The thunder sea is like a waterfall, bright and alluring, completely covering the area within a thirty-step radius with the Lei Galaxy as the center.
Seeing this scene, the audience outside the venue held their breath in unison.
Han Yun's expression also changed again and again.
At this moment, his confidence finally began to waver.
Under such a baptism of thunder like the sea, could Ye Song still persist and take out the Crystal Realm Sand Burial Talisman that he gave him?
On the martial arts stage.
In a small area, purple thunder struck the two people one after another like a heavy rain.
Lei Xinghe was trembling all over at this time, and the expression on his face was both a bit painful and a bit comfortable.
He has long been accustomed to the feeling of inducing thunder to enter his body and help him collapse.
But Ye Song was different.
The spiritual roots he awakened were pure innate golden spiritual roots.
The advantage of monks who have awakened this kind of spiritual root is that they can more easily control various magic weapons forged from metal.
The same magic weapon, when held in their hands, is much more powerful than the monks who have awakened other spiritual roots.
In addition, monks who have awakened their metallic spiritual roots have extremely powerful natural attack capabilities. Among the seven common attribute spiritual roots, they are undoubtedly the most lethal.
But now, under the bombardment of purple thunder, the advantages brought by Ye Songling's spiritual roots are completely useless.
Unlike Lei Xinghe, his body has a natural resistance to thunder.
Therefore, every time the thunder bombarded him, he seemed to have received a full blow from the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
The most uncomfortable thing for Ye Song was that this thunder also had an extremely terrifying paralysis ability.
After being hit by the first few thunderbolts, Ye Song felt that his limbs had lost consciousness and became uncontrollable.
In other words, he can't even escape now and can only be beaten passively.
The horror of the monk who awakened the Leiling Root was clearly revealed.
The only thing he was glad about at this moment was that the person Lei Xinghe had summoned was not Lei Yun, who was at the same level as him and had the power of the late-stage Foundation Establishment Realm.
Otherwise, I might not even have a chance to fight back this time.
Ye Song's mouth was bleeding, his teeth were clenched, and he stared fiercely at the strong man in front of him who was bathing in the thunder with him.
He knew that now, it was time for the sand burial talisman that Han Yun gave him to show off.
Although there are other hidden methods that can be used, there is no need to use them at all.
Since it was not a life and death fight and the talisman did not work, taking advantage of the situation and losing the fight was enough to eliminate the suspicion of being an actor.
Thinking of this, Ye Song endured the pain of the thunder bombardment and used his spiritual consciousness to summon the sand burial talisman that had been tampered with by his teacher from the storage bracelet.
Under the guidance of Ye Song's spiritual consciousness, the yellow talisman appeared directly outside the scope of the thunder sea.
The reason for this is because although the power contained in the talisman is comparable to the crystal realm, the material used to make it is relatively fragile.
If it was hit by that blinding thunder and caused damage, it would be a big loss.
The onlookers are all monks, and their eyes are generally much better than ordinary people.
They all basically saw the yellow talisman that suddenly appeared outside the sea of thunder, dangling and floating.
Seeing this scene, they, who were not stupid in intelligence, immediately guessed that this should be Ye Song's countermeasure.
The small group of monks who had bet on Ye Song to win suddenly felt a new hope in their despairing hearts.
As for the other monks who had bet on Lei Xinghe and thought they were sure of victory, nervous expressions reappeared on their faces.
Han Yun felt relieved when he saw this talisman.
Once this talisman appears, it means that there is no longer any suspense in the battle on the field, and Ye Song will undoubtedly win.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to wipe the few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.
Those few short breaths just now made him so nervous that he almost couldn't breathe.
However, Han Yun's hand suddenly froze halfway up.
Then, he quickly glanced around.
It wasn't until he realized that everyone's attention was focused on the two people competing on the martial arts stage that he continued wiping sweat.
Without him, this is related to his image in the minds of the disciples in Lingxin Valley, and there cannot be any negligence.
Han Yun quietly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and turned his gaze back to the martial arts stage.
He knew that the next step would be the moment that decided victory or defeat.
On the other side of the martial arts stage, Sikong Yueling sat quietly on the futon. After seeing the scene in the arena, her bright red lips moved and she said softly:
"it's over……"
Jiang Fan sat next to him and nodded after hearing this.
"The heat is almost over, Ye Song is going to lose on purpose."
On the martial arts stage.
As if hearing the conversation between the two, the yellow talisman floating outside the sea of thunder suddenly shook slightly.
Then, it began to extract the earth-attribute spiritual energy from the air at an extremely terrifying speed.
In just a short moment, the talisman burst out with a burst of dazzling light, and used the extracted earth-attribute spiritual power to condense countless densely packed black gravel in the surrounding air, which could be said to cover the sky and the sun.
Then, in the expectant eyes of everyone at the scene...
The talisman made a soft pop sound, and the originally dazzling light on it quickly dimmed.
The gravel gathered around him also fell down.
On the already dark black stone ground, a thick layer of black sand suddenly appeared.
Seeing this scene, Han Yun's eyes suddenly froze.
He opened his mouth, and his eyes suddenly started to spin.
"how so?"
He bit the tip of his tongue and stimulated his consciousness with the pain, and then he managed not to fall directly to the ground.
Han Yun's face was ashen and he could no longer care about maintaining his image.
He swallowed the blood mixed with saliva into his throat, gritted his teeth, and stared into the martial arts stage, hoping to see a miracle.
However, where do so many miracles come from in the world?
Lei Xinghe was bathing in the sea of thunder, with purple electric light dancing all over his body. He stood in front of Ye Song like a god of war.
He had just been startled by Lei Haihai's sudden and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.
Unexpectedly, it was just a flower stand, of no use at all.
He looked at Ye Song in front of him who was struggling to support his body under the thunder bombardment, smiled coldly, and said:
"Ye Song, was that talisman just now your last resort?"
"If it could truly unleash its power, I would look at you again, but it's a pity... it's a useless talisman."
"Fortunately, you are still a sequence disciple of Lingxin Valley."
Lei Xinghe's eyes showed undisguised contempt.
"You are too weak. You can't even see a useless talisman, and you actually use it as a trump card... It's boring. This ridiculous competition should end here..."
After saying that, the strong man snorted coldly and took the purple gold glove on his hand back to his dantian.
Then, he stretched out his right hand, bent his elbow slightly upward, and spread his palm upward.
Immediately.
Clench your fist violently.
Following his action, the purple thunder sea fell silent for a moment.
Then, it exploded.
