Meng Bai and Mu Huasheng, one of them had ice crystal armor on their bodies, and the other had a mirror halo hanging from behind their heads. They were both extraordinary and had the aura of gods and demons. This level of collision was unfolded so early, which really surprised the audience. One by one, they were all blinded, for fear of missing any wonderful moment.

Meng Bai himself was still free to be at ease, stood firmly on the spot, quietly looking at Mu Huasheng, waiting for him to continue killing.

In terms of real strength, Mu Huasheng may not be inferior to Meng Bai, but his current serial number is far behind Meng Bai, and there are many more people behind Meng Bai's position. Meng Bai's posture is natural and no one can make any mistakes. If Mu Huasheng dares to play with such tricks, no one will think that it is also extraordinary and full of confidence, and will only think that he is afraid and a coward.

This is the disadvantages brought by hiding strength. If you enjoy the benefits of being able to make a counterattack in an instant, you have to bear the price of being cowardly. In this world, there is nothing that only has benefits and no harm. To get some, you have to pay.

Mu Huasheng naturally understood these things very well, so he did not have any intention of violating the general trend of this rule. He adjusted his breathing and then flew up again. This time, his speed was not as fast as the last time, but his voice was much larger than the last time. His body was like a dragon and a snake, and his arms were out, just like three dragons making waves at the same time, stirring up countless vortexes. The twisting ring behind his head was not idle either, but also twisting the air and blurring the void, causing visual disorganization. In the eyes of many people, the ring itself had begun to blur, turning into a vast ocean with turbulent flows.

Before Mu Huasheng arrived, the strangling force formed by the vortex outside his body had already surged in advance. He fought for the frontal force, and through the fight just now, Mu Huasheng knew that he was definitely not Meng Bai's opponent, so there must be an intermediary to play his advantages.

Although Xinghong Palm can still be used, it will inevitably show his own decline. Mu Huasheng is no longer willing to do this. Because he was carefully selected by the Spirit Clan to suppress the genius of the human race and to promote the reputation of the Spirit Clan. If the teacher is suppressed, it would not be that way. Therefore, this time Mu Huasheng used the Whirl Fist, which is the seventh-level king martial arts, which is stronger than Xinghong Palm. The key is that he can exert a powerful effect without spending too long to accumulate. After accumulation, the effect is equally extraordinary. Moreover, at that time, it was not too late to temporarily use Xinghong Palm to strengthen it.

The vortex flowed heavily and swept over. Meng Bai relied on his strength, and naturally the soldiers came to block the generals, and the water came to cover the earth. The Taurus Xiaotian Fist, combined with the golden qi and blood, shot out golden fists, with extraordinary explosive power, divided the river and broken the vortex. However, in the end, this vortex was evolved by Mu Huasheng's efforts. It was completely broken with one blow, but it was unrealistic. Mu Huasheng took this opportunity and kept surfing Meng Bai's body. With the help of the vortex moving and unloading force, it exploded from time to time and bombarded Meng Bai's vital parts.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

In the blink of an eye, countless roars were heard, vortexes shattered, and tides surged in the ocean, like a storm wrinkled, setting off a flood of waves, almost shaking the entire ocean and letting it fly. All of these were the effects of Meng Bai's two fists dancing. Seeing this scene, most people watching the battle couldn't help but admire it, seeing what it means to be a real mountain of strands and unparalleled divine power.

However, Mu Huasheng's performance was not bad. His twisted god ring was inverted and confused, twisted air, and blurred perception, which was very mysterious. Although Meng Bai kept his spirit as clear as possible, he could not see through all changes in his opponent. The matching degree between the vortex fist and the twisted god ring was too high. In a sense, this was simply similar to the domain of the eighth-level emperor. Although it was not as strong and domineering as the outside world, it had already had a little prototype.

This is also a blessing for Meng Bai here, with an unparalleled body, and he was following the path of breaking all kinds of methods with one force. If a fifth-level warrior had been completely submerged by the ocean and strangled by the vortex to pieces. However, although Meng Bai could stabilize the situation, it was inevitable that Zhongmu Huasheng's move. The ice god armor that had just been formed on his body had countless palm prints and fist marks, some were just a mark, and some were completely exploded, and countless cracks extended from the four outer parts, like dragons and snakes winding, as if they would be disintegrated anytime and anywhere.

