Chapter 610: Meeting in the Finals

Seeing Lin Yang full of confidence and having a plan in mind.

Medicine Saint was not relieved, but worried.

Defeating Kong Kong and Lihuo Saint in succession made Lin Yang seem a little inflated and arrogant.

It seemed that there was no one in the world who could match him. Even Mo Qingkuang, who rarely had the upper hand, was gradually ignored by him.

Now was not the time to be careless. Lihuo Saint, Linyuan Saint, Mo Fan and others were watching in the void with a covetous look.

Once Lin Yang was defeated, he would definitely be attacked. How would the two of them deal with it?

Medicine Saint frowned and asked in a deep voice: "What if Mo Qingkuang was setting up the eighth-grade spirit formation while using these afterimages to confuse you?"

As soon as he said this, Lin Yang's face suddenly changed!

Yes, he actually forgot that Mo Qingkuang was also a formation master.

These afterimages could not pose any threat to him, but they could also delay him.

If Mo Qingkuang took this opportunity to learn the eighth-grade formation, it would be as powerful as the Martial Emperor.

How should he deal with it then?

While the master and the apprentice were whispering, Xu Yun had already fallen into an extremely passive state in the ring.

She waved the God Binding Whip and the God Piercing Cone, constantly smashing the illusory afterimages and emitting countless spiritual energy.

At the same time, there were several "Mo Qingkuang" who attacked her at any time.

But the real Mo Qingkuang was still nowhere to be found, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

Xu Yun only felt that any one of them was Mo Qingkuang, but none of them was Mo Qingkuang.

The annoyance in her heart could not be vented, and her cheeks were slightly red with anger.

"The Great Sage Qitian has trained well. Mo Qingkuang's clone technique is almost invincible!" The Saint Qi Jin sighed.

With his eyes, he could also see the clues.

Xu Yun was completely passive and could not capture Mo Qingkuang's position.

Holding two artifacts, it was really useless, which was a bit aggrieved.

But the defeat has already appeared, and it is only a matter of time before he is defeated.

But he is not someone who cannot afford to lose.

Xu Yun was able to enter the top four in this genius battle, although it did not meet his psychological expectations, it was already quite good.

After all, there were too many dark horses in this genius battle.

Like Mo Qingkuang, Lin Yang, and even the rebirth of the ancient strongman Lihuo Saint, and so on.

Even the most popular people such as Hanshu Kongkong fell on the road to the quarterfinals early.

Xu Yun was able to enter the top four, and he should be thankful that his luck was better.

Mo Fan smiled modestly when he heard this: "It's just a trick. It just so happens that Saint Xu Yun is not good at distinguishing the true from the false. Saint Qi Jin praised me."

"Hahaha, there is no need to be modest, Great Sage Qitian. If my guess is correct, Mo Qingkuang's eighth-grade formation should be coming to an end at this moment." Saint Qi Jin laughed and said truthfully.

The other saints also nodded.

Mo Qingkuang relied on the countless afterimages of his clones to set up the eighth-grade spiritual formation, and was almost unaffected.

At this moment, it was indeed about to be completed.

All the people present were top-notch masters, and Mo Qingkuang's methods were exposed.

Mo Fan did not speak, and turned his eyes back to the ring.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew on the ring, howling violently!

The afterimage that Mo Qingkuang pulled out at the extreme speed also swayed in the wind, and most of it was blown to pieces.

Seeing this change, Xu Yun's heart sank, and he saw that Mo Qingkuang's killing move was about to come.

He quickly took a defensive stance and poured all his true energy into the God Binding Whip and the God Piercing Cone in his hand.

The two artifacts were fully activated by the true energy, and the divine light was shining, shining brightly in the wind.

In the depths of the endless wind, there was a deafening roar!

This roar was like the arrival of a king.

Everyone was somewhat familiar with it, as if they had heard it in the previous battle between Kong Kong and Little White Tiger!

However, this roar was more domineering and majestic than that of the little white tiger, and contained more powerful power.

Just hearing it, I felt pain in my eardrums.

The little white tiger in the audience danced with joy, roared excitedly, and cheered.

The little master finally remembered me.

At the end of the storm, a huge tiger claw stretched out, with sharp nails, shiny hair, and clean as snow.

Then there was a huge body, spotless and white as jade, with dark green eyes.

A white tiger with a head of hundreds of feet appeared in front of everyone.

This white tiger had a terrifying momentum, enough to stand up to the sky, and its huge eyes were like two big caves, shining with green light!

The disassembled version of the Four Holy Spirit Array, the White Tiger Spirit Array!

After the strong protest of the little white tiger after using the Azure Dragon Spirit Array in the last game, Mo Qingkuang chose to use the White Tiger Spirit Array, which was no less powerful than the Azure Dragon Spirit Array in this game!

The White Tiger and the Azure Dragon are both one of the four sacred beasts, in charge of Fengxing!

With every move, there were gusts of fierce wind, tearing the world apart.

Although this white tiger did not have the power of a truly mature holy beast, it was comparable to a martial emperor.

It was like a mountain in front of Xu Yun, extremely oppressive.

Mo Qingkuang, who had never revealed his true form since the beginning of the battle, finally appeared at this moment.

He crossed his arms and slowly appeared above the white tiger's head, sighing to Xu Yun, who was as small as dust at his feet: "Saint Xu Yun, you should admit defeat."

In front of the eighth-grade spirit formation, Xu Yun, who was only a first-grade martial king, had no chance of winning at all, even if he held two artifacts, he was still powerless.

The absolute gap in strength cannot be made up by external objects.

But after hearing his words, Xu Yun not only did not admit defeat, but her eyes burst with a fighting spirit!

"Finally he is willing to come out!" Xu Yun muttered to herself, holding the weapon in her hand tighter.

She knew that she was definitely not the opponent of this martial emperor-level white tiger.

But the previous aggrieved experience made her extremely angry.

Even if she was destined to fail, she would have a good fight!

Even if she knew she was going to lose!

Her figure was like lightning, bursting out at the fastest speed.

The left hand Binding God Whip swung out like lightning, directly hitting Mo Qingkuang on the top of the white tiger's head!

The right hand Piercing God Cone suddenly enlarged and extended, like a knight's spear, the sharp tip went straight to the white tiger's huge eyes!

"Why bother." Mo Qingkuang sighed, jumped lightly, and his figure disappeared again.

The white tiger blinked, and an invisible wind wall surged in front of him.

Whether it was the Binding God Whip or the Piercing God Cone, they were all blocked outside and could not advance an inch!

Then it raised its huge front paw and slapped it gently!

Xu Yunru in midair was severely injured and was slapped away like a meteor falling to the ground.

It was not a contest of the same level at all.

Xu Yun was a little unwilling, but still powerless.

The opponent was stronger than herself!

Just as she was about to land, a light breeze slowly lifted her body, buffered her falling momentum, and sent her out of the ring.

Easily put her on the ground.

It was Mo Qingkuang who took action in time to avoid her being smashed to the ground.

Although she felt a burning pain in her internal organs and her bones were broken in many places.

But without the final fall to the ground, Xu Yun's injuries were not fatal.

She glanced at Mo Qingkuang, who was calm on the ring, as if he had not spent much effort, bit her red lips, and left without saying a word.

"Mo Qingkuang wins!"

With the announcement of Pingtian Dasheng, the old rivals Mo Qingkuang and Lin Yang finally won their own victory and met in the highest level finals of the young generation in Tianhan Continent.