spirit ball under him, and said in a cold voice.

Shen Ling's words fell, which immediately caused an uproar among those people outside the venue. The former's poisonous spirit power is really terrifying, and even the aura can be corrupted by it.

"Big brother, Shen Ling won. "In one place in the arena, a group of people who were all Heavenly Disciples, surrounded a burly and tall person, and spoke.

The young man who was surrounded in the middle and seemed to be the leader of this group, dressed in a dark yellow robe, with hair like a needle, a face like fortitude, dark skin, and a strong figure like an iron tower, giving people a heavy sense of oppression.

The aura emanating from this person's body is shocking to the late stage of the five-pattern merger!, and it seems that he should be able to break through to the realm of the six-pattern at any time. A fierce knife-like momentum burst out from his body, making several people around him deliberately keep a certain distance from him.

This person is the eldest brother in Shen Ling's mouth, the second place in the last Sky Splitting List Competition, the leader of the "Meteor" force of the Southern Alliance, Mo Yan!

"Shen Ling's Poison Abyss Waterfall is indeed extremely difficult and domineering, if you fall into it, even the opponent's spiritual power will be corroded. Unless the other party's cultivation is far beyond him, he basically can't escape. Mo Yan looked at the poisonous spirit ball suspended in mid-air and said slowly.

"Hmph, a little guy who can show off his martial arts by relying on spiritual treasures should also make him suffer a little. A person beside Mo Yan said with disdain on his face.

However, that Mo Zhiyao doesn't look like such a stupid person, since he dares to do this, he must have something to rely on, and it is still too early to say whether he will win or lose. Different from the smugness of the few people beside him, Mo Yan's face was extremely solemn, his eyes looked at the poisonous spirit ball for a moment, and said in a deep voice.

"It's impossible, right? Big brother, you said it, unless your cultivation far surpasses Shen Ling, you can't escape from Shen Ling's poisonous abyss waterfall at all. That Mo Zhiyao is just the early stage of the merger of the two patterns, and it is a whole realm behind Shen Ling!" Hearing Mo Yan's words, several people around him were stunned for a moment, and said in disbelief.

"Even if you rely on the power of the Spirit Treasure, but you can kill the Eight Patterns of Bone Forest, this also proves that Na Mo Zhiyao's own combat power is by no means as simple as it seems. Moreover, you have all seen the fight just now, there is no doubt about this. Mo Yan's thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and he spoke.

"It's not necessarily that kid's hand to kill Gusen, and the Gusen's own cultivation is too vain, just relying on the power of a puppet. Without a puppet, the bones are not necessarily your opponents. The man said with some unconvinced.

"It's useless to talk too much, just look at it. After Mo Yan finished speaking, he stopped speaking, and his fierce gaze like an eagle-like falcon fell below.

In the field, the huge poisonous spirit ball was suspended out of thin air, and waves of spiritual power fluctuations exuding a cold aura continued to permeate from it, making people tremble.

"Mo Zhiyao, since you refuse to admit defeat, don't blame me!" Shen Ling stared at the poisonous spirit ball, and some gloomy voices echoed throughout the audience.

Seeing that there was still not the slightest sound coming out of the poisonous spirit ball, Shen Ling's eyes suddenly cold, for some reason, an uneasy feeling quietly crept into his heart, and the next moment, his palm was aimed at the poison spirit ball from afar, and he held it fiercely!