Lin Zimo was surrounded by more than a dozen layers of halos, which suddenly began to shake violently. He broke free from the halo and was about to fly into the sky.
At the same time, Lin Zimo's eyes glowed fiercely, staring at Xiao Naihe.
He felt that as long as he didn't touch the aperture in the field, he would be fine.
"This son must be ended as quickly as possible. There must be no time left for him to use the magic weapon."
Making a decisive decision, Lin Zimo exploded with the strongest strength, and dozens of haloes on his back suddenly bloomed like stars.
quick!
Lin Zimo's speed was astonishing. He would never give Xiao Naihe time to react, otherwise he would let the other party use that powerful holy treasure. Even though he had great magical powers, he would never be Xiao Naihe's opponent.
Looking at Lin Zimo's figure wrapped in a halo in the air, Xiao Naihe remained unmoved.
Just quietly watching Lin Zimo show off his skills.
"Wu Sheng Tian Long Fist."
Seeing that Xiao Naihe was unmoved, Lin Zimo smiled coldly, increased his speed, and a dharma image appeared behind him, suspended high in the sky, and shot out in a circle.
Suddenly, an unparalleled force burst out of the air, and a will that could crush all living beings suppressed it, extremely violently.
'Ho ho ho. '
The dragon's roar came out of the fist, like a hurricane rolling up, covering the scorching sun in the sky.
The power of this punch is enough to shake the earth.
Lin Zimo's powerful strength was revealed at this moment, full of oppression, what power.
Even the spectators were amazed.
"Amazing, this person's strength has at least passed through the gate of life and opened the gate of the holy soul."
"With such fighting power at such a young age, Xianmen Academy is still not simple."
"That Xiao Naihe is also very powerful. It's a pity that he met Lin Zimo. It's not a shame to lose to him."
Hearing the affirmation from everyone around him, Lin Zimo became even more confident and shouted loudly, his momentum soaring to the sky, with a feeling of piercing the sky.
Suddenly, the sky and the earth were full of wind and clouds, and Lin Zimo's figure was everywhere. The powerful fist blasted out with golden light and dragon roar, and the air around him was suffocated, giving people an irresistible charm.
"Xiao Naihe, die." Lin Zimo's eyes flashed fiercely, with a hint of murderous intent.
If he could kill Xiao Naihe in the chaos, he might be able to take the opportunity to steal the holy treasure from his opponent. This would be a rare opportunity.
At this time, Lin Zimo was like a Dragon King that was admired by everyone, coming down with a fierce punch. The whole arena shook, and large bricks were thrown into the air.
The audience approaching the ring felt the oncoming momentum, and many people couldn't help but feel their hearts rising in their throats.
"Ding!"
The sound was clear and crisp, like the gentle collision of swords.
At this time, everyone who was watching the battle in high spirits had stunned expressions on their faces, as if their brains had shut down and they had not come back to their senses.
I saw that the originally powerful dragon fist was blocked by a finger.
Xiao Naihe just gently raised a finger to block Lin Zimo's full blow in front of him. Although he was full of strength, he could not get closer to Xiao Naihe's three feet.
"You..." Lin Zimo was also dumbfounded. The punch just now was the result of all the strength he had gathered in his body. He even felt that he had exerted his extraordinary power, which was enough to kill all the first-generation saints and even severely injure the powerful ones at the level of middle-aged saints.
Such a punch was actually blocked by Xiao Naihe with just one finger.
This made Lin Zimo feel very uncomfortable, and felt a little overwhelmed.
Even if the opponent blocked it with two hands or even one hand, Lin Zimo would not be so aggrieved.
How can I bear this with just one finger
Xiao Naihe ignored Lin Zimo's thoughts and just smiled lightly: "That's it?"
Lin Zimo's face turned red from holding back, but he couldn't say a word.
"I thought you had been holding it in for so long to make some big move. It's not important to give you a chance. In this case, it's time for you to fulfill your bet that day."
As soon as Xiao Naihe finished speaking, Lin Zimo suddenly had an ominous premonition and was about to retreat and restrain his fist.
At this time, Xiao Naihe's fingers were slightly hooked, but he made no other moves and said slowly: "It's over."
"It's over?" When everyone heard this, they didn't know why.
The next moment, the Dharma behind Lin Zimo exploded, his entire momentum collapsed, and the aura surrounding him also collapsed.
hiss!
Lin Zimo's knees suddenly flowed with blood, as if drawn by a knife. He couldn't stand and fell directly to the ground.
"this… "
"How did he do it? I didn't see his movements at all. Did you see it?"
"Neither did I. That move that Lin Zimo just made could definitely defeat any first-generation sage, and it was actually broken by the opponent with just one finger."
Many people were stunned.
Because when Xiao Naihe and Murong Gusu fought against each other before, the opponent still had back and forth, and Murong Gusu's strength was considered to be the best in the realm of God King.
Lin Zimo was already the first-generation sage who opened the gate of the holy soul, and his strength was far beyond that of Murong Gusu.
Therefore, many people agreed that Xiao Naihe was not Lin Zimo's opponent.
Now Xiao Naihe used the power of thunder to defeat Lin Zimo in an instant, completely breaking these people's expectations. The contrast was so huge that people were caught off guard.
There were insiders such as Jinguang Sage and Gu Tieshou in the field, as well as Hong Jiaoling, Zhizhi Monk and others. They knew that Xiao Naihe's strength was far superior to Lin Zimo's, and his expression remained calm.
But Lin Zimo was no longer calm. At this time, his knees were severely injured and he was lying in front of Xiao Naihe in an awkward posture. This made him feel extremely ashamed with his strong self-esteem.
"I'm willing to admit defeat. Originally, you made things difficult for me repeatedly before. According to the bet, I had to hold your head and rub it on the ground. But now it's really boring to do such a thing."
When everyone heard this, they suddenly felt that there seemed to be some grudge between these two people.
As Xiao Naihe spoke, the holy power in his body restrained and he looked at Hong Jiaoling.
Hong Jiaoling reacted quickly, nodded and announced: "This battle is over, the winner is Cao Zhai Xiao Naihe."
As her voice fell, several people below had different expressions on their faces.
Yuan Ruiyun looked ugly: "This kid is so powerful that even Lin Zimo is not his enemy?"
Beishi: "He is a rival. I really look forward to going head-to-head with this guy."
"Interesting, but he seems to be hiding some tricks." Zhe Tianhou took one look and stopped looking. After all, he felt that an opponent of Xiao Naihe's level could only do that.
Watching Xiao Naihe turn and leave, Lin Zimo knew that not only did he lose today's battle, but he also lost miserably. He even lost his reputation. After today, everyone will look down on him.
Listening to the comments from the people around him, Lin Zimo felt even more humiliated.
After thinking about this, Lin Zimo's eyes flickered with murderous intent, and his murderous intent towards Xiao Naihe reached its extreme.
"Xiao Naihe, die!"
"die!"
"die!
This hatred and hatred cannot be washed away by the Ganges River in the nine heavens.
Lin Zimo burned the Holy Soul Gate in his body, and exploded with a shocking blow. The thunder rolled and rushed towards Xiao Naihe, threatening to smash Xiao Naihe into pieces.
"How dare you!" The expressions of several powerful men on the high platform changed. Lin Zimo's sneak attack was his killer move.
Xiao Naihe stopped without even turning his head.
"You know? If the gap in strength is too big, in the eyes of the strong, the weak enemy is not weak in strength, but fragile in heart, just like an ant. It is much easier to trample an ant to death than to control the strength to prevent him from dying."
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