Meng Bai had a thought, and the intelligent system also teleported him out.

His appearance instantly pushed the atmosphere in the Fengshen Hall to its climax. The applause was thunderous and the mountains were roaring and the seas were roaring. Meng Bai naturally had to express his enthusiasm. He surrounded himself and held his fists to greet him. When the applause began to calm down, he used the Jinghong method to go to the waiting area.

At this time, almost two-thirds of the audience stood up and started to leave, and the remaining one-third sat down again. Obviously, these people bought tickets for the next game. However, this does not mean that the battle between Yinhuo Hou Zhong Wantang and Feixian Hou Ling Xuejun is not attractive. After all, when someone leaves, someone comes in. Tickets for the Fengshen Hall are very expensive, and they are sold one by one. Only those with rich wealth can buy several games at once.

Meng Bai is hard to say how many people will watch the second semifinal of these top ten rookies. However, there is one thing he is very sure that a considerable number of the audience who have seen him leave this game will probably come back to grab the ticket. After all, it is not everyone who witnessed him, a fifth-level warrior, to reach the top of all sixth levels, and not everyone has this opportunity to see the mountains. This requires a lot of luck. After all, this is the case of a freshman in this class, and it has only been like this for decades, and it is not an exact number.

It was still early, and Zhong Wantang and Ling Xuejun in the waiting area saw that Meng Bai had not yet gone out. When they saw Meng Bai coming back, they could speak up and come forward to congratulate him without any concern about the Yuanlong Hou Hua Tianyu next to them. Hua Tianyu seemed to be very calm and had no grudges. Meng Bai had to repay his favor, so he naturally had to be polite.

After more communication, Meng Bai also knew more about the two of them. Especially, the eyes could reflect some thoughts deep in the other party's heart. As for Meng Bai's family, he saw a madness in the eyes of Feixian Hou Ling Xuejun, and he would never give up until he achieved his goal. His posture was like he was desperate for victory and burning out the last inch of his family's flesh and blood. The power of the light of will seemed to make Meng Bai's soul burn.

The Yinhuo Hou Zhong Wantang was relatively calm, but his eyes were more about exploring Meng Bai. His posture seemed to be as if he was undoubtedly sure to win this battle, so he had to start to understand Meng Bai in advance and prepare to take him down.

These two states themselves also show their own understanding of strength. Meng Bai's own estimate is that the Yinhuo Hou Zhong Wantang has a greater chance of winning, almost accounting for more than 70% to 80%. Because, in addition to his own strength and cultivation advantages, he also has an advantage in geographical advantages. Zhong Wantang won the previous stone scissors and cloth, and he chose the volcanic belt that is most suitable for his strength to play as the combat environment.

Of course, this does not mean that the Feixian Hou Ling Xuejun will definitely lose. The swordsman, especially this pure sword immortal type, is best at winning with small numbers and seeking victory in danger. Until the situation is completely determined, even if it is close or a line of separation, it may be turned over by her. All this depends on Ling Xuejun's performance on the spot, whether she can find the most suitable opportunity for explosion, and determine life and death with one sword.

Time has not passed too long, and the new wave of audiences have already come in to do it. Meng Bai glanced at him and compared with his previous one, there were two or three thousand fewer people. At this moment, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. In fact, he also understood that it was not very important to compete with Zhong Wantang and Ling Xuejun, but instinctively did not want to lose for a while, as it seemed so awkward.

At this moment, Yuanlong Hou Hua Tianyu's eyes looked at Meng Bai, and the two of them hit each other. It was obvious that Hua Tianyu had the same thought. The two looked at each other and smiled. A lot of conflicts caused by the previous battle were resolved in an instant. Of course, this refers to Hua Tianyu's unilaterality. After all, Meng Bai, as the winner, would not have jealousy towards his opponent.

Among the audience outside, most of them were calling Ling Xuejun's name. There was no way. In this regard, the beauty's advantages were innate and no one could compare to it. Zhong Wantang didn't care about this because he knew very well that this was a competition, and the strength of the force was the key, and these support itself could not play any role.

The two walked into the center of the Fengshen Hall, and the intelligent system started immediately and teleported. In the blink of an eye, the two were in another space of different degrees.

