boom!
His face was injured, and Zhao Long was kicked and staggered.
"This... this..." The eyes of the disciples watching below were widened. The exchange of moves on the stage was so short that they didn't even react. They didn't even know how Zhao Long got hit in a daze. foot.
"Ye Chen, you deserve to die." Zhao Long's roar immediately sounded on the battlefield.
However, just as he stabilized his body, Ye Chen was already attacking him.
"Kill." Zhao Long's face was ferocious and scary, and he waved his palm to create a light-colored handprint.
"It's full of flaws." Ye Chen sneered, and used the fury of the beast heart to pounce, dodge the palm, and instantly reached Zhao Long.
"Being close to me is destined to bring you sorrow."
A cold voice flowed in the air. Blood was already flowing rapidly all over Ye Chen's body. The suppressed strength of his muscles and bones exploded instantly, and he punched Zhao Long on the chest.
puff!
Zhao Long spurted out a mouthful of blood. The power of Ye Chen's punch was not as simple as imagined.
"You actually..."
"What am I doing?" Ye Chen didn't give Zhao Long time to react, and stepped forward again.
He is like a ferocious beast descending from the mountain, and his moves are even more bizarre. Sometimes he is like a tiger, sometimes like a ferocious ape, sometimes like a lion, sometimes like a wolf. He grabs, shoots, and tears. He uses his hands, feet, knees, and shoulders at the same time, and every joint on his body. All the parts were turned into fierce weapons. Zhao Long was defeated step by step after being beaten, with fist marks, palm prints and footprints all over his body.
"This... what kind of fighting style is this." The scene on the stage made the disciples watching the battle in the audience were stunned for a while. Ye Chen's playing style completely subverted their cognition.
What about the gorgeous mystical arts? What about the gorgeous moves
None of them were used, and he used completely the most primitive fighting techniques, but it was the most basic fighting techniques that made Zhao Long suffer over and over again.
ah… !
At this moment, the battlefield was filled with Zhao Long's roar.
Not long ago, he was arrogant and prided himself on being a senior brother. Now he was in such an awkward situation. In a head-on confrontation, he was at the peak of the fifth level of Qi Condensation, and he was beaten by someone who was at the first level of Qi Condensation.
Roar!
With a wolf's roar, the commotion below was interrupted. Zhao Long used his secret technique. His fist was already wrapped in an illusory wolf head. When he took action, there was a wolf's roar.
"Cang Lang Fist." The eyes of the spectators around him were full of fire, as if they had seen the power of Zhao Long's mysterious technique. "I didn't expect that the leader of Diyang Peak would even teach Zhao Long this secret technique."
"Die!" Zhao Long looked ferocious and raised his fist to hit.
Thunder Palm!
Hearing a cold shout, Ye Chen waved his palm hard again, thunder and lightning tore between his palms, and the power was even more fierce and domineering.
boom!
There was a banging sound between fists and palms.
puff!
The sound of vomiting blood suddenly started, and Zhao Long staggered back after being beaten.
"How... how is it possible?" As he stepped back, Zhao Long looked at Ye Chen in disbelief. He clearly felt that the domineering power contained in Ye Chen's palms was definitely not inferior to him.
Cang Lang Fist was one of the few secret techniques in Diyang Peak. It was famous for its powerful attacks. With this secret technique, he had defeated countless outer disciples.
But now, he was broken from the front by an intern disciple of the first level of Qi Condensation. This was something he could not accept.
Is he really at the first level of Qi Condensation
At this moment, not only Zhao Long, but also the disciples watching the battle were in a daze for a moment.
"This kid is so weird." Surprises echoed from the audience, and the expressions on his face couldn't be more exciting.
"What? Are you still fighting?" Outside the crowd, groups of people rushed over again. Needless to say, they were the ones who had left before. When they heard that the winner had not yet been decided, they all came back to fight. When they saw the fierce Ye When Chen was watching, he was stunned for a moment.
However, they didn't know how deep Ye Chen's background was.
In the past, in the Zhengyang Sect, he fought with monsters at the third level of Qi Condensation, and fought with the human spirit level at the fourth level of Qi Condensation. After many experiences, his actual combat ability was much stronger than Zhao Long.
At this moment, Ye Chen possesses a large-capacity Danhai, the amount of Qi is not inferior to that of Zhao Long, the physical body after refining is even more powerful than Zhao Long, and the domineering beast Heart Fury in close combat, so This duel was doomed from the beginning to Zhao Longhui's disastrous defeat.
ah…...
