There was a loud bang, and the seven warriors walked towards Chitong with unparalleled power. Each of them held a magic weapon in their hands, like a real warrior.
Even from an extremely long distance, it still gives people a strong sense of oppression.
The red-eyed wings flapped in the void, and his eyes were extremely demonic. The wings behind him were flowing with blood-like light, and at the same time, they were burning with eternal flames, making the space make a popping sound.
"Kill!" A deep roar came out of Chitong's mouth, his wings swept the void, and his body shot out like a straight line, rushing directly towards the seven warriors.
Seven warriors came forward, and one of them thrust forward with a spear in his hand. The tip of the spear burst out with an extremely terrifying light, and a terrifying vortex storm bloomed, as if the space was about to be shattered.
However, Chitong showed no fear, and his body flew forward. The tip of the spear hit the wings with a loud clang, but was unable to break the wings.
"What a solid defense!" The crowd was shocked. The most powerful weapon of monsters is their body. At this time, Chi Tong perfectly explained this point.
The wings whirled, as if forming a defensive light curtain at the extreme speed, guarding Chi Tong's body inside, making it indestructible. No matter how violent the wind and rain ahead came, he remained unmoved.
The sound of collision continued to be heard, and the aura of the seven armored warriors was extremely powerful, and they continued to release attacks towards Chi Tong. Although they could not break Chi Tong's defense, Chi Tong could not continue to move forward.
For a time, the battle situation reached a stalemate.
Mo Ling frowned. He didn't expect that this evil beast had such a strong body that could not be shaken by such a violent attack. It was too strong.
"Are you tickling me?" Amidst the storm of endless attacks, a sneer came out. It was Chitong's voice. The crowd's eyes couldn't help but become extremely weird when they heard this. This is really crazy.
A naked provocation!
Mo Ling's face froze when he heard this, and the calm and calm mood before was gone. Is this bastard looking for death?
"In this case, I will let you feel what it means to die without a burial!" Mo Ling said coldly, and saw his hands dancing wildly, and rays of seven-color fairy light surrounded him, and then continued to spread, covering the vast and endless area.
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"This is..." Many people noticed that something was wrong. In the seven-color fairy light, they felt that many powerful auras were awakening.
Suddenly, one after another powerful figures appeared in the seven-color fairy light. They were all wearing armor and holding magic weapons in their hands. They had a majestic temperament. At a glance, they were full of human figures. There were hundreds of them, like a powerful army.
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"Rumble..."
Then there was another thunderous noise, and everyone's expressions were stagnant again. They saw chariots galloping out of the void, with different colors. Different rules of power were flowing on the chariots.
Thunder, fire, storm... dozens of chariots were galloping in the void at the same time, and the scene was unbelievably majestic and spectacular.
The crowd's hearts trembled. It was obvious that Mo Ling was really angry and directly brought in a legion to fight!
Looking at the scene in front of him, Qin Xuan couldn't help but have a look of amazement in his eyes. The Three Purities Derivative Sutra is indeed extraordinary, and everything in the world can be derived!
"What the hell is this?" Chitong's expression was blank, a little dumbfounded. Although he was very confident in his own defense power, he really didn't have the confidence to be able to withstand such a simultaneous attack from an army.
Mo Ling glanced at Chi Tong disdainfully, and seeing the stunned look on the latter's face, she couldn't help but sneered: "Now, feel the taste of death!"
As soon as the words fell, a thunderous sound suddenly rang out from the sky and the earth. Hundreds of armored warriors shouted loudly, shaking the air. One after another, chariots rolled towards Chitong's body, trying to bury it completely.
An evil smile appeared at the corner of Mo Ling's mouth. He wanted to see if this guy's turtle shell could withstand the attack of thousands of troops.
Feeling the coldness of the strong wind blowing against his face, Chitong took a deep breath. He was wondering whether to give it a try, but if he couldn't get out, he might really die.
However, the chariot was traveling so fast that he had no time to think about it. Waves of terrifying aura quickly swept in, oppressing the world.
Chi Tong's wings flapped, wanting to fly away from the area, but he heard a loud noise, and several chariots crossed in front of him. A sharp look flashed in his eyes, and he slapped his hands out at the same time, and two palm prints struck the chariots.
Above, the chariot exploded directly.
However, before Chi Tong could react, several huge forces came from behind, causing him to grunt and turn his head angrily. He saw several warriors standing behind him on a chariot, stabbing his face with spears.
Want to take his life.
"Pfft." The spear passed through the space at an extremely fast speed. Chitong's face changed drastically. He turned his head slightly and narrowly avoided the sharp edge of the spear. However, his face was still scratched with a bloody mark by the sharp energy.
, a little sore.
