The false god looked at Xiang Nan in surprise, and said, "He has absorbed so many world-destroying gods."
He knew that Xiang Nan could absorb the power of the Protoss, but he never expected that Xiang Nan had collected so much.
At this time, the false god felt like shooting himself in the foot with a stone. That Xiang Nan was clearly using the power of the Protoss to deal with the Protoss.
And this battle has completely let everyone see Xiang Nan's "profound heritage".
An ordinary master who can master one or two special skills is considered very powerful.
But this Xiang Nan's hole cards were played one after another, making people dazzled, as if there was no end to it.
Of the six prisoners, three have already been defeated, and one was disabled and two died.
In the end, only Lan Ling and the other two prisoners were left.
Another prisoner was about to appear on stage with excitement in his eyes.
At this time, the false god grabbed his shoulder, shook his head and said: "The loss is too great, we can't ruin all the masters just because of one game."
"I just ask you, how is your strength compared with the top three."
The prisoner said: "Slightly better than them."
The false god shook his head: "It's not enough to win by just one head. You don't have to appear on the stage, how about you?"
Saying that, the false god looked at another prisoner, and the prisoner said, "Almost."
The false god smiled and said, "Then, I can only let Lan Ling do it himself."
The two prisoners had nothing to say. Although they were not afraid of death, they were also eager to fight Xiang Nan, but at this time the false god personally let Lan Ling appear on the stage, and there was no way to refute it.
Judging from their attitudes, the audience found a lot of information, that is, among the six prisoners, Lan Ling is the number one master who does his part, and it is recognized.
"Finally...it's my turn."
Lan Ling took a deep breath, smiled, and walked onto the field step by step with the loose teaching gown on his shoulders.
His debut aroused great expectations from all the masters.
Xiang Nan also adjusted his mentality, preparing to face the strongest prisoner.
That Lan Ling didn't take off his teaching robe, but walked directly to the opposite side of Xiang Nan, smiled slightly, and said, "Ling Ling, Vulture Sect."
Xiang Nan cupped his fists and said, "Hao Ranzong, Xiang Nan."
Lan Ling said: "Although I knew from the beginning that you are very powerful, and your various performances have shown this, but I still feel that I can beat you with full confidence."
"But it's different now. I admit that I don't have the absolute confidence to beat you. To fight with you, the outcome between the two of us is 50-50 at most."
"You are strong, and stronger than ever."
Xiang Nan nodded: "Thank you for your advice."
After all, the blue spirit pulled out a handful of strands of hair from the long blue hair. These blue strands of hair are not the same as the other strands of hair, but thicker and longer.
At first, Xiang Nan only thought that this tuft of hair was just a longer and thicker tail, but now it seems that it is definitely not the case.
The blue spirit threw a pair of blue hair into the sky. These blue hairs suddenly glowed and made the sound of clanging swords. In the blink of an eye, they turned into ninety-nine blue swords. !
"So many..." Xiang Nan frowned.
I have never seen a master who wields ninety-nine swords at the same time.
Wouldn't it lead to excessive distraction
Lan Ling smiled slightly and said, "Please start."
"Please!" Xiang Nan said.
The blue spirit suddenly floated back for a while, and when Xiang Nan saw this, he knew that he wanted to distance himself from him, and he couldn't let him succeed, so he quickly rushed towards the blue spirit.
"It's sensible, but it's useless." Lan Ling smiled and hooked his right index finger.
The ninety-nine blue swords suspended in the sky that day suddenly turned into a gust of wind and rain, pouring down towards Xiang Nan!
Too much!
Ninety-nine swords, each sword, every second, can launch tens of thousands of consecutive sprints!
And ninety-nine swords, a total of ninety-nine thousand sword thrusts!
This can no longer be described as a violent storm!
Xiang Nan's eyes froze, and if he rushed up again, he could only speed up the relative speed of himself and countless blue swords!
That would boost the Blue Sword's dashing power to a terrifying level.
Xiang Nanwei quickly changed from forward to backward, and summoned two layers of Quenyang, and shouted at the same time: "Xuanwu overlord body!"
clang clang clang clang...
The sound of countless dense blue sword clashes resounded on Xiang Nan's body in an instant.
These crashing sounds were so dense that they even merged together, turning into a humming sound that reverberated endlessly.
But that noise is endless!
Xiang Nan held the huge sword horizontally in front of his body, straddled his body, and forcibly used his hegemony to withstand the impact of these sharp swords.
Those blue swords shot at Xiang Nan's body with clang clang clang clang, pushing him backwards continuously.
And his incomparably strong overbearing body, under the endless sprints, actually began to gradually weaken!
Because of these blue swords, every time they hit Xiang Nan, they would bounce off and shoot down again.
Never ending!
Gradually, fine and small wounds began to appear on Xiang Nan's body, which was pierced by the sword.
There was a sound of exclamation at the scene.
Lan Ling said calmly: "Although my sword is not as high-grade as yours, fortunately, I am better at using weapons than you."
This offensive is terrible!
One second is 990,000 attacks, and two seconds is nearly two million!
No matter how powerful the defense is, under the impact of eternity and infinity, there will be a day when it collapses.
Xiang Nan tried to launch a counterattack, but there was no chance at all under the intensive sword rain.
His whole body, every inch of skin, every moment, was facing countless sprints, and he couldn't even lift his arms.
Soon, Xiang Nan slipped backwards and was forced to the edge of the wall.
With his back against the wall, he still tried his best to support the enemy's attack.
"This move is called Tiangang Yujian Technique, Unlimited Thorns." Lan Ling explained with a smile: "Originally, the Vulture Sect didn't have this move. I created it myself and improved it many times."
Holding his chin, he said with interest: "If you can't even overcome this trick, then you probably won't see my more powerful trick."
Xiang Nan finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Originally, I thought I could keep a hand."
Hearing these words, the audience was already numb. They had long been accustomed to Xiang Nan's inexhaustible hole cards, and they all shook their heads helplessly at this moment.
But Lan Ling was very excited, and shouted: "I knew it! I knew you must have stronger means!"
He licked his lips excitedly, eager to try: "Quickly use it, break my infinite thorn! Come on!"
Xiang Nan took a deep breath and said, "As you wish."
"Sun Divine Art, Triple Sun Quenching!"
boom!
A big sun suddenly descended and hit Xiang Nan hard.
"Oh my god!" The audience pulled their hair vigorously: "That kind of terrifying quenching sun can actually be superimposed three times!"
Xiang Nan's combat power instantly increased by a level, and his basalt domineering body was also enhanced as a result.
At this point, Xiang Nan put down the giant knife in his hand, but faced countless sword rains, and started walking towards Lan Ling.
Although he still couldn't walk fast, those sword rains could no longer pose a threat to him.
Countless sword rains stabbed Xiang Nan's face, eyes, nose, ears, hands, body...
But that level of attack could no longer hurt Xiang Nan.
"Thunder Dragon Palm!" Xiang Nan waved his hand with one palm, but seeing the terrifying power of the palm, he directly blasted countless flying swords away!