"boom" The huge air waves generated by the fierce collision of forces rolled across the sky like a tsunami.
The layers of power ripples crushed the void, causing the space to shatter as they spread.
The two figures flew back, thousands of feet apart, and stood in the air.
Mo Zhiyao glanced at the nearly half-broken Demon Hammer of Destruction in his hand, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.
Looking up, Mo Zhiyao's eyes fell on Zhou Lin's shining golden arms, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.
From there, he felt an extremely powerful wave, which must have been an extremely high-quality imperial-grade technique.
Zhou Lin was born into the Crimson Flame Lin Clan, a descendant of the mythical beast Qilin, and was the adopted son of the Master of the Seven Kills Palace.
It was not surprising that he had such martial arts skills.
Seeing Mo Zhiyao's eyes falling on his arms, Zhou Lin also smiled slightly, with a confident smile on his face.
"The technique I am performing now is called Qilin Arm, and it is the martial arts of my Crimson Flame Lin Clan.
However, I could not display its true power before."
Zhou Lin's palm touched his arm, and there was a metallic clanking sound from the contact.
"The Qilin Arm needs to be activated by pure Qilin blood to be able to cultivate to the level of Dacheng.
I obtained the blood essence of my ancestors in the Demonic Burial Table, and this is how the Qilin Arm truly exploded with its original power."
Mo Zhiyao nodded when he heard the words, and suddenly felt in his heart, no wonder Zhou Lin could use his physical strength to strengthen his demon soldiers.
"You have to be careful next time.
Just now I only used 50% of the power of the Qilin Arm.
If I do it again, I won't hold anything back."
Zhou Lin faced each other with his fists, touched them lightly, and said to Mo Zhiyao in the metal echo.
"Do you have the blood of divine beasts?"
Mo Zhiyao smiled slightly, and the look in his eyes became particularly fierce.
"If that's the case, then let's compare and see whether your Qilin bloodline is stronger or my dragon-phoenix bloodline is better."
After the words fell, Mo Zhiyao stamped the void with the sole of his foot, and circles of water-like ripples in the space suddenly spread out.
At the same time, an ancient coercion that made the whole world tremble rolled out of his body like a hurricane, shaking all directions.
"Howl" The earth-shattering sound of dragons and phoenixes echoed through the sky along with the appearance of dragons and phoenixes.
Mo Zhiyao stood on top of Tianlong's head, with the fire phoenix soaring above him like a god.
On his arms, there are dense golden-red dragon and phoenix light patterns, and the number has reached a frightening one hundred thousand.
At this moment, the countless powerful men watching the battle around the Battle Star Platform suddenly opened their eyes wide, the expressions on their faces were completely frozen, and their expressions were dull and dumbfounded.
"This, this is the pressure of the Dragon and Phoenix.
How is it possible that this Mo Zhiyao is actually related to the Golden Scale Clan and the Lieyang Phoenix Clan?
Could it be that he is the son of the Dragon and Phoenix?"
"I have seen people from the Golden Scale Clan and the Lieyang Phoenix Clan.
The pressure on them is nothing compared to this Mo Zhiyao.
How can Mo Zhiyao's dragon-phoenix pressure be greater than theirs?
Be pure” The uproar spread among the crowd like a tide.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Zhiyao at this moment.
On the stone platform, the masters of the palaces all had equally moved expressions.
Although they had seen Mo Zhiyao explode with the power of dragon and phoenix some time ago, it was not a battle time after all.
Mo Zhiyao only showed a hint of it.
At that time, it exploded with all its strength, how could it be the same?
High above, the Lord of the Stars was sitting in the main seat, with a captivating light shining out of his beautiful eyes.
His eyes were fixed on Mo Zhiyao, and his jade hands unconsciously clenched, holding the hard armrests of the seat.
There were cracks all over.
"It is indeed the purest dragon and phoenix bloodline.
With him, mine"
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On the battle star stage, the fighting spirit in Zhou Lin's eyes had reached an all-time high, and that kind of heat seemed to make the surrounding air boil.
Immediately, Zhou Lin's figure suddenly flew out, with afterimages remaining in the air, approaching Mo Zhiyao at an astonishing high speed, and the golden arms streaked across the air, all with clear traces remaining.
"roar" Seeing this, Mo Zhiyao pointed the dragon's head at the tip of his toes, and rushed out violently.
The sound of dragon roars resounded throughout the world, and the golden dragon entrenched under his feet roared out, looking up to the sky and neighing.
The sound of the dragon's roar turned into golden sound waves, like countless sharp blades, sweeping towards Zhou Lin overwhelmingly.
Golden sound waves swept out, and Mo Zhiyao suddenly grasped the palm of his hand.
The countless sound waves turned into a tornado-like sound wave storm, with extremely terrifying destructive power, tearing the void in front of him, and fiercely moving towards Zhou Lin strangled and left.
"Qilin Arm" Facing such a fierce offensive from Mo Zhiyao, Zhou Lin's eyes suddenly turned cold and he had no intention of retreating.