"Bastard!" Chi Tong cursed in his heart, the anger in his eyes became more and more intense. Without any hesitation, his body quickly spun up, once again condensing the strongest defensive form, trying to break out of the encirclement first.
"Want to escape?" Mo Ling's eyes turned cold. Do you think he doesn't exist?
His figure disappeared directly on the spot, and the next moment, he appeared above Chitong's body.
The palm of his hand moved downwards, and a terrifying sword light shot out, striking Chi Tong's wings, bursting out brilliant sparks. Although the wings were not broken, Chi Tong's body was about to fall down. At this moment, several seconds
Ten chariots roared over and knocked Chi Tong's body away.
"It's so miserable..." Many people suddenly felt pity and looked at the figure who was blown away with great sympathy.
Sure enough, he was still too young and naive, and Mo Ling had a hundred ways to target him, leaving him powerless to fight back.
"Haha, Mo Ling did a good job." Many powerful people in Sanqing Immortal Palace were all smiling and proud. As the first seat, Mo Ling played with the second seat in the palm of his hand, which further proved his strength.
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On the other hand, the people of the demon tribe all looked unhappy and felt very disappointed. Chi Tong really shouldn't have said such arrogant words before, which angered Mo Ling and ended up like this.
"Are you admitting defeat?" Mo Ling looked at Chi Tong, who was trapped among the many chariots, and said loudly.
At this time, Chi Tong was like a trapped animal, unable to advance or retreat. Even if he could destroy some tanks, other tanks would immediately attack him, making him unable to defend himself, so he could only protect himself first.
"Admit defeat!" Soon, an unwilling voice came out.
A proud smile appeared on Mo Ling's face, and he waved his palms. The chariot and armored warriors in the void disappeared in an instant. Chitong stood there with an extremely embarrassed expression, his clothes were torn, and he was extremely miserable.
In fact, he did not suffer any damage. Those attacks were not strong for him, but they were continuous and made him tired of fighting. If they continued, they would definitely exhaust his true energy, so he could only admit defeat.
Song Ming looked at Chi Tong. Even though he had already been in this state of mind, he couldn't help but show a trace of fluctuation on his face. This was too tragic.
After coughing slightly, Song Ming said to Chitong: "You were in the second seat before, so you have failed the challenge this round and are disqualified from the competition."
When Chi Tong heard this, a look of extreme reluctance flashed in his eyes, but he had no choice but to do it. Mo Ling's ability to generate things was too terrifying. He could generate everything with just one thought, and he didn't know if this was his limit.
"Back then, when old man Sanqing was still alive, although his strength was unparalleled in the world, he was extremely low-key, did not seek fame and wealth, and took preaching and teaching as his own responsibility. Who in the world did not admire him? Now, although this Mo Ling is also amazingly talented, he is
It’s a little less bold.”
An old white man in Xiangtian Palace sighed secretly, he could be said to be from the same era as Old Man Sanqing. At that time, he was of low strength and unknown, so he could only look up to Old Man Sanqing and regard it as his lifelong goal.
Now he is a giant, but his old friend has passed away, the Immortal Palace has fallen, and everything is no longer the same.
At this point, the first round of the final battle is completely over, with half of the geniuses eliminated.
Song Ming flashed to the center, glanced at the remaining geniuses, and said with a smile: "I am very pleased to see your performance. Congratulations, you successfully passed the round of competition."
"When will the next round start?" Chu Feng asked directly.
"Now." Song Ming said.
"Now?" After hearing this, everyone looked stunned. Should we start the next round of competition now?
"You didn't even take a break in the middle?" someone in the crowd asked in confusion.
After a battle, there will be more or less loss of real energy, especially for those who have just finished the battle, when the real energy in the body is the least.
Mo Ling frowned slightly. He believed in Huangta's decision. Such rules must have their purpose, but he also didn't know what the reason was.
"The next battle will not be chosen by you, but will be nominated by me personally." Song Ming spoke slowly, with a somewhat meaningful look on his face.
As soon as these words fell, the faces of the crowd suddenly showed extremely exciting expressions. The rules of the Wild Tower are becoming more and more strange. Now they are actually challenged by the elders themselves. There are bound to be many subjective factors involved. How to ensure the ranking?
just?
As if he had guessed what everyone was thinking, Song Ming added: "The final ranking will not be judged by the final battle result, but will be based on the opponents and the performance in previous battles. Therefore, you can admit defeat in advance."
"Interesting." Qin Xuan seemed to understand something, a smile bloomed in his eyes.
Huangta is indeed fair enough. Although the final battle has players from the five major realms participating, the final ranking is not based on realm. Because of this, the last round started with low realm challenges. Losers are not allowed to challenge those who have already succeeded.
, is to prevent someone from suppressing his opponent by virtue of his realm advantage.
For a moment, Qin Xuan, Chu Feng and others looked at each other, wondering who would become their opponent.