It would be difficult for a high-level god to destroy a high-level god, especially a thick battle ax like his.

But just now he only collided with Ling Feng's sword twice, and his giant ax became like this. The other party's method was really weird.

Gu Mo looked up at Ling Feng, and he found that the sword in Ling Feng's hand had almost intact formation patterns.

"How is that possible?"

Gu Mo's eyes narrowed slightly. He suspected that the sword in Ling Feng's hand might be the Lord's spiritual treasure, otherwise it would be impossible to explain the current situation. But the next moment, he immediately rejected this idea in his heart, because he knew The Turin Martial Arts Competition has always been known for its fairness and justice. No one dares to play tricks in such a competition. Once discovered,

The consequences are serious.

He stood up from the ground, looked at Ling Feng and said, "I lost!"

After saying that, he immediately chose to admit defeat.

"Ling Feng wins this battle and gets one point!" A vague voice sounded in Ling Feng's mind. Ling Feng picked up his identity plate and took a look at it. He found that his identity plate vibrated slightly and his points also increased. From zero points to one point, the ranking instantly rose to

Receive 3.3 billion people.

At the same time, Gu Mo's points changed from zero to minus one.

"One point only ranks 3.3 billion!"

Ling Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, thinking that such a competition is really crazy, and it is indeed a bit difficult to get into the top 100 among so many contestants.

Not to mention the top 100 players, even the top 10,000 players are at least as strong as a Lord, and may not even be lower than a three-star Lord.

Above the gods, there are the Lord, the Great Lord, the Heaven-defying Lord, the Hunyuan Lord, and the Supreme Lord.

These levels are divided into nine stars according to their strength.

Ling Feng knows that among the contestants this time, there must be many geniuses who have reached the Lord level.

"I wonder if there are any monsters who are powerful enough to reach the level of a great lord!"

Ling Feng thought secretly in his heart.

At this moment, Gu Mo, who was standing at Ling Feng, did not leave immediately, because according to the rules of the competition, after the battle, both sides had a rest period to burn incense.

Participants can take advantage of this time to rest while burning incense, or they can directly activate their identity plate and apply for the next competition.

Because the time of the game is stipulated, within a certain period of time, winning more games can make your points higher.

Therefore, many contestants do not want to waste this time.

Because Gu Mo has chosen to admit defeat, at this moment, the surface of his body is wrapped by a transparent membrane. With the protection of this transparent membrane, Gu Mo is not worried about Ling Feng taking action against him again, because in this case, Even if Ling Feng attacks him, he won't be able to kill him, and Ling Feng will also be disqualified from the competition for violating the rules.

grid.

Gu Mo walked up to Ling Feng and asked, "Fellow Taoist Ling Feng, can I ask you a question?"

"What's the problem?"

Ling Feng looked up at Gu Mo. He thought that Gu Mo would leave immediately after admitting defeat, but he didn't expect that this guy still had questions to ask him. Gu Mo held his battle ax in front of him and reached out to stroke the surface of the battle axe. Where those war marks fell off, he said to Ling Feng: "At the beginning of the game, we all chose weapons in the treasure house. Our weapons should be

They are of the same level, but why did the pattern on my battle ax fall off so badly after our weapons collided, and the ax blade also cracked, but the one in your hand seems to be intact?"

Because the battle ax in his hand will continue to fight with him until all games are over.

Now that the battle ax in his hand is damaged, the power of the battle ax will be greatly reduced, which will affect Gu Mo's next battle.

Ling Feng looked at Gu Mo and asked with a smile: "Do you suspect there is something wrong with the sword in my hand?"

"That's not what I meant!"

Gu Mo immediately shook his head and said.

Ling Feng smiled slightly, picked up the sword in his hand, and threw it directly to Gu Mo.

Gu Mo was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Ling Feng to be so direct and hand him the sword.

He immediately inspected it carefully and found that there was nothing special about Ling Feng's sword.

He raised his head, bent slightly, handed the sword back to Ling Feng, and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist!"

Now, Gu Mo was completely sure that there was nothing wrong with the sword in Ling Feng's hand. The reason why Ling Feng could destroy his battle ax should be due to Ling Feng's own ability.

As for why Ling Feng had such an ability, he did not ask. After all, it was Ling Feng's secret.

"You're welcome!"

Ling Feng smiled at Gu Mo, then took back his sword, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to practice.

Ling Feng is not in a hurry to start the next game because he still has plenty of time.

As the saying goes, sharpening a knife takes less time than chopping firewood, so Ling Feng wanted to do some preparation work at hand so that he would be prepared.

After seeing Ling Feng sit down, Gu Mo did not ask any more questions. He immediately sat down cross-legged and began to practice and recover. He had been injured when he fought with Ling Feng just now.

He doesn't know who his next opponent will be, so he doesn't want to continue playing with an injury.

After Lingfeng sat cross-legged on the ground, he used his skills to the extreme, and then began to condense Baozi's true spirit.

Condensing the true spirit of Baozi mainly consumes Lingfeng's own mana, bloodline power and soul power, but this consumption ratio is very low. Lingfeng can recover by himself without soul liquid at all. Lingfeng now wants to make a large number of

Baozi True Spirit, these Baozi True Spirits are difficult to preserve for a long time. Without the use of spiritual liquid, if encountering a difficult opponent, Ling Feng can use Baozi True Spirit to quickly restore his own strength.

Quantity. Since he has this advantage, Ling Feng will certainly not miss it. Although Ling Feng's current strength is good, he dare not be proud. He knows that there are many people participating this time, and among them there must be some abnormal players with incredible strength.

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If he wants to achieve good results, he will definitely meet these people.

Soon, it’s time for a stick of incense to rest.

Ling Feng and Gu Mo both stopped practicing at the same time.

At this moment, Gu Mo's injuries have recovered.

Gu Mo bowed slightly to Ling Feng and said, "Goodbye, fellow Taoist Ling Feng!"

"goodbye!"

Ling Feng also bowed slightly to Gu Mo, and then two white lights appeared, covering Ling Feng and Gu Mo respectively. When the white light disappeared, Ling Feng and Gu Mo were gone.

The next moment, Ling Feng came to a snowfield.

His body was still bathed in white light. When the white light disappeared, Ling Feng immediately felt a strong spatial pressure acting on his body.
Chapter completed!