In the final round of battle in the God's Tomb, there was no barrier in Heihe from beginning to end.
Even at the beginning of the battle, both sides could recognize the outcome by crossing the Black River.
At this moment, Ling Mang called Ling Tian to stop and threatened not to fight, but he did not cross the Black River.
"What do you mean, do you want to admit defeat?"
Ling Tian slowly put down the Chaos Sword he held high in his hand, looked at Ling Man in the distance and asked.
However, the sword power on his body did not put away immediately.
He knew that Ling Mang's strength was not inferior to that of Jiu Yingzheng, and since Ling Mang could cross the Heihe River at any time, he had no chance of killing Ling Mang.
Of course, he had no intention of killing Ling Meng from the beginning, and he did not want to make enemies of the Ling Saint Clan.
"In the land of the God's Tomb, you and I can only use the magical powers and methods that we have learned in the God's Tomb space! In this case, I am indeed not your opponent. But this does not mean that my strength is not as good as yours."
Ling Mang looked solemn and did not directly answer Ling Tian's question. He just spoke slowly towards Ling Tian.
"so what?"
Ling Tian narrowed his eyes slightly and asked Ling Man again.
"I'm afraid that the last opportunity for the secret realm of Qingyun Mountain will not be with me. But I hope you can understand that what flows in you is the blood of the Ling family's holy clan."
After finishing speaking, Ling Man took a deep breath, and then said to Ling Tian in a deep voice, "I hope that one day, you can leave the Wuji Holy Land and come to our Ling Family Saint Clan!"
On the other side of the Black River, everyone had different expressions after hearing Ling Mang's words, and they all seemed to understand.
Ling Meng regarded Ling Tian as a member of the Ling Holy Clan and deliberately allowed the opportunity to come to Ling Tian.
In this way, the opportunity still fell into the hands of the Ling Saint Clan.
Of course, this so-called concession is actually just to save Ling Tian from trouble.
If we really want to fight, Ling Mang will not be Ling Tian's opponent, and there is no way he can compete with Ling Tian.
"I will go to the Ling Holy Clan, but not as a member of the Ling Holy Clan!"
Ling Tian knew what Ling Man meant and answered Ling Man calmly.
"As long as you go!"
Ling Mang smiled and didn't care what Ling Tian said.
What he wants is for Ling Tian to go to the Ling Holy Clan.
At that time, many things were not decided by Ling Tian alone.
After all, blood is hard to change!
Ling Tian carries the blood of the Ling Holy Clan, so he is destined to be a member of the Ling Holy Clan.
"I'm waiting for you in the Ling Saint Clan. I hope I can fight with you someday!"
Ling Mang slowly put away his sword, uttered a final word to Ling Tian, then turned around and crossed the Black River.
"Ling's Holy Clan?"
Ling Tian looked at Ling Man's figure in the distance, murmuring, and fell into his own thoughts.
He still hasn't figured out what happened to Ling Wen.
Long ago, he had the idea of going to the Ling Holy Clan.
He knew very well what a behemoth the Ling Saint Clan was.
If the powerful men of the Ling Saint Clan knew that he was Ling Wen's son, there might be a lot of trouble.
But there is one person who can definitely help him solve this trouble - Thousand Refining Demon Saint Ling Mo.
Now, his existence has been known to Ling Man and Ling Yu, which means that it has also been known to the Ling Saint Clan.
After leaving the secret realm of Qingyun Mountain, helping Ling Mo be reborn should be put on the agenda.
In the place of the God's Tomb, Mu Feng and Huang Wubian were sitting on stone chairs, looking up at Ling Tian above the void.
"Is it time for the two of us to fight?"
At this time, Huang Wubian turned his head and spoke to Mufeng.
"yes."
Mu Feng smiled and nodded, then shouted to Ling Tian, "Junior Brother!"
Hearing Mu Feng's words, Ling Tianfang woke up with a start.
When he noticed that both Huang Wu Bian and Mu Feng were looking at him, he immediately understood what they meant, and with a trembling step, he returned to the No. 1 stone chair in the God's Tomb.
When Mu Feng and Huang Wubian saw this, their figures turned into a stream of light and appeared in the closed space.
"No need to talk more about gossip!"
Huang Wubian stared at Mu Feng with solemn eyes, without any intention of despising Mu Feng.
The terrifying power of desolation emerged from him, and the void instantly turned into a sea of desolation.
"I just like people like you."
With a smile on his face, Mu Feng took out a long sword with trembling palms.
call!
The strong wind howled, Huang Wubian raised his arms, and the desert sea behind him rolled up turbulent waves.
When he punched out, the waves turned into a torrent, swallowing up the terrifying power, and rushed towards Mu Feng.
"slow!"
Mu Feng whispered a word, and a breeze blew by his side.
Facing the surging torrent of desolation, his footsteps slowly stepped forward, as if he was walking in the void.
The torrent of desolation was affected by the power of time. Although it was still turbulent, it also slowed down its speed.
Mu Feng's graceful figure actually walked straight towards the boundless wilderness, riding on the torrent of desolation.
"Time power?"
Huang Wubian's expression froze for a moment, and he suddenly opened his arms.
In an instant, an even more terrifying aura surged out of him.
A steady stream of desolate power transformed into the desolate sea and spread towards the surroundings, drowning the desolate figure and completely submerging that area of space. The only exception was the area a hundred steps around Mufeng, which was not invaded by the desolate sea.
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Huh! Huh! Huh...
The strong wind howled continuously, and the waves of desolation beat wildly.
A series of terrifying desolate waves burst out from the desolate sea from time to time, engulfing Mu Feng.
Mu Feng held a long sword in his hand and moved through the space that was only a hundred steps in diameter, avoiding Huang Wubian's offensive. From time to time, he stabbed out with his sword, looking for Huang Wubian's figure submerged in the desert sea.
"I didn't expect that Mu Feng would be suppressed as soon as the two of them dared to fight. Huang Wubian is indeed the number one genius in the military domain, and his methods are indeed extraordinary."
"The time power of Mu Feng's palm can be said to be invincible within a hundred steps. Huang Wubian has obviously realized this and did not choose to confront Mu Feng head-on."
"If it continues like this, Mu Feng will undoubtedly be defeated. After all, Mu Feng is only a fifth-level warrior in the Tao realm, and he can't consume Huang Bian at all!"
People on the other side of the Black River made their own judgments based on what they saw.
After several rounds of fighting, many people have discovered how terrifying Mu Feng's combat power is.
They are invincible under the same circumstances, and defeating enemies across borders is easy.
But the so-called border crossing also depends on who the opponent is.
If Huang Wubian's cultivation level was equal to Mu Feng's, he might not be Mu Feng's opponent.
But with the advantage of first-level cultivation, Huang Wubian was able to steadily suppress Mu Feng.
In addition, this battle has no time limit and must determine the outcome. The rules are also very unfavorable to Mu Feng.
"Disappointed..."
Mu Feng was trapped in the deserted sea for a long time, and impatience gradually appeared on his face.
"What are you disappointed about?"
The endless doubtful words echoed in the space, responding to the wind, seeming to be everywhere, making it difficult to distinguish the direction.
Mu Feng's sword-wielding figure flickered in the deserted sea, and he said with a bit of disdain, "I thought you were a vigorous and resolute person, but I didn't expect that you also like to waste time so much."
"This is called knowing how to advance and retreat!"
Huang Wubian's voice came out in the desert sea again, "You and I will fight fair and square. You can't say that my methods are despicable, right?"