Xue Mantang was knocked flying by Ye Xiangyang's punch, like a heavy object being thrown flying, and directly hit the protective formation on the side of the ring.
Bang, it hit the formation all of a sudden, Xue Mantang screamed, and then mouthfuls of blood spurted out uncontrollably. Wow wow, blood splattered, and scarlet spots appeared on the snow-white gown.
Crackling, the sound of broken bones was heard, and Xue Mantang was seen lying on the ground unwillingly, unable to stand up.
Xue Mantang's entourage rushed over, and when they checked, their eyebrows raised.
"You are so brave to hurt our young master like this. Do you want to leave this capital alive?" Xue Mantang's arm bones were shattered and the bones in his back were broken. He didn't know if there would be any sequelae.
Ye Xiangyang smiled slightly: "It was a mistake, it was really a mistake."
The commentator stood on the stage and said: "In the first match, Ye Xiangyang won, and his deposit was increased to 20,000 Xuanwu silver coins."
There was a burst of exclamations from below, and Ye Xiangyang gave everyone a great shock.
After the cheers, people realized that the person they had just bought was Xue Mantang, and their dozens or hundreds of Xuanwu silver coins were wasted.
The one who came up this time was Zhong Changxiari, the young master of the Zhong Chang family in Xurizhou. The reason why Zhong Changxiari was close to Xue Mantang was because the Zhong Chang family's business in the capital was mixed with theirs.
Zhong Changxia is strong and stocky.
When he came to the stage, he drew out his precious sword, the Dragon Pattern Sword, and immediately a sharp light flashed across the ring. The dazzling sword body was flashing with sharp sword light.
Zhong Changxiari is twenty years old this year, and has the cultivation level of a six-star Xuan Master. Zhong Changxiari has a broad mind, and in order to occupy a major position in the family, he is very dedicated to cultivation.
The sword technique he practiced: Controlling the Wind in All Directions and Slashing, was a lower-grade Xuan-level martial art.
It is said that: His sword is like the wind blowing through the earth, and the world is not desolate tonight. This sentence means that his sword moves lightly, just like the wind, so fast that it can travel to the ends of the earth in an instant. Once the sword comes out, the opponent is dead, so there is no desolation tonight.
"Please bring out your weapons. I would like to learn a few tricks on them."
Ye Xiangyang smiled faintly: "This pair of fleshy palms is enough for me."
There was another uproar from below the stage:
“Hahaha, this Ye Xiangyang is so arrogant. Just now I saw that his cultivation level is only a four-star Xuan Master. He was able to defeat Xue Mantang because Xue Mantang was not as strong as him. If it wasn’t for this, Xue Mantang would definitely not lose.”
"That's right, this kid picked up a trick, and now he wants to fight with his bare hands. He is courting death."
"He doesn't even know who he is before he wins a single game. This kid won't live long."
"Bet, bet."
Another quarter of an hour of betting time.
This time, more people bought Zhong Changxiari. People still couldn't believe that this four-star Xuan Master had just fought with Xue Mantang, but his strength was still so sufficient and his energy was still so strong.
Zhong Changxia did not underestimate Ye Xiangyang. Experts look at the doorway, while laymen look at the excitement. Zhong Changxia is not only an expert, but also a real expert.
The wind rises!
The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and in an instant, the long sword in his hand was like flowing water, gurgling slowly, cutting out dozens of times at an extremely fast speed. However, one sword connected to another, giving people a very slow feeling.
This strange feeling can kill your opponent.
Thick Earth Fist.
Ye Xiangyang immediately felt the power of the sword beams. He could hear the autumn wind blowing everywhere and thunder roaring in the silence. These sharp beams were slashing towards him, like the breeze and the air current, reaching the extreme speed.
The punch was as big as a mountain, as vast as the earth, as boundless as a continent, and it came with a long and desolate aura, and with the power to dominate the world.
Crack, crack, crack!
Dozens of sword lights flashed and collided with Ye Xiangyang's punch. The invincible momentum of one punch blocked dozens of sword lights from Zhong Changxiari.
The sword beams shot out in all directions, the earth element was cut, and the two people on the ring moved around and fought each other.
Romantic!
This is the flow of the wind, this is the melody of the wind, this is the jumping sword light, this is Zhong Changxia's fastest move.
Ye Xiangyang was wrapped in a khaki-colored Xuanshi robe, and his fists were wrapped in layers of yellow earth, as if he were an earth god. Relying on the might of each of his punches, he forcibly suppressed Zhong Changxiari's sword light.
In the middle of a long summer day, there were lightning and thunder, extremely fast, wind blowing and water flowing, letting the nature take its course, air flowing, everywhere; Ye Xiangyang was using clumsiness to overcome ingenuity, great ingenuity yet seemingly clumsy, majestic and powerful, the earth winding, the mountains rising, unstoppable.
People discovered that this time Ye Xiangyang's boxing style had changed. Just now, when he was facing Xue Mantang, he only defended and did not attack. Now, when he was competing with Zhong Changxiari, he was attacking, using his own momentum to directly suppress the power of his sword.
The sword light of Zhong Changxia was like the breeze, the gurgling water, and the thunder, shaking all directions.
Ye Xiangyang's momentum was like a river pouring back, mountains rising up, the earth sinking, and the collapse of mountains and the cracking of the earth, which tightly suppressed his smallness.
