Ling Luo's ability to receive an attack from the immortal weapon in Taoist Miaofeng's hand was beyond everyone's expectations.
"Master, please save Junior Sister Luo, we can't continue the fight!"
Jingrong stood behind Zhenren Yun Ying, lowered her head, and leaned over with an anxious look on her face.
Master Yun Ying looked solemn, took a deep breath, and stretched out a hand to stop Jing Guangrong from continuing.
"This girl might really be able to create miracles."
It's really not easy for this girl to be able to subdue the Qianyuan True Fire and receive Miaofeng's full blow.
"Even if we can create a miracle, we can't gamble with Junior Sister Luo's life." Jingrong still couldn't understand.
Master Yun Ying suddenly smiled and said: "This girl has the shadow of my teacher when she was young. She dares to fight and do what she wants."
Jingrong found that persuasion was powerless, so she could only keep her mouth shut.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Yu, Lord Moonlight and others were also sitting in the audience seats, nervously watching the competition on Arena No. 32.
"Luo'er is in danger."
Xuanyuan Yu's eyes were slightly cold. He stretched out a hand and put it in the air, "The wind is blowing."
Lord Moonlight leaned back on the chair, the corners of his lips tightened, and said, "It's a wind-based critical strike spell."
Throughout the gathering of immortals, the air began to flow in a vortex in a space tens of thousands of miles in radius.
"Space rift!"
Taoist Miaofeng gave a sharp shout and urged the flying whisk to fly towards the sky with a heavy blow.
"Stab-"
The handle of the whisk pierced the sky, and a black crack appeared in everyone's field of vision.
"Hurricane strike!"
From the black crack, the hurricane raged like a strand, and thousands of strands rolled out, like giant towers reaching the sky, heading towards Lingluo.
Wherever the hurricane passes, no matter whether it is rocks or trees, they are all rolled into debris.
There was also a guarding monster, which was accidentally affected. Bloody foam and broken flesh splattered out. The scene was very terrifying.
"Suffer death, Ling Luo. Be swallowed up by the fury of this storm!"
Taoist Miaofeng showed off his special skills, raised his hands to the sky and waved them, wearing wind and thunder Taoist clothes.
Ling Luo felt a huge threat.
However, she did not flinch, nor was she afraid.
She didn't dodge or dodge, she didn't even move a step, she just stood there and slowly closed her eyes.
"Hahaha, accept your fate, are you convinced?!"
Taoist Miaofeng was so arrogant that he thought Ling Luo was just waiting to die.
Xuanyuan Yu's expression changed drastically, and he immediately stood up from the audience seat and wanted to rush forward.
"Wait!"
Lord Moonlight stretched out a hand and grabbed Xuanyuan Yu's sleeve, stopping his impulsive behavior.
"Luo'er is going to die!"
Xuanyuan Yu looked anxious and tried to break free, but found that he could not escape from Lord Moonlight's grasp.
Only then did he realize how high Lord Moonlight's cultivation was, that he could stop all his movements with one hand.
"Xiao Luo will not die." Venerable Moonlight's voice was firm, still as gentle as water, "She still has the tree of life."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Luo, who was in the center of Arena No. 32, had a holy silver glow around his body.
Dozens, hundreds, tens of thousands.
She is like a holy goddess, exuding a glory that makes people dare not look at her.
Her chest became transparent.
In the heart, you can clearly see a small sapling, green and swaying.