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Chapter 681
The shield was like a huge black tortoise shell, with mysterious runes flashing on its surface. As the runes flowed, it exuded a heavy aura, as if it could withstand all attacks in the world.
The blue sword blade slashed on the shield, splashing a brilliant spark of spiritual energy, blooming in the air like fireworks, but failed to cause any damage to Mo Yuan.
Mo Yuan took advantage of the situation and rushed forward. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Ling Xu and laughed loudly:
"Are you trying to tickle me with this soft attack of yours?"
Ling Xu's face darkened and he said angrily:
"Don't be so arrogant!"
Mo Yuan raised his right fist high, and the black spiritual power on his fist burned like a flame. The flame jumped and flickered, as if cheering for the upcoming victory.
He suddenly punched Ling Xu with a force as powerful as a tidal wave. The wind from his fist whistled like a roaring black beast as it charged straight at Ling Xu's face. He shouted at the same time:
"Today is the day of your defeat!"
Ling Xu could feel the powerful force contained in this punch. He retreated quickly, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand danced quickly in front of him. The sword shadows were heavy, like a silver light curtain, trying to block Mo Yuan's attack.
However, the force of Mo Yuan's punch was too strong. The wind from the fist directly broke through the sword shadow light curtain and hit Ling Xu's chest heavily.
Ling Xu felt as if his chest was hit by a heavy hammer, and a mouthful of blood instantly rushed up his throat.
His body flew backwards uncontrollably, like a cannonball, drawing a long arc in the air.
As he flew backwards, blood gushed out of his mouth, like a blood flower blooming in the air, sad and tragic.
His body hit the stone pillar at the edge of the martial arts arena hard, and the stone pillar suddenly collapsed, turning into countless pieces of rubble that flew everywhere.
Ling Xu slowly slid to the ground, his face as pale as paper, and he was dying. It was obvious that he was no longer able to fight. This duel ended with Mo Yuan's victory.
There was an uproar in the audience.
"I didn't expect Mo Yuan to be so powerful. Ling Xu was defeated in the end!"
"Yes, Mo Yuan's strength is truly unfathomable. He will surely shine brightly in this divine realm in the future!"
Han Changkong stood quietly among the crowd, staring intently at the fierce battle on the martial arts stage. This was the first time he had witnessed a battle scene between people from the divine realm.
After watching for a while, he thought to himself that the battle in the divine world seemed nothing special. Compared with the fights between the Qi Refining cultivators in the mortal world, there seemed to be no big difference.
There were neither those dazzling and ever-changing magical techniques, nor any super-powerful attack methods that could change fate and shock people.
In the final analysis, what they are competing for is nothing more than the exquisite control over divine power and the strength of their own bodies.
As a result, Han Changkong's original expectations disappeared in an instant, and he felt that this battle became boring.
However, he also knew some of the ways of the divine realm.
It is said that once one cultivates to the level of a god, one can barely touch the power of rules and try to borrow it, thereby displaying more powerful and mysterious magical powers.
It’s a pity that this time, the Tianjiao Conference, perhaps due to considerations about the cultivation level of the participating disciples, arranged duels only for cultivators below the Heavenly God Realm.
It is specifically divided into three groups: mid-stage god group, late-stage god group and peak god group.
Since Han Changkong has already reached the eighth level of Divine Man cultivation, it is natural for him to be assigned to the late Divine Man group. He will soon show his skills in this group and compete with other outstanding people of the same level.
At this moment, from the towering platform, a powerful voice rang out like a huge bell, penetrating the noisy din surrounding the martial arts arena and reaching everyone's ears clearly: