Holy-lighted War God

Suppressing the thought in his heart, Ling Yun looked towards the other stages. The others were also evenly matched, and even after fighting for almost an hour, there was still no sign of victory.

However, this was no longer a test. Other than the trump cards in their trump cards, the other party had also found out that the battle had reached its final phase. It was clear who held the upper hand.

On one of the arenas, the berserk spirit energy surged, releasing a bright light, two figures quickly crossed each other, like ghosts, gold iron s clashing against each other, the sound reverberated endlessly.

In fact, the cultivation levels of the top five Heaven's Pride Board s and the combat effectiveness were almost the same. Although Ling Tian was ranked first, he was still not far from the rest, so if he wanted to defeat his opponents, he had to use his true abilities.

Of course, if one were to say which was the strongest and which was the weakest, it could be said that a few months ago, Qin Wu was the weakest, because he had only broken through to the late stage of the Martial Master realm.

Of course, cultivation was cultivation and combat effectiveness was cultivation. To geniuses, they were not on the same level.

And now, because their goal was the dragon pond, and because they wanted to borrow the dragon pond's power to perfectly breakthrough, their cultivation stopped at half a step, allowing Qin Wu to catch up. However, after breaking through for a short period of time, their accumulated strength was not as deep as the others.

But the lamentable one was Wen Shang, who had always been concealing his cultivation, even though his cultivation was stronger than Ling Tian's, he was still willing to be beneath Ling Tian and the rest, and had never revealed himself to anyone.

But this time, Ling Yun had unintentionally done this inside the Qing Chen Jing Ling Dan, causing his cultivation to go berserk, and needed a period of time to recuperate. With the help of the dragon pond, he broke through the Martial King, and it was no longer realistic.

However, with his accumulation of knowledge, he would soon catch up. However, it would be difficult for him to do what he had done before.

Mo Xiao had a thin figure, but used a three foot long golden spear that didn't seem to match his.

During his battle with Ling Tian, he had fully utilized the advantage of the spear, which was one inch longer, and revealed a strong foundation. Qin Feng, who was forced to calm down, watched the battle with relish, and a look of understanding flashed past his eyes.

The sword walked lightly, and was also much shorter than the spear, so it was difficult to have an advantage in close combat or long-range attacks, other than using an absolute advantage to suppress them, the cultivation of the two were almost the same, how could they do the same. With Ling Tian in a difficult battle, using the wind element's speed advantage to fight Mo Xiao.

Although it looked like Mo Xiao had the upper hand, many people could see that the balance of victory was slowly tilting towards Ling Tian.

Suddenly, Ling Tian who was in a passive position, stopped in his tracks. Although Mo Xiao suspected that Ling Tian had some tricks up his sleeves, he would not let go of this opportunity.

A hissing sound came from the sharp spearpoint, a bright golden snake shadow appeared. However, what was strange was that there were two meat buns on the snake's head, which were very strange, these were the strange beasts ranked higher up among the Demonic Beast — — Diamond dragon snake, it had an almost indestructible golden body, and its defensive power and attack were both extremely powerful.

"Light the spring rain!"

As expected, when the spear swept towards him, the illusory Diamond dragon snake released an even more astonishing pressure, but Ling Tian's face revealed a sly smile. The long sword in his hand moved at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, quickly hitting the weak spots on the spear's body, like raindrops falling down.

Ding ding ding!

A clear voice came out, causing Mo Xiao's face to change. Although Ling Tian did not use much strength, he still felt the spear in his hand trembling non-stop, as though it was going to split open.

"A face-piercing attack!"