After a long roar of weapons colliding, the funeral night and the cold sky retreated several miles from each other.

"Damn it!"

Looking at the hand holding the rib knife, Lin Hantian secretly cursed in his heart, the power of the burial night was far beyond his expectations. At the same time, he secretly smiled bitterly in his heart, it seems that the gap in cultivation is not so easy to be smoothed, he must step into the spirit realm, and he can no longer slack off like before.

After a few rounds of fighting, Lin Hantian had already initially understood that the person named Burial Night in front of him was not inferior to himself in terms of combat skills and instinctive reactions, and the key was that his cultivation was still one realm higher than his own.

If it weren't for the blessing of his own Wind Resisting Technique, maybe the rib knife that blocked himself just now would have been flown out by the Burial Nightquake.

And at this moment, Mu Xi in the audience was already a little dumbfounded, the fierceness of the battle between the two sides had exceeded her expectations, and what surprised him the most was not Lin Hantian's growth, but the fact that Fu Ye was invincible in several rounds of confrontations in Lin Hantian.

The gap in cultivation under the Manifestation Realm is actually not deliberately obvious, and there have been countless examples in the evolution of the Soul Continent so far, which can make up for this gap in many aspects, such as skill and physical fitness, as well as wild instincts.

The only difference may be the accuracy of soul power and the comprehension of soul power, and the funeral night in front of him against Lin Hantian is a clear example. The soul power released by the funeral night must be proficient in the latter from any level, and if it weren't for Lin Hantian's unique family soul cultivation and the incompatibility of the wind attribute and the water attribute soul power, it is likely that Lin Hantian would have lost to the funeral night under the explosion of soul power.

Hu Hao, Bai Mo and others in the same audience were already full of shock, they never imagined that the strength of the funeral night would be so superb, if it was themselves... I can't help but feel a shiver when I think of this.

The strong man has been respected since ancient times, and his performance on the night of the funeral has made him the most eye-catching focus in the dueling arena.

The water attribute soul power of cultivation, in everyone's cognition, is naturally much weaker than the wind attribute soul power of Lin Hantian, this is not a bottleneck that soul cultivators can break through in the first three realms, and the funeral night has broken their cognition by practical actions.

The attack accuracy of the Water Blasting Spear and the wind pressure emitted by the domineering soul power were not inferior to the Ling Feng Blade of the Cold Heaven.

"If you have any other moves, just use them. The funeral night said to the upright Lin Hantian.

The victory of the duel is not the final result pursued by the funeral night, and the funeral night also clearly perceives that Lin Hantian still has the hole cards in his hand, and what he wants to do is not only to win the battle, but also to learn and comprehend the battle. Elder Zun told him more than once, "The most in-depth and personal study is the most direct teacher, and only by constantly fighting can the muscle memory of the original intention of fighting be tempered." ”

"Hmph, as you wish, this is your own doing!" Lin Hantian suddenly sneered, looking at the slightly playful face of the funeral night, his competitiveness suddenly skyrocketed, "Okay, then let me see what kind of ability you have to say this big thing in front of Young Master Ben!"

"Hmm, what other moves? Hahaha, then let you see what the 'Five-Line Demon Snatcher' is. Lin Hantian's cold eyes showed a cold light at this time, and as soon as his words fell, the soul light on Lin Hantian's left index finger flashed, "Come out, puppet demon!"

"That's a puppet of Lin Hantian. Li Xin clasped his hands around his chest, frowned and said secretly, "It seems that the kid named Funeral Night is in danger." ”

"That's it! a cold sunset, a ghostly finch, a fiery snake. Mu Xi, who was at the front of the audience, covered his hands and was shocked, these three puppets were Lin Hantian's means to become famous in the Dao Pavilion, and he almost killed the late stage soul of the Spirit Transformation Realm who was fighting with him at that time.

After Lin Hantian's Na Ring Soul Light exploded, five puppets jumped out along Lin Hantian's five fingers, and the blue soul qi connected to the soul line, "This is my method of being buried, do you think that your soul power cultivation is one level higher than mine, it is very remarkable?" I am a puppeteer who has been cultivating for many years, if I hadn't cultivated puppet art, I might have been in the middle of the spirit realm now." Your pride is actually vulnerable to me. ”

"It's still too late for you to surrender, although the dueling arena prohibits killing moves, but if you accidentally get crippled, it will be a big deal. As Lin Hantian took out his hole cards, his whole person's momentum completely rose by one dimension, and he actually had his own abacus in his heart.

The family has repeatedly ordered not to make extraneous branches recently, otherwise it will be easy to be seized by the sect forces. Killing, he hasn't done it for a long time, even if at some moment his killing intent is present, he wants to take the life of the funeral night, but he is pressed back by desire. He is not a fool, as the second son of the Lin family, he will naturally not be as straw as an ordinary heir of the king.

In addition to the three of his signature puppets, the Spectral Sparrow and the Fierce Snake, he even summoned his newly obtained Flying Dog and Thunder Leopard, which were originally prepared for this puppeteer competition, and now Lin Hantian, who was full of anger in his heart, didn't want to think too much, and it was also to prove his strength to Mu Xi.

As soon as the 'Five-Line Demon Snatching Song' came out, he felt that the victory was already waving at him, if he admitted defeat at this time, he just didn't show his brutal side, so that Mu Xi, Hu Hao and others showed their good strength.

"Is that all, it doesn't seem to be a big deal!" Unexpectedly, the funeral night that he thought about in his heart just a second seemed to have a high probability of surrendering, and the provocative words of the funeral night in the next second came to Lin Hantian's ears.

Suddenly, Lin Hantian's murderous intent was everywhere, and the puppet technique that he was most proud of was ridiculed like this, and even his mentor had never said such words after teaching him for so many years.

The distance between the two is only a few tens of meters, at this time, in front of Lin Hantian, the sunset, the ghost, the snake, the flying dog, the thunder leopard, the five puppets are full of Lin Hantian's soul power, looking at the funeral night There is still a calm smile on his face, his killing intent fluctuates more strongly, and the five dangerous fingers are controlled, and the sunset and the snake pounce directly on the funeral night.

As the Evening Golem sprinted, the Golem's bone sword was drawn and slammed into the Burial Night, and the serpent leaped into the air and spewed scorching flames into the Burial Night.

The explosion sounded suddenly, and the ghost hand held by the funeral night directly stretched out to try to resist the fast attack of the sunset, and in the sprint of the sunset, the sunset elephant's bone sword was led, and the thunder leopard intersected with the fierce snake and thunder fire in the air, spraying towards the funeral night.

Looking at the rapid speed of the funeral night, Lin Hantian's face became more and more gloomy, he sneered, his fingers manipulated a plan, and the flying dog bit the funeral night's shoulder fiercely under the blessing of Lin Hantian's wind control technique.

"Ahh Suddenly Burial Night let out an instinctive scream, and the pain made him want to destroy the flying dog quickly, but by the time he was about to attack the flying dog in the shoulder, the latter had already withdrawn into the air.

Before the funeral night could react to the next moment, the ghost sparrow swooped down the next moment, and the sharp puppet sparrow's beak only pounced on the heart of the funeral night.

"Bell!"

The crisp sound of the clash between the iron and the puppet sounded, and it turned out that the burial night used the dagger to resist the attack of the cold sky.

The rippling sound spread, and with the millisecond sound of the sound wave, the ghost hand of the funeral night made a force, blasting the sunset of the cold sky away.

As the fierce energy of both sides gushed out, some cracks appeared on the four walls of the red coriander phalanx...