Although Ling Tian has not practiced these fierce gods' magical powers, he only needs to use the power of the fierce gods, which is enough.
On the contrary, Ling Tian's own magical powers are inherently powerful, and at least these millions of sword shadows are something that other fierce gods do not have.
Moreover, these millions of sword shadows are originally transformed from the supreme sword, full of sharp and invincible aura. After adding the power of the fierce god, it is even more devastating!
In the sword light, there is a fist edge with the appearance of a fierce god.
Howling down.
Mo Tuo, who was enveloped by the aura of fist light, had a shocked expression on his face.
He could feel the terror under Lingtian's magical power.
What he couldn't accept even more was that this magical power was not owned by the evil god at all, but it was more powerful than the magical power he had used before.
This was really unacceptable to him!
"hateful!"
But under the coercion of Ling Tian's powerful magical power, he had no choice but to fight back!
"The Fierce God Overwhelms the Sky!"
Buzz!
Finally, Motuo was not to be outdone. The fierce god Dharma above his head roared with his chest, and then the eight arms held the battle ax tightly and slashed down towards Qin Yan again.
Although this time it is still the battle ax magical power, but what is different from before is that the magical power used by Medog this time is more than 50% more powerful than before!
That terrifying battle ax storm has exceeded one hundred thousand miles!
It is comparable to the fierce god's Dharma sacrificed by Ling Tian.
Boom boom boom!
But after Motuo used his magical power, Ling Tian's eight sword fists also shook down.
Under the loud explosions, both sides had magical powers and were drowned in the storm.
Waves of divine power surged from within the arena.
This time, not only was the entire arena roaring, but the entire Vientiane Sacred Mountain was shaking.
At this time, the power of the magical powers exerted by the two people is already comparable to the fourth level of the Supreme Realm!
Under the barrier of the fighting arena, the gods couldn't help but frown.
Keep retreating.
Because, even if there is a barrier blocking it, the terrifying aura pressure can still seep out from within the barrier.
At this time, although they could not see the final result of the confrontation between these two magical powers.
But no matter who wins in the end.
The power of these two magical powers is extremely powerful.
At least among the quasi-holy sons, they are among the best!
It has surpassed many evil gods.
rumble!
The aftershocks of the supernatural power lasted for a long time. When the storm above the arena dissipated, the gods could see clearly.
But the next moment they couldn't help but exclaimed.
Because they suddenly discovered that in this arena, the magical powers used by Ling Tian and Motuo were disintegrating at the same time.
But Motuo had been knocked back to the edge of the battlefield.
Even the fierce god's image above his head had become illusory at this time.
On the other hand, Ling Tian seemed not to be affected much.
So, does Ling Tian still have the absolute advantage in this confrontation?
Even now, Medog has failed three times in a row.
Now he is even more hurt by Ling Tian.
If we continue like this, I'm afraid we will really lose!
"It's over with Medog!"
"You are not my opponent after all!"
At this time, Ling Tian in the arena snorted coldly, and the millions of sword shadows turned into a giant sword under the murderer's appearance.
At this time, the giant sword was filled with purple aura like a fierce demon sword.
The power is even stronger than before!
The previous magical power had already injured Medog.
Now this huge sword is 30% more powerful than the previous eight swords and fists!
How can Modog bear this!?
Seeing the sword energy fall, Motuo even lost his mind.
Facing Ling Tian, he no longer had any fighting spirit at this time!
"Medog, admit defeat and exit the arena!"
At this time, the saint outside the arena also frowned.
Because, Ling Tian's sword might be able to kill Medog.
Even if he cannot be killed, it is enough to seriously injure him. This kind of serious injury may be able to destroy Motuo's fierce god. With such a thing, Motuo will be useless.
Now Medog is the second-ranked existence among the quasi-holy sons.
The sacred mountain of Vientiane cannot be lost.
However, Medog was a quasi-holy son, and he carried the pride of a fierce god.
They only know death, but they never know how to admit defeat.
Even now, Motuo knew that he was no longer Ling Tian's opponent.
But I never thought of admitting defeat!
He lost.
Then he should die by Ling Tian's sword.
In this way, amid the exclamations of the fierce gods, Lingtian's giant sword was about to engulf this Motuo.
But in the last moment.
Ling Tian's giant sword suddenly stopped in front of Mo Tuo's Dharma.
Then, the sword energy slowly dissipated.
The storm swept across, although it was shocking, it did not harm Medog at all!
After a while, the gods calmed down and couldn't help but look at each other.
This Ling Tian actually stopped!?
Why would he give up such a good opportunity?
Isn't he angry anymore when Medog humiliated him like this before?
"You, what do you want?"
At this time, Motuo also reacted and looked at Ling Tian with a puzzled expression.
If it were him, he would never stop.
"It's nothing, you have already lost, and I don't want your life."
After saying that, Ling Tian turned around, put away the dharma image and all the auras, and left the arena.
"Ling Tian!"
"Stop!"
But inside the fighting arena, Motuo was roaring!
"Are you pitying me?"
"I don't need it!"
Na Motu struggled to stand up from the ground.
His eyes were blood red.
Looking at Ling Tian's back, "I, Motuo, have been proud all my life. Today, my skills are inferior to others. I admit it!"
"But you can't humiliate me now!"
"Haha, why are you so stubborn?" But Ling Tian still didn't turn around and had already left the arena, "In this case, you can cut off one of your arms!"
"That's the price!"
"Or, if you want to die, I won't stop you. But if you die, you will no longer have the chance to seek revenge from me."
"Don't tell me, I didn't give you a chance!"
Ling Tian shrugged.
"I!"
When Ling Tian said this, Motuo's expression changed drastically. He actually wanted to die and not be humiliated by Ling Tian.
But he was unwilling to do so. He could not lose to Lingtian who had just entered the Holy Mountain of Vientiane.
So, in the end, he simply broke one of his arms.
With a muffled grunt, Medog trembled and left the arena.