A powerful group of wind struck, and Su Twelve's pupils shrank suddenly, feeling like a small boat facing huge waves.
"So strong?!"
Su Twelve's pupils shrank, and the Yuanyang Umbrella was moved with all his strength, spinning in front of him.
On his body, a blood-red light shield also appeared immediately, covering his whole body.
Even so, Su Twelve still felt that it was not enough. He raised his hand and threw out a large number of defensive talismans.
At this moment, he didn't dare to hold anything back.
All kinds of defensive methods are used instantly, and the true energy in the body surges like a river, and he goes all out when he takes action.
And as Su Twelve's true cultivation level was exposed, for a moment, everyone in the world was shocked, and countless monks were moved by it.
"What? Su Twelve is actually at the twelfth level of the Qi Refining Stage... or at the peak?! No wonder he can defeat Senior Brother Bai Yunsong!"
"How did this guy do it? Doesn't he have extremely poor spiritual qualifications? Could it be that...he has some kind of treasure?"
"Oh my god, it turns out that even though I have poor spiritual qualifications, how can I still reach this point? Senior Brother Su is really a role model for our generation!"
"Exactly, what kind of role model is there? His strength is indeed not bad, but it's a pity that he will have to stop here when he encounters Baili Chailong!"
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At the competition site, countless handyman disciples and ordinary formal disciples were talking about it and there was an uproar.
Many disciples showed envy and greed in their eyes.
Among them, there were also some disciples who had average spiritual abilities and had planned to muddle along, but their fighting spirit was suddenly rekindled, as if they had found spiritual support.
However, most of the disciples present were not optimistic about the battle between Su Twelve and Baili Zhuilong.
Baili Chailong is far superior to Baiyun Pine in Chaoyang Peak in terms of reputation and strength.
And his cultivation level is also at the peak of the twelfth level of the Qi Refining Stage.
In comparison, Su Twelve's advantages in both cultivation and strength suddenly disappeared.
Even if you are a dark horse, you can't stay dark all the way, right?
In addition to the disciples, the peak masters of each peak were also shocked.
Among them, the most shocked one was Lu Mingshi, the leader of Luofu Peak.
Although he was surprised to see Su Twelve defeat Bai Yunsong, he didn't think much about it.
After all, five years ago, Su Twelve had a precedent of defeating his opponent by leapfrogging his rank.
At most, it was just a way of expressing appreciation for Su Twelve's rich combat experience.
But he really didn't expect that Su Twelve was actually at the twelfth level of the Qi Refining Stage...the pinnacle!
You must know that Han Yu, who was carefully trained by him, is only at the twelfth level of Qi refining stage and has not yet reached his peak.
And this disciple who had never been looked down upon by him and whose spiritual abilities were rubbish, had become so strong without even realizing it?
Are you kidding?!
On the side, Xiao Yue stared at Su Twelve with a surprised look on her face. She was so shocked that she opened her mouth so wide that she could have stuffed an egg into it.
She had already guessed that Su Twelve hid a lot of cultivation, but Su Twelve always half-hidden it.
It wasn't until she saw it with her own eyes that she suddenly realized that over the years, Su Twelve had always been one step ahead of him and Han Yu.
Thinking that Su Twelve not only acted in a low-key manner, but also had such strength, and was also willing to call her senior sister, this made her feel more satisfied with Su Twelve.
In contrast, the master of Tianhua Peak, Fu Boren, and the master of Tianyin Peak, Shen Miaoyin, were indifferent to Su Twelve's cultivation.
From the very beginning, the two of them had scanned it with their spiritual senses and already knew Su Twelve's true cultivation level.
Outside the court, everyone's thoughts suddenly emerged.
In the arena, the battle between Su Twelve and Baili Zhuilong has just begun.
"boom!"
There was a dull loud noise.
The hundreds of defensive talismans that Su Twelve threw out were not even able to hold a breath under the strong wind.