If Meng Bai was purely for victory, he wouldn't care at all. Anyway, he was wearing a liquid metal war suit inside, and even if the entire ice god armor was broken, it would not be hindered at all. However, Meng Bai is not the kind of person who only cares about the present and just passes by. He not only wants to win, but also needs to be tempered by the battle itself. If in the end, the damage is resisted by external objects, then this battle will have no effect on him.

Therefore, while Meng Bai was attacking, he was also highly focused and withdrawing hands from time to time to reduce the number of attacks he was hit as much as possible.

The battle between the two was extremely intense, which made the audience all the audience feel satisfied.

The two of them bombarded each other like a desperate battle. After five or six minutes, they were still hard to distinguish. Just when many people thought that such a battle would last for a while, suddenly, a thin crack broke between Mu Huasheng's eyebrows, as if an eye was there, and a white light was shot out.

This white light, quiet and pure, was as fast as lightning, headed straight to Meng Bai's head.

This method is called the magic method, which can paralyze the spirit and stagnate the soul. It has the best effect on Yin Gods and ghosts that have lost their body. Even if their soul power is twice that of the person who casts the art, it will inevitably be hit. However, if the body body, the body is supplemented with qi and blood, the effect is weaker, but it is relatively common. Normally, the soul power does not exceed the mental power of more than 40% of the person who casts the art. If you are hit, you will never be able to escape.

Mu Huasheng has always hidden his killer move, in order to start a sudden attack and achieve success in one fell swoop. He knew very well that he had only one chance to attack a master like Meng Bai, and the second time. With defense, it would be difficult to hit it again. No matter how good the method is, it would be useless if it didn't hit it.

It is precisely because of this that Mu Huasheng chose to take action when the fight was the most intense. Because in this case, the opponent often thinks that it is like this and there will be no new changes. The stronger the one, the more this mentality there is, because no one wants to admit in their hearts that the opponent is better than themselves.

Mu Huasheng used this method not once or twice, one was sure.

However, Mu Huasheng was wrong, that is, this fierce battle that was evenly matched was what he thought, and Meng Bai didn't think so. He was just trying to sharpen himself, so he did not use all his strength to give him an overwhelming advantage. In that case, the battle would never fall into a stalemate so quickly. After all, the Three Treasures of Immortality Knife on Meng Bai's back is not a decoration! Others may not be able to free up their hands in such high-intensity battles, but Meng Bai would not have such troubles. As long as he thought, the sword was always in his hands.

The white light of the Divine Skilling Technique is as gorgeous as it is. The blurred void and the swaying ocean cannot cover up his beauty. Similarly, it also makes people more able to recognize its horror.

There are not many people who can avoid this speed in the fifth level. Even if Meng Bai is completely free, he can't do it. What's more, there are endless vortexes around him twisting and pulling, clamping his actions. However, Meng Bai did not want to avoid it. In terms of speed, although the magic technique is strong, it is not as strong as the Divine Sword.

"Swish, shit, shit, shit..."

In the flash, dozens of eye swords broke out into the air, like a lotus blooming, blocking Meng Bai. This magic technique was entangled in the sword light of the eye sword, and collided wildly and strangled.

The magic technique, as a spiritual secret technique of the spiritual race, was extraordinary after all. It broke through the sword lotus evolved from the Eye Divine Sword and continued to kill Meng Bai.

However, after such slowdown, a palm appeared in front of Meng Bai, which was crystal clear and transparent, about a foot long, like the hand of a god and a demon.

It is the secret spiritual method - take the cloud hand!

"Bang--"

With a sound of vibration, the white light of the Divine Skill Technique collided with the Cloud Hand, and a unique ripples spread out like water. At that moment, Meng Bai felt like he was completely uncontrolled with the Cloud Hand. Instinctively, he gathered his energy and strengthened his control, and still felt a sense of stagnation.

Meng Bai was hesitant at this time, and the divine will of power, which had been regarded as the last card, emerged and blessed it. In the past few days of grinding the gun, Meng Bai did not grind it in vain. The divine will of power finally reached a complete basic realm, reaching 100%, and was promoted to the spiritual realm.

The spiritual consciousness of divine will not only gather vitality, bless power, and have miraculous effects on pursuing the king. What’s more important is that it has the ability to fight independently. It can be said that the spiritual consciousness of divine will reach the spiritual realm is equivalent to a spiritual martial art of great cultivation, and it is definitely not comparable to ordinary spiritual martial arts.

