Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Facing Leng Qinghan's astonishing "Ice Flow Curse", Ling Feng's eyes narrowed, and the next moment, his whole body suddenly ignited into a ball of blazing flames.

The flame-devouring fire, like a fire dragon, hovered around Ling Feng.

Ice and fire are in conflict with each other, Leng Qinghan's frost power is powerful, but Ling Feng's flame swallowing is not inferior.

As the flames surged forward, Ling Feng slashed out with his sword and suddenly performed the first form of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, Lihuo Burning the Sky.

Uh-huh!

For a moment, the sky was filled with flames, covering Leng Qinghan's Ice Current Spell.

The biting ice arrows melted instantly when met with Ling Feng's swallowing flames, returning to the essential ice spirit energy.

In an instant, Leng Qinghan's expression changed drastically.

He never expected that Ling Feng's power could actually restrain him to a certain extent.

The Ice Current Curse disintegrated instantly, but Ling Feng's Li Huo Liao Tian continued unabated. The terrifying sword energy exploded, causing Leng Qinghan to quickly condense the power of ice on his arms. Through the vibration of his arms, To resolve this terrifying force, his body retreated sharply.

"interesting!"

Ling Feng laughed loudly and slashed out with his sword again. It was still Li Huo Liao Tian, ​​and the blazing fire flow slashed through Leng Qinghan's body. It shattered and ice shards flew. It was a fake body, some kind of Leng Qinghan. Escape sword skills.

The next moment, Leng Qinghan was seen muttering something in his mouth and making a hand gesture. Then, the cold air came again, with heavy snow covering the sky and frost covering the ground.

Thousands of miles of ice!

This was obviously another very powerful ice witchcraft, and the entire arena, along with the surrounding defensive barriers, was frozen in an instant.

Ling Feng's sword edge turned, and in an instant, there seemed to be a torrent of magma rolling above the sword blade!

A sword was swung out, and everyone in the audience felt that their feet seemed to be shaking, and the arena was about to collapse. The ground seemed to collapse, and terrible power rushed towards Leng Qinghan from under the arena, and then, right under Leng Qinghan's feet Down, the terrifying force rushed out of the ground instantly.

Leng Qinghan was shocked and quickly dodged. A volcano rushed out of the arena. With a rumbling sound, a torrent of magma rose into the sky and raged in all directions. Terrifying high temperatures swept through. The heavy snow was melted, and the ice on the ground was also fighting. Melted little by little.

Leng Qinghan dodged quickly, but was still affected by the power of the volcanic eruption. He kept pushing himself to fight, retreating continuously, and finally retreated to the edge of the ring, his face pale.

"good!"

While the Shentu family was sitting at the table, Shentu Xuance stood up and started laughing. Ling Feng's move simply amazed him.

I thought that the control of various attribute rules was what the strong men in the Southern Witch Territory were good at. Unexpectedly, Ling Feng's mastery of the flame attribute rules was not much worse than that of the Fire Witch clan.

On the other hand, Ye Wuxin's face was ashen. If he lost this battle, it would cost him a billion Yuan Crystal!

One billion!

"Brother Leng, stop hiding it and use your unique skills! We must win!"

Ye Wuxin yelled, feeling extremely panicked.

On the stage.

"What a terrifying volcanic eruption."

Leng Qinghan stared at Ling Feng, and faced the power of Ling Feng's volcanic eruption, his feeling was the most obvious.

He was able to hide the power of his flames under the ring without anyone noticing, suppressing it and bursting out in an instant. The power was like an explosion of magma, almost like a catastrophe.

If he hadn't been protected by black ice armor, the blazing firepower would have been enough to make him lose his fighting ability in an instant.

"May I ask your Excellency, what kind of witchcraft is this?"

Leng Qinghan stared at Ling Feng, but did not listen to Ye Wuxin's words anymore. She just stood there and asked questions.

"Witchcraft?"

Ling Feng shrugged and said with a faint smile: "It was just a sudden thought and a temporary idea."

"On the spur of the moment?"

Leng Qinghan looked at Ling Feng as if he were looking at a monster.

The power of Ling Feng's volcanic eruption just now can at least be compared to seventh-level witchcraft.

In the Witch God Cult, witchcraft is divided into ten stages: first-level to ninth-level witchcraft, and the so-called forbidden curse witchcraft.

Ordinary saint-level experts can only master eighth-level witchcraft at the highest level.

Only the great witches in the Witch God Temple have the opportunity to master witchcraft above the eighth level.

Ling Feng performed a high-level witchcraft that was comparable to seventh-level witchcraft out of a random thought, and his control over the flames was so precise that even he was shocked.

"You can freeze thousands of miles with one move, and I might as well destroy the world."

Ling Feng shrugged, "How about it, do you want to continue?"

"Why……"

Leng Qinghan sighed, took a deep look at Ling Feng, and bowed to Ling Feng, "I am not your opponent. I lost this battle."

Ling Feng's flame swallowing ability directly restrained him. Even though he had more powerful ice witchcraft, he was completely restrained in terms of attributes. In other words, there was nothing he could do against Ling Feng.

There is no point in continuing this battle.

Leng Qinghan lost cleanly and magnanimously. He jumped off the ring and turned towards Ye Wuxin.

"I'm sorry, Brother Ye, I'm no match for him."

Ye Wuxin's face was darker than the bottom of the pot. He glanced at Leng Qinghan, clenched his fists, and cursed in his heart: You should have lost easily, I have one billion crystals!

"Brother Ye, how are you? You lost so much this time that you lost all your clothes, right?"

Shentu Xuance burst out laughing, "Little Ye Zi, come on, come on, kowtow obediently and call grandpa twice to listen."

They had made a bet before, and if they lost, they would kowtow and call grandpa.

"snort!"

Ye Wuxin swung his sleeves, glared at Shentu Xuance, turned around and said, "Shentu Xuance, I count you lucky, let's go!"

"Go? Where to go?"

The next moment, a figure was seen standing in front of him, and it was Ling Feng.

"Master Ye, it's not a good habit to refuse to admit defeat."

Ling Feng shrugged and said with a smile: "One billion yuan crystal, why does Mr. Ye want to default on the debt? With so many people watching, Master Ye doesn't want to default on the debt, right? Oh my god, the dignified young master of the Ye family actually wants to default on the debt. What? Mr. Ye, you don’t really want to default on the debt, do you? I can understand if you really do, after all, Mr. Ye is shameless, right?”

"you……"

Ye Wuxin was so angry that she clenched her fists and gritted her teeth: "Who said that I have to default on my debt? It's only a billion, who can't afford to lose?"

He took a deep breath, took off his Naling Ring, and handed it to Ling Feng, "These things are equivalent to 700 million yuan crystals. Within three days, I will redeem them with yuan crystals!"

"oh."

Ling Feng chuckled and rubbed his fingers towards Ye Wuxin, "IOU."

Ye Wuxin was so angry that his teeth itched, but in front of so many people, he couldn't refuse the debt, so he could only chew it to pieces and write an IOU to Ling Feng honestly.