The palms of his hands were clenched into fists, and a powerful wave of power erupted from his arms.
His arms swelled strangely, completely out of proportion to his slender body.
A punch blasted out, and a monstrous aura suddenly shone, followed by a strange roar, which continued to come out of the aura.
The aura roared, and the terrifying power condensed into a huge fist seal.
In it, there seemed to be a majestic unicorn appearing faintly.
"boom" The Qilin Fist Seal struck hard on the golden sound wave storm, and then shook suddenly.
Suddenly, the harsh and shattering sound spread wildly.
Among them, there was also an extremely frightening fluctuation.
"broken" Zhou Lin's face was solemn and he roared.
As the spiritual light surged, huge twisting cracks suddenly burst out on the golden sonic storm, and then it was blasted to pieces by its punch.
Such a fierce scene only caused the expressions of everyone around the Zhanxing Stage to change.
A punch blasted the golden sonic storm, and Zhou Lin's figure shot out with electricity.
A torrential golden aura rolled out from his body, almost covering half of the sky.
Looking at Zhou Lin who was rushing towards him, Mo Zhiyao narrowed his eyes, and his eyes flashed sharply.
Then, the same figure swept out, and the dragon and phoenix light patterns on his arms shone wildly, spreading out astonishing power ripples that made the space turbulent.
The two figures collided heavily almost instantly.
Both sides punched out without any showiness, and the momentum was full of the fierce flavor of going forward.
"boom" The violent collision of forces made it feel like the entire battle star stage was shaking violently.
The next moment, a terrifying tide of power rolled away, showing a huge circular ripple in the sky.
The air exploded directly, and the space in that place instantly turned into a vacuum, making the sight distorted and blurred.
"Bang" Mo Zhiyao's and Zhou Lin's arms burst into a cloud of Yin Hong blood mist at the same time.
The skin on both of their arms exploded.
Such a sheer force of strength, both of them were injured at the same time.
The spurting blood splashed onto the faces of the two men, making their faces look a little bloody and ferocious at this moment.
But the look in their eyes was the same.
“Come again happily” Mo Zhiyao looked up to the sky and laughed, stamped the air with his foot, forced himself to stabilize his retreating figure, and then stormed out again.
Opposite Zhou Lin also had a look of fanaticism on his face.
The strong Qilin waved his arms, ignoring the bursting wound, and charged forward.
The two figures collided hard, like meteorites colliding.
The terrifying power raged crazily in that space, and huge space cracks spread like spider webs.
Such a scene made the scalps of many strong men below explode and their faces look pale.
There was no skill at all in the hard-fought confrontation between these two people, and they used the most direct and brutal method.
It looked like a scene like two humanoid ferocious beasts.
While it was extremely visually shocking, it also made countless people's blood boil.
"Dang Dang Dang Dang" The metallic echo reverberated in the sky, shaking everyone's hearts.
The aftermath of such a fierce confrontation made the mouth and tongue go dry, and the hands and feet became cold.
At this moment, no one dared to look down upon Mo Zhiyao in the slightest.
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They knew in their hearts that if it were them, they would never be able to confront Zhou Lin to such an extent.
Groups of blood mist continued to explode in the sky, and the strong wind howled, bringing with it a strong smell of blood.
On the stone platform, the masters of the palaces watched the battle intently.
The Master of the Seven Kills Palace and the Master of the Tanlang Palace both leaned forward unconsciously, each holding their hands tightly on the armrests.
Palace Master Pojun's eyes became extremely solemn, and his heart was as shocked as a huge wave.
He didn't expect that Mo Zhiyao had such strong fighting power.
"Thanks for letting Zi Yao fight against Kun Ling.
It seems that if he fights against Mo Zhiyao, the outcome is really unpredictable."
The face of Pojun Palace Master was gloomy, and a cold light shone in his eyes.
"But in this case, as long as the purple demon defeats that girl Kun Ling, then no matter who Mo Zhiyao or Zhou Lin wins the final victory, they will both end up losing.
By then, the Ziwei Palace will be at their fingertips."
Thinking of this, Master Pojun's eyes shifted to the battle star platform, the battlefield in another direction.
There, two figures were also engaged in an extremely terrifying battle.
However, compared to the rather bloody and brutal battle between Mo Zhiyao and Zhou Lian, the battle between Zi Yao and Kun Ling was a pure competition of spiritual power.
"call" A huge spiritual palm was filled with strange purple flames.
Then with a huge shadow, it moved towards Kun Ling on the opposite side to suppress it.
"call out" The sharp sound of breaking wind resounded, and a group of dark blue flames that looked inconspicuous ejected from Kun Ling's white and slender jade hands like an elf, and then met the giant purple fire palm.
When the two parties collided, there was no earth-shattering roar.
Everything was done quietly.
The moment the green flames hit the ground, they surged up against the storm and turned into a storm of blue flames.
During the roar, even the void space was torn into pieces
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