In this space, the sky is dark red. There are cracks on the earth and there are thousands of ravines. Although the cracks are not big, they are dense and like spider webs, breaking the earth into pieces. And in the gaps of these ravines, most of them faintly exudes red light, and the smoke that seems to be there and there is a little misty, and the void that reflects the contrast is a little misty.

On the earth, there are thousands of feet high peaks standing suddenly, and there are also a series of small hills, like waves, everywhere. This is the most suitable volcanic belt for the Yinhuohou Zhong Wantang.

Meng Bai could tell at a glance that the volcanic belt and the source of his river were not in the same space, because their vitality was obviously different and had essential differences. If Meng Bai had suspected that the void connected to the nodes of the temple space might be just one place, then there would be no doubt now. The foundation of Kunlun Academy once again shocked Meng Bai.

As soon as such an environment appeared, the Yinhuo Hou Zhong Wantang resonated with his body, and the protective energy showed a black and red light. In that moment, he seemed to have become the son of the plane, sharing the same rhythm as the main volcanic belt.

Everyone had known this result for a long time, but at this moment, Ling Xuejun was standing alone with a sword, looking quite miserable and helpless. Unconsciously, he spoke one by one and criticized Zhong Wantang. However, Zhong Wantang naturally would not care. What he was considering now was just a victory result.

With the general trend in hand, Zhong Wantang took the initiative to speak and greet Ling Xuejun. The etiquette was comprehensive. At this moment, when he was celebrating, Ling Xuejun moved instantly. At the same time, he drew his sword out of the sheath, turned into a cold stream of light, and stabbed directly into his heart. At the beginning, Ling Xuejun used the Feixian Sword Sutra, and used his left hand with his natural sword bones.

The sword light is sharp, the sword speed is extremely fast, and the sword light is brilliant!

It can be said that this sword is very perfect, fully demonstrating the foundation of Ling Xuejun's sword immortal. Of course, this is to eliminate Ling Xuejun's almost sneak attack method. If it were a man who dared to do this, he would have been criticized by everyone and whipped it to the end. However, the person who did this kind of thing was a peerless beauty, and this standard could naturally be discussed. Various feelings were necessary, and naturally they would be filled in the minds of the audience.

So, at this moment, the audience in the Fengshen Hall shouted that there were many people. Some people even shouted directly, "Zhong! Zhong! Zhong!..."

Fortunately, they are all classmates from the same school. If it were a life-and-death battle against the outside world, I would be afraid that the word "death" would be the word "death" directly.

"Junior Sister Ling is so anxious!"

Seeing this, Zhong Wantang, the yinhuo Hou, was calm and calm. As soon as he clasped his fists, he spread his hands and pulled them left and right, the pillar of fire turned red, and the void appeared. In an instant, a big stick nearly meter long was formed, which was Zhong Wantang's Qi soldier - Zhu Yanbengtian stick.

This move, Zhong Wantang had already revealed in the last duel with Mr. Lu Jianqing, and it was no longer new, so he did not continue to hide and directly used it. Moreover, he also hoped that his family could win faster and easier. After all, in this way, he could maintain more strength to win the final and become the champion.

As soon as Zhu Yanbeng Tianshang Stick appeared, Zhong Wantang twisted it, "Woo--" The long stick slammed down, and the void seemed to resonate with it, cheering and cheering. In an instant, more than ten places of the gaps on the earth exploded, and magma surrounded by black smoke appeared in the fiery red, rushing from all directions, and the targets were all aimed directly at Ling Xuejun.

"Bang--"

A sudden sound of sound, the sword light changed, and a bend continued to fight towards Zhong Wantang. The movement was flowing, very free and smooth, without any impact from the shock. As for the magma in the sky, it didn't touch the body. After hitting the sky, it fell on the ground, sang and pulled, and corroded the earth was riddled with holes.

Zhong Wantang was even more calm, and his body did not move. He only shook his wrists with both hands and wrists. The front half of the big stick was twisted and twisted, and then slashed down again, intercepting Ling Xuejun's sword light again.

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

The sound of clashing was like rain hitting a banana leaf, continuous and continuous. Ling Xuejun extended his own flying fairy sword scripture to the limit. The speed, the skill of change, and the horizontal sword light were far beyond the time when he fought with the Shenfenghou Tang Zhonghe before. Especially the latter, the sword light turned completely into a silk thread, and the trace of the traces passed through the void, a white black trace left in the void, which remained for a long time.

