Although Ye Shaoling looked relaxed, he was secretly a little anxious in his heart.

Although this Purple Gold Thunder Dragon is strong on the outside and strong in the middle, after all, it is a spell cast by a third-layer monk who has spent a lot of spiritual power, although its power is not as good as the original Purple Family Secret Technique, it is not something that a monk in the Qi Refining Period can easily resist, not to mention, the previous fire rain has also caused him to consume a lot of spiritual power.

Under everyone's gaze, the huge purple dragon violently slammed into the obstacle in front of it, and above its body, a pale golden arc swirled, and the purple-gold scales shimmered like a god in the sunlight.

This Purple Gold Thunder Dragon, although it is not as powerful as the original Purple Thunder Technique, but this appearance is really shocking and depressing.

Looking at the red shield that was shaking more and more violently under the endless impact of the Purple Gold Thunder Dragon, Ye Shaoling's heart sank little by little.

If it goes on like this, it won't work.

Is it really necessary to use that kind of technique that is not yet proficient, but if it fails......

A trace of hesitation flashed in Ye Shaoling's eyes.

The situation was stalemate for a while, and the seemingly powerful Purple Gold Thunder Dragon was unable to break through Ye Shaoling's defense, Zi Qian was so depressed that he almost wanted to vomit blood, thinking that as long as he cast his greatest spell supernatural power, he would be able to instantly break through the opponent's defense and save what little dignity he had left, but where did he think that this kind of thing would happen.

If it was his own original Purple Thunder Technique, it should have ended by now. Zi Qian's eyes were blank and he muttered in a low voice.

First he was embarrassed by the white-robed monk, and then he was burned by Ye Shaoling's fire and rain and lost all his dignity, and now he is in a stalemate with this guy in the Qi refining period, and the Zixiao Heavenly Thunder that he has worked so hard to transform is not as good as the original Purple Thunder Technique, under the multiple blows, Zi Er Shao's heart is now exhausted.

Why the hell did I come to this place............ Zi Ershao looked up at the sky and thought sadly.

Now, it's time to get out of here. Zi Qian's right hand flipped over, and a handful of pale yellow paper appeared in his hand.

As soon as the yellow paper appeared, it emitted a misty light of various colors, on the yellow paper, the seal was written with vermilion strange characters, the font was strange and obscure, and the mystery was abnormal.

This is a spirit rune, a kind of rune used to cast attacks, as long as the spell is injected into the spirit rune, when casting the spell, it can spend a very small amount of spiritual power in an instant to send out a large number of attacks, very precious, in a critical time, maybe it can save a life.

Of course, because of the difficulty of its production, its price has always been very high. But Zi Ershao has dozens of them at hand, and the Zi family's thousands of years of heritage in the Purple Leaf Star can be seen.

Quickly injected mana into the spirit rune, threw it forward, and dozens of spirit runes instantly turned into flying ashes, dense wind blades, ice picks, and fireballs gathered into a ball, and the black pressure was smashing towards Ye Shaoling.

Seeing the spirit rune in Zi Qian's hand, the monks under the ring were very contemptuous in their hearts, and they used so many spirit runes against the tenth layer of Qi cultivation in the third layer of the foundation, what a shameless guy.

"Tsk, the bully bully is really giving the first family of Ziye Star a long face. ”

"You............ I don't know you, if Zi Qian makes trouble for you, don't tell him you know me. ”

"Cut, look at your little bit of interest. ”

"Good job, worthy of the second young master of Zi, he just has the courage, stoning him to death, see if he dares to ............"

Halfway through the fart, Zi Er Shao, who was angry and embarrassed, glared at him viciously, and the monk below hurriedly closed his mouth, with a flattering face, but he was puzzled in his heart, thinking about why he had offended this second master.

Countless fireballs, wind blades, and ice picks came overwhelmingly, and Ye Shaoling's scalp was numb for a while.

What should I do, this second brother Zi is too ruthless, so many spirit runes, he really looks up to me as a little qi refining cultivator.

Looking at the hundreds of spells in the sky, Ye Shaoling finally made a decision.

Grit your teeth and fight!

A wave of spiritual power was injected into the small red shield, and the small red shield suddenly became larger, and the attack in the sky hit the red shield, causing large ripples.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Shaoling agitated the remaining spiritual power, and flowed towards the palm of his right hand, and the spiritual power continued to converge towards the palm, where a fiery red point of light began to emit a strong light.

All the monks in the audience looked at this overwhelming scene, looking at the giant red shield that suddenly became huge, and for a while they felt a little pity for the dying and struggling boy.

If it were me, I am afraid that I would be seriously injured immediately, all the monks thought silently in their hearts.

Time passed, and the red shield was already crumbling under the fierce attack, and cracks appeared on the surface, and it was about to shatter into several pieces.

Seeing that this shield was about to shatter, Ye Shaoling's spell was still not completed.

In the palm of his hand, a fiery red ball is trembling violently, the crimson light has been extremely strong, a breath of destruction and fury is slowly spreading, the red ball is shaking wildly, as long as one is not careful, I am afraid it will cause a huge explosion.

On his forehead, drops of cold sweat dripped down, Ye Shaoling's heart was very nervous, this method was taught by Ye Chen, its essence is to continuously compress spiritual power in a special way, and when it is released, it will produce a violent explosion of spiritual power, but if you are not careful, it will backfire on yourself, causing extremely tragic consequences.

Seeing that he had not broken through the opponent's defense, Zi Er Shao's patience was completely exhausted, he took out the Ziyang Sword from the storage bag, injected spiritual power, and the flying sword pierced the red shield like a meteor, and as soon as it came into contact, the already scarred red shield instantly turned into fragments.

At this moment, Ye Shaoling's spell was finally completed, and the young man's voice resounded throughout the audience with luck and pride.

"Fireball"

Ye Shaoling had been preparing spells there, and everyone could see that whether it was Zi Qian in the ring or the monks in the audience, they were all thinking about what kind of powerful spells this young powerhouse would release for such a long time.

The spells cast during the Qi Refining Period were definitely no match for the Foundation Building Stage monks and so many spirit runes, but people were still looking forward to how strong the boy's final counterattack would be.

But I never expected that it was the lowest-level fireball technique, and just as the disappointment of the monks in the audience and Ziqian's relieved voice were remembered, a huge explosion sounded without warning.

Most of the ring was covered by the churning sea of fire, and the huge tongue of fire was endless, and beyond the sea of fire was the sluggish faces of Zi Er Shao and the monks in the audience.

"Poof" A mouthful of blood spurted out, Zi Qian's face instantly turned pale, and the flying sword that intersected with his heart and blood was injured, and the powerful backlash instantly made Zi Qian suffer a lot of injuries.

Before Zi Qian could figure out what was happening, a pillar of flame light erupted from the sea of fire, directly knocking him out of the ring, causing a burst of exclamations from the monks in the audience.

After a long time, the flames dissipated, and a young man lying on the ground, his clothes in tatters, appeared.