The strength of the fist was hidden in the wind, and with a devastating force, it defeated all the defensive talismans and fell hard on the Yuanyang Umbrella in front of Su Twelve.
superior.
"Buzz!"
There was a buzzing sound, and the rotating Yuanyang Umbrella suddenly stopped rotating.
The picture seems to be still at this moment.
"Crack!"
Immediately, there was a crisp cracking sound.
Su Twelve's ultimate magic weapon, the Yuanyang Umbrella, exploded under Baili Zhuilong's punch and fell apart on the spot.
At the same time, the remaining strength of the fist continued to sweep towards Su Twelve.
Su Twelve's heart trembled, and his body ached suddenly.
A very high-quality defensive magic weapon was destroyed like this, and the loss was extremely huge.
But at this critical moment, he couldn't care about anything else.
Facing the punches that continued to come, Su Twelve squinted his eyes and did not dare to be careless at all.
The force of this punch came overwhelmingly, and even if you wanted to dodge, you couldn't avoid it.
Gritting his teeth, he tried his best to inject as much true energy into the blood shield.
Immediately, he formed a seal with his hands, and his true energy condensed into a huge water ball in front of him.
"Wow!"
The next second, the water ball exploded, along with the bloody shield surrounding Su Twelve.
Immediately afterwards, Su Twelve felt as if a sledgehammer hit him hard.
Fortunately, he was wearing soft defensive armor, so even if his punch was extremely powerful, it would be wasted under this heavy defense.
The remaining fist force landed on the soft armor, which only made Su Twelve's body tremble slightly and feel a little uncomfortable.
"Yes, you are indeed quite capable if you can block my punch."
"But your ultimate defensive weapon has been destroyed. How will you respond to my next punch?"
Baili Zhuilong stood there, his aura thick and heavy, like a mountain.
Staring at Su Twelve with a calm expression, he said lightly.
As he spoke, the vast energy in his body poured into his fist, and the green light bloomed on the glove, as if it was about to explode.
Like a volcano.
"Powerful and powerful! One blow!"
As Baili Zhuilong shouted, an invisible pressure enveloped the entire arena.
There is no amazing magic weapon, just a shocking blow.
Another strong wind howled, and in the wind, a huge fist shape emerged, heading straight for Su Twelve.
This punch was extremely powerful and fierce!
This punch made Baili Zhuilong's body cultivation extremely powerful, without a doubt!
Facing this ensuing attack, Su Twelve couldn't think of anything to say.
His body swayed, his feet stepped on shadowless phantom steps, and he walked on the wind.
His figure swayed in the wind, and a burst of true energy was poured into the iron blade.
The sharp blade flashed with cold light, broke through the wind, and flew towards Baili Chailong against the wind.
Almost at the moment when the hateful iron blade flew out, the soul-breaking nail was also activated by Su Twelve, following closely behind, waiting for the opportunity to strike.
Baili Chailong's offensive is too strong, and blindly defending will only make itself more and more passive.
"Qiang~Qiang!"
The Iron Blade of Hatred and the Soul-Destroying Nail rushed through Fengjin one after another and rushed in front of Baili Zhuilong.
But he was blocked by Baili Chailong's Fist.
Two top-quality magical weapons, coupled with Su Twelve's full blow, are extremely powerful.
However, the attack landed on the glove, but was directly knocked away by the glove.
The pseudo-spiritual glove, driven by Baili Zhuilong, has extremely amazing attack and defense power.
"pity!"
When Su Twelve saw this, he couldn't help but shake his head, feeling a little regretful.
After all, the best magical weapons are still far behind when compared to fake spiritual weapons.
If the opponent does not have these gloves, he is confident that this blow will cause some damage to him.
The attack missed, and Su Twelve did not dare to be careless when he saw the fist force coming from the air.
As his figure swayed, he raised his hand, and a white whisk appeared in his hand.