The whole place was filled with Zhao Long's roar, but no matter how angry he was, he was still suppressed by Ye Chen.
"It's over." As Ye Chen roared, he took a step down and jumped up. The fierce and domineering Tianque was lifted above his head, and he was in a posture of splitting Huashan with all his strength. His moves were crisp and neat, without a trace of flashiness. It can be said.
Buzz!
The heavy sky tower made the air buzz and shake.
Seeing this, Zhao Long's expression changed, and he hurriedly raised his golden sword to block, injecting the rolling infuriating energy into it.
Bang!
Ye Chen struck the spiritual sword with a sword.
boom!
Zhao Long, who was still standing a moment ago, was knocked to his knees by the sword. He could even hear the sound of his arm bones breaking.
puff!
Immediately, a mouthful of blood spurted out from Zhao Long's mouth.
Quiet, surprisingly quiet.
Not long ago, the audience was noisy, but now, only the sound of breathing was left. The scene on the stage made their expressions turn petrified.
Zhao Long, who was at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, was knocked to the ground by a sword strike from an intern at the first level of Qi Condensation.
"you lose."
"This... this is impossible." Zhao Long roared, his legs trembling as he tried to get up, but was suppressed by Ye Chen holding his sword.
"Your life can be ended." Zhao Long's reply was Ye Chen's cold voice.
At this moment, everyone in the audience was as if they were just waking up from a dream.
The stakes are their own lives.
"This... Ye Chen doesn't really want to kill Zhao Long, he can't! Zhao Long is the chief disciple of Diyang Peak. If he were to be struck with a sword, he wouldn't be able to survive."
"But I see Ye Chen's posture, he is going to kill him!"
"I am a disciple of Diyang Peak, you dare to kill me?" Zhao Long seemed to have not realized the situation at this moment, raising his head and roaring ferociously.
All bets and lives are all jokes in his eyes. Although he loses, he will hand over his life if he doesn't prove it, because he has a strong backing, which is the capital to cheat.
"You dare to kill Senior Brother Zhao, Master will not spare you... Spare you." Below, the disciples from Zhengyang who came to help shouted, but intimidated by Ye Chen's strength, no one dared Come up.
"The bet was made first, he must die." Ye Chen said coldly.
"This junior brother, it's just a sparring match. You have to be merciful and avoid others." An indifferent voice sounded, and a female disciple in the crowd glanced at Ye Chen.
This female disciple is really beautiful, with clear eyes, green hair flowing like water waves, and white clothes swaying, just like a blooming lotus, which makes all the male disciples present have a fiery light in their eyes.
"Su Xinyue from Renyang Peak."
"She's actually here. I didn't even see her before."
Ye Chen turned his head and stared at Su Xinyue, "Sister, if it was me, Ye Chen, who lost just now, would you say the same thing?"
"You are too murderous to achieve success." Su Xinyue's expression was still indifferent. Although she stood in the crowd, she had a superior attitude. The words between the lines had already pronounced Ye Chen's future path.
"Senior sister, do you want me to let him go?" There was a sneer on Ye Chen's lips, and the suppressed anger did not burst out after all.
This kind of anger is not only towards Zhao Long for killing Zhang Fengnian and the others, but also towards Su Xinyue, because her temperament is so similar to Ji Ningshuang's, they both have aloof postures, and they are both vain and seemingly pitiful. Fake love.
"I want you to return to the right path, and don't want to be..."
"Do you have any relatives?" Ye Chen directly interrupted Su Xinyue's words, staring at her with a pair of bloodshot eyes, as if questioning.
The words were interrupted, Su Xinyue frowned slightly, and she didn't know why Ye Chen would ask such a question.
"If I hang up your relatives and beat them for a day and a night, will you kill me?" Ye Chen seemed to question, looking at Su Xinyue with a sneer, "If you can do it, stop showing me such mercy. The false posture of sentient beings.”
"You..." Being scolded like this in public, Su Xinyue's cheeks were instantly covered with a layer of frost.
At this moment, she was as indifferent as she was, and her chest could not help but rise and fall violently. She was the first disciple of Renyang Peak and a flower of Hengyue Sect. She had never received such a lecture, and the other party was also an intern disciple of the first level of Qi Condensation.
On the stage, Ye Chen had already retracted his gaze and raised his palm filled with vitality.
If this palm strikes, Zhao Long will die.
However, at this moment, a powerful aura roared over and instantly appeared on the battlefield, turning into a figure holding floating dust in his hand.
If you take a closer look, this person is none other than Ge Hong, the leader of Diyang Peak.