Everyone knew that this set of boxing techniques consisted of sixteen moves in total. They all knew how to use each of the following moves, but when Ye Xiangyang performed it, they still couldn't break it.
Many people gasped.
"Amazing! This kid seems unfathomable. I didn't expect that he is actually a peerless evildoer."
"Humph, I'm afraid he will be defeated even with this. I don't believe he can hold on for that long."
"It's hard to say. Look, this kid is still practicing his boxing skills and he's not using his full strength at all."
People's eyes were fixed on the ring as two men, one moving and one still, one fast and one slow, fought each other.
When the people of the Zhongchang family saw this situation, they couldn't help but gasp. This kid was still practicing his boxing skills with ease. It seemed that it would be extremely difficult for their young master to win.
While fighting, Ye Xiangyang suddenly felt that under these complicated sword moves, all his potential was brought into play, and his Thick Earth Fist became more and more handy.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Xiangyang felt that his Thick Earth Fist had entered a new realm.
He realized that he had entered the realm of great success.
Martial arts competition is indeed a good way to train. If I practice on my own, I will never be able to reach such speed even if I kill myself.
Pile up earth and gather sand, winnow the earth and raise the sand, the sky and the earth, the earth collapses, the earth splits and the grass grows, the frontier is expanded... The fifteen moves of Thick Earth Fist are used one by one. It is really grand and majestic, moving back and forth.
The earth elements gathered and dispersed, forming a gust of wind with tremendous pressure. Each blow was like a mountain, directly killing Zhong Changxiari.
The north wind is as sharp as a sword, and even cotton wool is not enough to protect you!
The long sword drew an arc, and the sharp sword was like a knife, wrapping around Ye Xiangyang. Such a sharp sword, with such a sharp edge, could torture a person to death. The opponent felt only the coldness of being naked.
Ye Xiangyang threw a punch: the earth collapsed.
The fist was four feet in size. When the sword light was about to come, it shattered with a loud bang, breaking into millions of pieces. The powerful energy rushed in all directions and completely blocked Zhong Changxiari's attack.
The arena where Yun Jianhan is playing is also such a small arena.
When he got to the competition field, Yun Jianhan took out the Silver Star Sky-Edged Halberd in his hand. It was shining brightly with silver stars. Many people could tell that this halberd was a top-grade yellow-grade treasure.
Top-grade yellow-level treasures have a blessing effect, but they do not have their own spirituality. Once they enter the black-level treasures, the treasures will have spirituality and can fly, kill people, and be controlled by thoughts.
However, it is difficult for such treasures to reach the national level, and there are not enough for them to distribute within the sect.
If you have a Xuan-level treasure and you acknowledge its owner by dripping blood on it, you can kill people from a hundred feet away and move freely in the army. Even the strong men of the Xuan Sect will have to be very cautious.
The sharp edge of the Xuan-level treasure can easily pierce their Xuanzong armor.
The first one to come up was a three-star Xuanshi. He came to the ring and fought with Yun Jianhan for more than fifty rounds. Yun Jianhan hit his butt with a halberd, and his opponent was hit on the formation with a thud, and bounced back more than eight feet.
Seriously injured, failed.
The second one, holding a long knife, rushed over fiercely.
The two fought for seventy or eighty rounds, and Yun Jianhan pierced through the opponent with his halberd, causing his body to fall dead on the stage.
Next comes the third and fourth.
He was not afraid of getting hurt, because if he was hurt the dragon bone relic would automatically replenish himself. He was not afraid of depleting his strength, because if he consumed a little, the dragon bone relic would replenish it for him.
Yun Jianhan was like a killing god in the ring, beheading his opponents with ease.
Here, Zhong Changxia's swordsmanship has been used repeatedly several times. The more he fights, the more he is suppressed by Ye Xiangyang.
Zhong Changxia made up his mind. Under such circumstances, he had no choice but to use his last move. Life or death, success or failure, all depended on this move.
With a swipe of the sword, the waves surged and the air flow rolled.
An unprecedentedly powerful sword energy was formed, like a surging wave, swallowing up the earth, like a dark cloud covering the mountain, filling the earth. The whistling sword moves came towards Ye Xiangyang.
Ye Xiangyang understood that this was a move that condensed all of Zhong Changxia's strength, and it was a trick to save his life. If he was really an ordinary four-star Xuan Master, he would be vicious under this sword move today.
Sky-shattering collision!
Suddenly, bumpy spikes appeared on Ye Xiangyang's arms. Now these spikes covered his arms and head. The rest of his body was covered with white tortoise-shell-like mysterious power condensed in the earth element.
Ye Xiangyang rushed towards Zhong Changxiari without any hesitation.
The spectators below were all staring, they couldn't figure out what Ye Xiangyang was doing. To charge towards Zhong Changxia's sword was to seek death.
boom!
Ye Xiangyang collided with Zhong Chang Xiari with a force of six thousand kilograms. The violent collision formed an extremely sharp shock wave. Zhong Chang Xiari's sword chopped on Ye Xiangyang's arm hundreds of times.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Three spikes, like lightning, pierced into Zhong Changxiari's body.
Zhong Changxia had never seen such a strange martial art before. He retreated more than ten feet.
Just like that, he couldn't avoid Ye Xiangyang's three spikes. Puff puff puff, all three spikes pierced into his body.
With a thud, it fell to the ground, and as the spikes slowly disappeared, blood gushed out.
Everyone below the ring was shocked. No one could have imagined that this unknown boy in a red uniform could be so powerful.