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"Damn, it's that broken fan again!" The last thing Lin Qingshan wanted to see happened, and it was far worse than he imagined.

In his plan, Deyue is a greater threat than Zhang Tianling, and it is a magic weapon that is both feared and unavoidable.

Seeing that the duel was developing in a bad direction, Lin Qingshan's eyes flashed with coldness, and he secretly made a decision.

He took out a six-grade talisman, mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body to break the cauldron and sink the boat, and turned his head to the four people: "You guys go up together and cover me!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the four people who understood it scattered and rushed out, and in the blink of an eye, they surrounded Zhang Tianling in the middle.

Zhang Tianling, who was willing to fall into the encirclement, did not panic at all, slapped his palm with a folding fan, and watched them urge the fire talisman with great interest. With the rise of four flames, a rolling heat wave came to the face.

"Roar!"

The four of them shouted violently, and flames poured towards Zhang Tianling from all directions. Witnessing this dangerous situation, the hearts of all the audience rose to their throats, and the judges recited talismans ready to stop them at any time.

At this critical moment, Zhang Tianling's folding fan tapped the space in front of him, and the ripples spread out, and the iron siege spell that had been urging for a long time was finally cast.

After learning from Zhao Chuan's "stealing teacher", through Zhang Tianling's careful study, the defensive range of the Iron Siege Spell has been expanded several times compared to the original, shrouding Zhang Tianling's surroundings under the spiritual power barrier.

However, to everyone's surprise, those flames were also contained in the realm of spells.

It's about... Playing with fire?!

The flames were approaching in an instant, but the smile on the corner of Zhang Tianling's mouth was even worse.

There was no dodging action, just holding the moon in his hand and turning around in place, the flames were like being lifted by a tornado, drawing an arc and climbing upward, and Zhang Tianling, who was standing below, was unscathed.

The waves of fire surged along the top arc of the Iron Siege Spell, and Zhang Tianling saw the moment when the flames moved in the opposite direction, and quickly pinched the spell to revoke the spell. Under the action of inertia, the flames erupted in an instant, and poured into the four of them the same way.

How could they have expected Zhang Tianling to make this move, and in a panic, he couldn't avoid it and hit it one after another, covering his face and running blindly like a headless fly, his eyebrows and beard all burning.

Zhang Tianling came behind them humming a little song and gave a kick to the buttocks. The four-person dog gnawed on the mud and fell out of the field, and the judges swarmed up to extinguish the fire.

"Oh, the Iron Siege Charm can still be used like this." In the seating area of the main office, a celestial master deliberately raised his voice.

"yes, I thought I could only cover myself as a king." The other laughed.

"Hahahaha..."

Zhao Chuan, who had been sitting in the back row in a muffled voice, suddenly became angry when he heard the words of these people, and his chest swelled as if he had stuffed a gas can. He was already depressed because of Zhang Tianling's brilliant performance, but now he can't raise his head even more annoyed.

The spell that he was proud of was played by an eight-year-old doll in front of all his colleagues, which was like killing Zhao Chuan alive.

After a seemingly "grinding" fight, the rest of the arena gradually calmed down. Four or five students sat in the two corners, panting back to back, looking at the battle situation on Zhang Tianling and Lin Qingshan's side.

The current situation is that as long as one of them wins the contest and maintains a good physical and mental state, then there is a high probability that they will sweep the rest and win the entire match.

At this moment, Lin Qingshan was sparing no effort to urge the six-grade talisman, and his hard-working appearance made people feel that he was exhausted and trapped.

"Slow down, don't dodge to your waist." Zhang Tianling smiled and raised his hand, and Deyue Yao pointed to Lin Qingshan.

The spiritual power of the two fire talismans was condensed in the fan paper, and all of Lin Qingshan's efforts could be destroyed with just a few fingers.

"I'll get you first, and the rest will be captured." Lin Qingshan's voice trembled, and his face still did not change.

"Why?" Zhang Tianling approached slowly.

"With my innate talent, and... This one! The corners of Lin Qingshan's mouth provoked a touch of coldness, and his hands forcibly stopped pinching, and the spiritual power running all over his body suddenly stopped.

The meridians were impacted, and Lin Qingshan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his entire right arm was dyed dark red, making people's scalps numb.

Seeing this, Zhang Tianling couldn't help frowning, knowing that Lin Qingshan was a spiritual backlash caused by forcibly stopping the pinch.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Tianling couldn't figure out why he had to do such a dangerous act, so he raised his guard and watched his every move firmly.

"Die!" Lin Qingshan's eyes were bloodshot and he roared as hard as he could.

There was a black glow on his cuffs, and the blood from his arm was sucked in the blink of an eye. A black talisman floated up, the wind blowing away all the rubble beneath its feet.