After this fight, it seemed as if this space had been cut, and it looked similar to the cracked earth, and it was in a mess. Zhong Wantang moved in this broken space, as if he would be cut into pieces anytime and anywhere. However, this was just a luxury in the hearts of the audience who were looking at Ling Xuejun. Zhong Wantang himself was intact and did not suffer any damage, and even his clothes were not damaged at all.

His stick posture seemed to be very simple and ordinary changes, but he forced himself to protect his whole body from the wind and rain, which made Ling Xuejun die for many times, but he was exhausted.

In this unique environment of the volcanic belt, Zhong Wantang naturally would not be satisfied with defense. In that case, he, a big man who takes advantage, would seem too weak. The stick technique he used was called Yiqi Fenghuo Stick, which was originally a big move. When he took action, the wind and fire intersected to form a tornado, circling the void, and wherever he passed, there was no grass left, which was very domineering. However, Zhong Wantang had already practiced this stick technique to the realm of perfection of fire, but he forced it to turn from hard to soft, without showing his power, and was introverted and retracted, forming a special flame force field, similar to the domain, locking Ling Xuejun here.

In fact, Zhong Wantang had no doubts about his defeat of Ling Xuejun in the volcanic belt. His only worry was that Ling Xuejun followed Meng Bai and ran away from this advantageous territory. After all, the most special place in the real scene battlefield is the large place. If you have the advantage, I can just change the place. Before, Zhong Wantang saw Meng Bai's counterattack against Yuanlong Hou Hua Tianyu, so he naturally did not want to repeat the same mistakes and fall into the same situation.

Therefore, Ling Xuejun's sudden attack was exactly what he wanted. With the help of defense and secretly layout, it completely eliminated Ling Xuejun's retreat. This is the real reason why Zhong Wantang has always defended but not attacked.

Zhong Wantang's secret layout was secretly. Although it was secret, Ling Xuejun's sword heart was clear and there was no clue at all. However, Ling Xuejun and Meng Bai have very similar personalities, and both have stronger challenges and sharpen their own preferences. Especially after their body shape was restricted, the sword light was greatly reduced, and the fight was turned and fought in a square inch. Although it was more dangerous, at the same time, his chance of counterattack became greater. As long as he found a chance to break in, Zhong Wantang had no room for dodging.

If you have strength, bad things can turn into good things, and disadvantages can turn into advantages; if you don’t have strength, there is no need to talk about everything. No matter how good the conditions are, there may be problems.

Ling Xuejun and Zhong Wantang are both top-notch people, with very high qualities in all aspects. They both have enough confidence in themselves, so they are in this situation, and the more they kill, the more intense they become.

The stick danced, and the flame force field became tighter and tighter. For Ling Xuejun, it was like a thorn on his back! However, his expression was not as good as it was, and there was a tranquility. Not only did the sword force not have the best at the same time, it was becoming more and more concise. By chance, a hole could even be cut off from Zhong Wantang's clothes.

Zhong Wantang realized that the danger level of his family was also rising sharply, but he felt that the temperature was almost the same. If this continues, it is likely to pass and may hurt himself. Therefore, at this moment, a qi and fire stick instantly changed yin and yang, and the hardness and softness changed, external pressure and internal implosion, and the flame force field turned into a substantial storm.

The city of wind and fire!

A Qi Fenghuo Stick used his unique trick, and instantly a large tornado took shape, wrapping Ling Xuejun's entire body. The tornado was fiery red, and strands of fire flew out from the gaps under the earth, blending into a flame world.

"burst!"

At this moment, Zhong Wantang did not have any thought of pity for the fragrance and jade, and his roar was low and extremely determined.

"Boom--"

With a thunderous explosion, the wind and fire tornado exploded, and millions of Mars sputtered from all directions, making it a kind of fire and silver flowers that never sleep.

However, for most viewers, they have no intention of appreciating such a splendor. They only have one problem in their hearts, that is, how is Ling Xuejun?

In the colorful rain of fire, a thin sword light suddenly flew out and stabbed Zhong Wantang's waist and ribs, silently, as if he was inexplicably crossing from another space.

"I've been on guard early. How dare I be negligent with such a swordsman as junior sister?"
Chapter completed!