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It’s wrong to think so! Lin Xiaodong will not die so easily. The pierced body is just his afterimage! His real body has already come to Zhao Batian at this time! Raising his hand is just a punch
, blasted towards Zhao Batian's face! Zhao Batian was shocked, and roared hurriedly, and his magic weapon appeared in front of him in an instant, blocking Lin Xiaodong's attack.
Lin Xiaodong's punch missed and he immediately dodged away. He was secretly surprised that Zhao Batian's ability to control his natal magic weapon was so powerful, much better than him.
He was able to summon his natal magic weapon in an instant, which he couldn't do! It seemed that he had to practice diligently to control his natal magic weapon, so that he could become expert at it! What surprised Lin Xiaodong even more was that his punch hit his natal magic weapon.
The magic weapon, but it did not hurt Zhao Batian. It seems that after turning into gold, the ability of the natal magic weapon has been greatly strengthened! This opened Lin Xiaodong's eyes and gained a lot of knowledge. It turns out that the natal magic weapon can also be upgraded!
Zhao Batian's natal magic weapon has obviously reached a higher level.
Lin Xiaodong secretly made up his mind that he must upgrade his natal flying sword in the future, and at the same time practice more control skills.
"disease!"
Zhao Batian moved his fingers and once again controlled his natal magic weapon to shoot towards Lin Xiaodong.
Lin Xiaodong still left an afterimage with his super speed, and then attacked Zhao Batian.
But every time at this time, Zhao Batian could always summon his magic weapon back in front of him instantly to resist his attack.
The battle suddenly became stalemate. The two of them were going back and forth, and the fight was quite fierce, but neither could do anything to the other, and could not hurt the other half! Lin Xiaodong only relied on spiritual power to attack, and it was true that Zhao Batian had nothing to do.
This guy's natal magic weapon is too fast to parry. He can't break through the natal magic weapon's defense! It's extremely difficult for Zhao Batian to kill Lin Xiaodong. Lin Xiaodong was too fast and came in front of him to launch an offensive in the blink of an eye, giving him no chance to launch an attack.
The natal magic weapon makes a second attack.
The two kept fighting, and neither side stopped.
In this case, it is obvious that it is a war of attrition, and no one can support it.
Whether Lin Xiaodong's spiritual power is deeper or Zhao Batian's spiritual power is more durable, the spectators are also speculating! "I didn't expect that boy to be able to compete with the elder, it really opened my eyes.
Already."
"That kid still has to lose to Elder Zhao. No matter how strong his spiritual power is, he can't be stronger than Elder Zhao's spiritual power."
"That's right, Elder Zhao doesn't need much mental power to control his natal magic weapon. On the contrary, that kid has to put all his strength into every punch. How long can he last?"
The onlookers were all monks, and upon comparison, they felt that Lin Xiaodong was no match for Zhao Batian.
Wen Feng even showed a proud smile. He felt that it was a sure thing for the Great Elder to win.
Li Hao and Chen Ran sighed repeatedly and covered their eyes, unable to bear to see the scene of Lin Xiaodong's tragic death.
Bystanders will never know how those in authority feel, they can only make blind guesses.
Zhao Batian and Lin Xiaodong are the ones who know best who can win.
Lin Xiaodong was 100% sure that he could win, because his spiritual power was as deep as the deep sea that Zhao Batian could not imagine.
He hit faster and faster, until Zhao Batian's face became stiff and his fingers became less agile.
The more Zhao Batian fought, the more scared he became. The more he fought, the more frightened he became. The more he fought, the more he realized that Lin Xiaodong's spiritual power was so strong that it could never be used up like the water of a river or sea.
And his mind began to feel dizzy, and his mental strength could not keep up with the rhythm.
If he continued to fight like this, he would definitely lose! The battle lasted for two hours. Lin Xiaodong became more and more relaxed as he fought, attacking Yue Ba Tian one after another as if for fun.
Although Zhao Batian was able to catch the attack, he was so exhausted that he could hardly open his eyes and stared forcefully.
Suddenly, there was a loud "buzzing" sound in Zhao Batian's head, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
He really couldn't resist, he was so dizzy that he couldn't stand still.
Fortunately, Lin Xiaodong stopped his offensive at this time, otherwise he would have been able to knock Zhao Batian away with one punch.
"Zhao Batian, it seems you are dying!"
Lin Xiaodong laughed and said honestly.
"Great Elder, are you okay?"
Wen Feng looked panicked, stood up and asked.
"He is dying, do you want to help him?
Then you all come together and have a good fight with me! Only if you come together can you have a chance to win, I know?"
Lin Xiaodong was extremely arrogant and pointed all the way down, pointing at Wen Feng, Luo Xiang, and the two yellow-level sect leaders.
"You brat, don't be too crazy!"
Wen Feng was furious and felt humiliated. After all, he was a foundation-building monk and was respected by thousands of people. How could he bear such anger?
"Anyway, the five of you are all going to die here today. If you go one by one, your death will be ugly. Why don't you go together? Maybe you can have a chance to defeat me!"
Lin Xiaodong was determined to kill these five people. The reason was very simple. Zhao Batian used his natal magic weapon to kill him as soon as he came up.
If he doesn't get rid of these people, it will only bring him endless trouble.
Killing these people will also have a shock effect and let these monks know that messing with him, Lin Xiaodong, will not end well.
"What?
You want to kill us?"
Wen Feng was shocked. Lin Xiaodong didn't kill him yesterday. He thought Lin Xiaodong came here with the mentality of having a discussion.
Now it seems that the situation is not good! Even Elder Zhao can't do anything to Lin Xiaodong, so who else can stop Lin Xiaodong from going on a killing spree! The faces of the two yellow-level sect leaders changed drastically, and they were so panicked that they lost their minds and continued to build.
Even the monks in the basic stage couldn't beat Lin Xiaodong. They were only in the Qi training stage, so what could they do to fight with Lin Xiaodong.
Lin Xiaodong wanted to kill them, it was easy.
The two of them were trembling with fear, burying their heads and not daring to stand up and challenge! "You bastard, come back here! Our battle is not over yet. I don't need help from others. I can kill you by myself."
"
At this time, a roar came from behind, but Zhao Batian still refused to admit defeat.
Lin Xiaodong looked back. Good guy, Zhao Batian seemed to have changed into a different person, with black air coming out of his body. He looked like an evil ghost coming out of the underworld! The spectators were all too scared to say a word, and soon even
I was so scared that I left the scene.
Lin Xiaodong observed Zhao Batian carefully and knew that this guy must have taken some kind of pill that enhanced his mental power, which made him a completely different person! "Suffer death!"
Zhao Batian looked up to the sky and roared, as soon as his natal magic weapon fell from the sky and hit Lin Xiaodong.
Lin Xiaodong hurriedly avoided it, but that strange black branch also sped up, chasing Lin Xiaodong closely. As long as he paused slightly, he might be pierced by the branch!