On the ring, the two men still had a tentative confrontation, and neither of them tried their best. However, it seemed that Leng Heng had the upper hand, and he had always been the main attacker, while Feng Hao could only passively defend and resist. It seemed that Leng Heng had the upper hand. , the situation is very clear.
Feng Hao is indeed much weaker than Leng Heng.
However, there was no sound of ridicule at this time, including the people in Jiuyou Mansion, whose expressions became cautious.
"He... doesn't seem to be an ordinary thunder body..."
Seeing the black light that burst out when Feng Hao's fists and feet intersected, under the ring, Leng Huan and others narrowed their eyes, with a cold light shining in their eyes, as if they wanted to explore the nature of this energy.
This is definitely not the power that the Thunder Body can possess. If Feng Hao was really just an ordinary Thunder Body, not to mention that he was still one level away, even at the same level, he would have already been defeated. right.
At this time, although Feng Hao was forced to retreat continuously, his momentum did not weaken at all. On the contrary, he was occasionally able to fight back. He did not seem to be panicked and was calm.
Faintly, Leng Huan had a bad premonition in his heart. This premonition came from the energy whose essence he could not detect.
On the side, several thin men also stopped shouting, with surprise on their faces and deep astonishment in their eyes.
They who had fought against Leng Heng knew very well how strong Leng Heng was. Under such an offensive, they asked themselves, they couldn't do this.
There are not many people with poor eyesight here, so the faces of some of the people who have placed bets on Leng Heng are a little unnatural.
However, it is too late to regret now. They can only pray that Leng Heng can win, otherwise, a huge amount of credits will be wasted.
…
This person's whole body is filled with an icy aura, and there is a heavy cold glow. Like a demon god who came out of the Nine Nether Purgatory, his aura is so cold that it can freeze a person's soul.
A man with a fighting spirit soaring to the sky, surrounded by a golden halo, and every move he made had the power to create heaven and earth. He was really like an ancient god, with an aura that shattered the sky.
In myths and legends, there is such an ancient god. At that time, the world was not yet opened. He was the first god derived from the world. It was he who split the chaos and created the Baizu Continent. According to rumors, he After the creation of the world, he went to the realm of eternal life, and there was no news about him again.
According to legend, he has become an immortal and an immortal being...
"The second level of Mortal Saint is indeed extraordinary. The source energy has increased by at least ten times."
Feeling the force of each punch, Feng Hao also had an idea in his mind. Suddenly, a flash of cold electricity flashed in his eyes, and then, on his originally black fist, there was a trace of light. Silver-white lightning flashed.
Ten times, it was still within his tolerance.
Although he can only use the power of the virtual force at the moment, he still has the energy of Heaven's Punishment, which is enough for the Jiuyou Divine Body, which is at a higher level.
"Boom."
The two fists struck together again. Suddenly, in the middle of the collision, the space was shattered like glass. The darkness inside made people's hearts tremble. A strong storm raged, creating ripples visible to the naked eye, rolling in. Come on.
"Dengdengdeng..."
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, this time, Leng Heng actually took five or six big steps back. His face was full of astonishment, and his arms were shaking uncontrollably.
"What's going on?"
Under the ring, most people saw this scene with doubts in their eyes.
In their opinion, there is nothing different about this punch at all. In terms of power, there is no increase.
They can determine all of these.
After all, compared to their realms, they could accurately calculate the cultivation levels of Feng Hao and Leng Heng.
However, when this power has not increased at all, why was Leng Heng repelled?
The look on Leng Heng's face and the trembling arms told them that he had been seriously injured in that collision.
"Is that all?"
Under Leng Heng's shocked gaze, Feng Hao spoke calmly, his words full of indifference.
"What's the meaning."
Leng Heng's eyes narrowed.
"Too weak."
A flash of cold electricity flashed in Feng Hao's eyes, and he stamped his feet. His body was as if it was extremely electric, and with an aura that could destroy the world, he pressed directly towards him. There were strips of black light shining on his fists. The silver snake is shining.
After finding out the details, he will start to fight back.
"Asshole."
Such contemptuous words made Leng Heng feel a surge of rage in his heart, and a bone-chilling aura violently burst out. The entire arena space was like a cold purgatory. His feet were in the air. A circle was drawn on the ground, and a raw spell came out of his mouth, "Nine Nether Purgatory Formation."
"Buzz,..."
As his words fell, a mysterious formation was condensed under his feet, covering him inside. A cold light flashed through the formation, and his momentum suddenly exploded. increase.
"Do you think you can defeat me with just your weird tricks?"
Leng Heng's eyes were filled with coldness, and he scolded in a cold voice. As he moved his hands and feet, the space around him was shattering like glass. It seemed that this space could no longer bear his existence at all, making him really seem to come from Jiu. The gods of Nether Purgatory are unparalleled in power and frighten people's hearts.
"As expected of the Nine Nether Divine Body."
Seeing this scene, both the people from Jiuyou Mansion and the Renhuang Mansion couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.
If this person grows up, there will be a few people present who dare to say that they can suppress him.
"Destroy the sky."
Feng Hao's power did not diminish. He turned his hand and a pitch-black giant sword condensed in his hand. Silver-white arcs of electricity were flashing on the edge of the giant sword. His fighting spirit surged forward, carrying a powerful force that destroyed everything. With the momentum, he held the giant sword and slashed directly towards Leng Heng. The strike was clean and neat, as if he were creating the world, the direction of the giant sword directly opened a crack in the space, and the momentum was astonishing.
"The God of Purgatory."
Leng Heng remained motionless, chanting a spell in his mouth and forming strange handprints with his hands. In his originally cold eyes, two sides of purgatory emerged.
"Rumble..."
As he finished speaking, one side was about two or three meters long and wide. If it were a truly purgatory-like space, it was condensed in front of him. It was full of cold and biting aura, suppressing everything, and the surrounding space was It was broken directly,
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