Sure enough, with the blessing of the divine will of power, the cloud hand seemed to be alive, and a spontaneous vibration like a palm of the body, and a surge of force exploded. At this moment, not only was the residual light of the magic technique completely broken and disintegrated, but the surrounding air and water vortex all exploded, just like a deep water bomb exploded.

The surging torrent completely rushed towards the front, setting off a wave peak, and swept over toward Mu Huasheng. Mu Huasheng naturally used the vortex fist and the twisting god ring to disassemble it, but under this twist, the whole person's body was shaken. In an instant, he realized that the power of this moment was too powerful, barely consumed, and it might even be a little injured, which was really unpaid. So, at this moment, Mu Huasheng took a few steps back and prepared to build up his momentum and make a comeback.

Mu Huasheng’s thoughts cannot be said to be wrong, but he forgot a sentence, saying that things can only be done three times.

Meng Bai didn't take the initiative once and let him attack, but he didn't take the initiative twice, but it was impossible for him to let him go. After all, he was his own person, and Meng Bai's actions were already very interesting, not to mention that Mu Huasheng was still a member of the Spirit tribe.

Therefore, at this moment Mu Huasheng retreated, but Meng Bai also advanced with it.

After shaking the cloud hand, it was like a dam, pushing forward in advance, squeezing the torrent forward. This kind of thing is equivalent to human beings carrying the world, and normal people will not do it, and it is too exhausting. However, Meng Bai doesn't care, because he has this ability.

Under Meng Bai's control, the Yunshou not only did not decay or decrease, but instead became stronger as the mental power continued to strengthen.

After a few steps, Mu Huasheng felt something was wrong and wanted to change his moves. Meng Bai took the lead and took a turn for the cloud hand. A flat palm that was like a mountain turned into a crushing from top to bottom. His five fingers moved in unison, like thick pillars falling from the sky and standing around Mu Huasheng, like an extremely huge cage, imprisoning it inside.

"rise!"

Meng Bai shouted loudly, with the roar of the divine cow from the wilderness, shocking his spirit. He pinched and lifted his five fingers with Yun's hand. Mu Huasheng and the surrounding turbulent ocean were lifted up by Yun's hand.

This method is really similar to a god and a demon. In this way, the remaining water, blurred air, and twisted space on the ring all collapsed and returned to normal. The students watching the game from the audience finally had normal vision. At this moment, seeing Mu Huasheng, the spiritual race, being clamped and locked, could not help but applaud.

However, the audience in the audience was excited, and Meng Bai was not excited. He knew very well that this was just a temporary advantage. Unexpectedly, it was not enough to limit Mu Huasheng with this. If he did not strengthen it, Mu Huasheng would be able to escape with an explosion.

Meng Bai couldn't let Mu Huasheng escape so easily. No matter how, he had to show his body, and all his strength was unreserved and he could only show it all. Therefore, he used the cloud hand to grab Mu Huasheng and a vast ocean in the void. Meng Bai's own pair of fleshy palms were not idle, and the qi flowed and changed into the frozen demon qi, and the Taurus Xiaotian Fist also turned into the frozen demon fist.

"Buzzing--"

The fist hit the void, like a long bell and chime ringing, the red white light spreading, and it surged directly into the vast ocean that was grabbed by the clouds. In an instant, the water force began to freeze, like solid ice. On the ring, there was frost and snow falling, making Meng Bai look like an ice god coming out of the polar ice field!

How domineering is the Frozen Demon Power? In an instant, it was more than three feet frozen, comparable to a level 4 or fifth level magic weapon. Meng Bai rotated his hands, punching one punch after another, like a machine gun series, dense and urgent.

"quack--"

In this cloud-holding hand, Mu Huasheng was obviously exerting his strength, breaking through the shackles and reappearing, and cracks began to extend outward from the inside. However, before it could be revealed, Meng Bai's frozen demon fist power filled up again to make it stronger.

Meng Bai's fist explodes, and the sound of ice cracks intertwined, like a unique music, not only without the noise, but also extremely pleasant to hear.

After a moment, the sound of ice crack completely disappeared, and Meng Bai stopped and thought to himself. A huge ice lump fell on the ring, freezing Mu Huasheng, with a cold face and flaring, and his fist stance was flying, which was quite artistic.
Chapter completed!