Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Ma Xiaosong was exposed to it and felt unprecedented pressure.

He knew that in front of a master like Lin Fan, any small mistake could become a fatal weakness.

He tried to find a chance to counterattack, but in the face of such a powerful offensive from Lin Fan, it seemed that he had no choice but to do so.

The duel between Lin Fan and Ma Xiaosong became the focus of everyone's attention.

The audience watched with bated breath. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two fighters on the ring, fearing to miss any moment of excitement.

Ma Xiaosong struggled to hold on under Lin Fan's fierce offensive. His figure kept flashing on the ring, trying to find opportunities to counterattack.

However, Lin Fan's offensive was as powerful as a violent storm, putting great pressure on Ma Xiaosong.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Fan mercilessly used the fifth form of Star Slash: Galaxy Whirlwind Slash.

His Universe Ax was like a rotating galaxy, with infinite power and light, drawing Ma Xiaosong into it.

The storm brought by the ax seems to swallow everything, which is shocking and terrifying.

The atmosphere in the audience became more tense.

Everyone was attracted by this amazing scene and marveled at Lin Fan's strength and Ma Xiaosong's bravery.

After a while, the beast fork in Ma Xiaosong's hand was swept away by this powerful force and thrown far away.

At this moment, Ma Xiaosong looked a little lonely and helpless, but he did not lose the courage to fight.

When Lin Fan saw this, he put away the Star Slash move.

He stared coldly at Ma Xiaosong in front of him, as if there was an unspoken question in his eyes: "Are you coming again?"

At this moment, Lin Fan's aura was extremely powerful, as if he was invincible.

Ma Xiaosong felt Lin Fan's aura and knew that he was no longer his opponent.

He handed over to Lin Fan, his attitude full of respect and recognition: "Ma Xiaosong is deeply honored to be defeated by such a mysterious trick!"

There was both disappointment and recognition of Lin Fan's strength in these words.

After finishing speaking, Ma Xiaosong picked up the beast fork and slowly walked off the ring.

His back looked a little lonely, but also revealed an aura of calmness and relief.

The atmosphere in the Qingyun Sect arena was still warm, even though the match between Lin Fan and Ma Xiaosong had come to an end.

The audience gave warm applause to this wonderful contest.

They were shocked by Lin Fan's strength, and at the same time expressed deep respect for Ma Xiaosong's courage and grace.

Especially Ma Xiaosong, even though he was defeated, he didn't look unhappy at all.

His eyes shone with determination and understanding, as if through this battle with Lin Fan, his understanding of martial arts deepened.

Although his figure gradually faded away in the ring, the impression he left on the audience was profound and unforgettable.

In the next match, Wu Tieshan will face Zhong Linger.

The atmosphere in the ring became tense again, and everyone's eyes were focused on these two players.

The winner of this game will have the opportunity to challenge Lin Fan, which undoubtedly adds more excitement to the game.

Lin Fan showed great interest in this game.

He stood at the edge of the ring with a trace of thought and solemnity in his eyes.

For him, this is not only an opportunity to observe potential opponents, but also the best time to understand himself and improve.

Especially Zhong Ling'er, as the only female player in this competition, her performance undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention, including Lin Fan.

Lin Fan couldn't help but take a few more glances. He was curious about Zhong Ling'er's strength and courage.

Zhong Ling'er looks about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a young and charming look.

Wearing a short jacket, this simple yet elegant clothing perfectly accentuates her petite and agile figure, making her look both heroic as a warrior and yet still as feminine as a girl.

The face is exquisite, and the eyes are shining with intelligence and perseverance, as if he can understand every move of his opponent.

Her long hair was tied up with a simple hair tie, and a few strands of hair gently fell in front of her forehead, adding a bit of youthful liveliness.

Zhong Ling'er stood on the ring, her movements exuding extraordinary temperament.

It seems like every move has been carefully polished.

The figure is light, like a swallow spreading its wings and about to fly, full of agility and vitality.

In the Qingyun Sect's arena, a showdown with completely different styles is about to begin.

Wu Tieshan, with his burly figure, stood in the ring like an immovable mountain, giving people an unfathomable sense of oppression.

The weapon in his hand is a large iron rod weighing a hundred kilograms, and its rough appearance complements his stature.

Whenever he danced the iron rod, the sound of the wind was like a violent storm, full of shocking power.

Compared with Wu Tieshan's majesty, Zhong Ling'er appears more agile.

Her weapon is a light sword with a slender blade that sparkles with cold light.

Her swordsmanship is mainly about dexterity. Every swing of her sword is as smooth as spring water, showing the unique femininity and aura of women.

The moment the game started, the two quickly entered the state.

Wu Tieshan took steady steps, and every swing he made seemed to carry the power of a landslide, and every blow was enough to shake the ring.

His tactics were steady and step-by-step, and each step seemed to be carefully calculated and impeccable.

Zhong Ling'er, on the other hand, was like a nimble swallow, jumping lightly on the ring.

Her sword drew beautiful arcs as her body moved.

Her swordsmanship was fast and precise. Every time she struck the sword, she aimed directly at the opponent's flaw, but she skillfully dodged Wu Tieshan's powerful offensive.

The audience watched the showdown in the ring and marveled at the different fighting styles of the two contestants.

Although Wu Tieshan's iron rod is heavy, his swings have an indescribable rhythm, as if every swing contains the power of nature.

Zhong Ling'er's sword is agile yet sharp, and every attack she makes seems to be completed in a beating melody.

As the game progressed, the battle between the two became more and more intense. The sound of the wind caused by Wu Tieshan's big iron rod became heavier and heavier, and every time he swung it, it seemed to tear the air apart.

Zhong Ling'er, on the other hand, shuttled dexterously through this heavy offensive, and her sword seemed to always be able to find Wu Tieshan's flaw at the most critical moment.

The struggle in the ring is not only a contest of strength and skills, but also a confrontation of will and strategy.

Wu Tieshan relied on his strong strength and steady tactics to create huge pressure on Zhong Ling'er.

Zhong Linger, on the other hand, relies on her dexterity and agility to constantly shuttle between danger and opportunity.

In the second half of the game, the two men had already shown their respective limits.

Every swing of Wu Tieshan is full of power, while every sword dance of Zhong Ling'er is more agile.

The audience held their breath and watched the wonderful performance of the two monks attentively.

The winner of the two of them will get the opportunity to challenge Lin Fan;

The loser of this game will compete with Ma Xiaosong for third place!