"Sixth Brother, you are trying to trap me to death." Long Yuntian said with a sigh.
Long Changtian smiled slightly, his eyes full of pride, just to suppress you: "Fifth brother, if you don't dare to gamble, just say so. If you are afraid that something might happen to your guest Long Tengkong, you can also say so. We will cancel the competition and I will pay for the competition fee."
Long Yuntian thought about it awkwardly, but in fact, he was very happy in his heart: "Sixth Brother, since you proposed it, if I don't agree, it will be embarrassing for you. In this case, I will agree to your request and take a gamble."
"Words are not enough, let me write it down as proof." The Sixth Prince was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. He thought to himself: Idiot, your head has been kicked by a donkey.
The two men clapped their hands together with a crisp sound, called witnesses from the Shenlong Pavilion, and wrote down the bet.
You should know that the three treasures are very expensive, with a total value of more than 100 million Xuanwu silver coins.
Shenlong Pavilion was also very happy to do so. After all, they had their own business to do, so betting between princes was nothing.
The arena was opened, and Ye Xiangyang and the Sixth Prince's guest officials entered the arena.
The Sixth Prince's guest, Long Binghuo, laughed at Ye Xiangyang: "Boy, I didn't know what special ability you had, but you actually plotted against Long Chen. You are a talent for challenging opponents of higher levels. But today is your memorial day."
Long Binghuo stared at Ye Xiangyang like a wolf staring at a little white rabbit, his face full of sarcasm: "How about this, you admit defeat, kneel down and kowtow to me and call me grandpa, and I will spare you, how about that?"
The terrifying aura inside the Shenlong Pavilion focused attention on this arena.
He thought that the Fifth Prince's people might not be able to do it. They were at the top of the throne and almost became emperor masters. This person was only a six-star throne master and was courting death.
Sometimes a person may have special abilities that may be useful, but in the face of powerful suppression, everything else is like smoke.
Ye Xiangyang smiled coldly: "If your martial arts skills are as good as your words, I will lose. Don't be so fussy, let's see who's the winner."
Long Binghuo laughed loudly, the laws surged, and a strong chill immediately enveloped the hundred-foot arena. Crackling, the hundred-foot arena was covered with more than ten feet of ice, which was extremely cold.
The cold was really oppressive. This kind of coldness could be felt outside the ring, but Miss Long Yue couldn't stand it.
She had to retreat. She thought that there was a large formation outside the arena, and the cold air was unbearable for her, a master of Xuanzun, let alone Long Tengkong in the middle of the arena.
She really wanted to stop competing, as she had no influence and her words did not count. She could only worry and hope for a miracle.
Long Changtian laughed loudly: "Fifth brother, you are sure to lose this time. I don't know where you found such a person. He is only a six-star emperor. If you don't lose, who will lose?"
He seemed to see himself obtaining the treasure-hunting compass, the divine dragon battle armor, and the Thousand Dragons Shooting Sun Spear Formation. In his hands, Long Tengkong died and Long Yuntian bled profusely. At that time, the fifth brother's face must have been more painful than eating a fly.
Hehehe, in one day, the boss suffers losses and the fifth brother is also hit, and their supporters will change direction.
It must be said that Long Changtian is very smart and cautious in his planning, which is really amazing.
Long Yuntian's face was calm: "I admit defeat. As long as I lose, I will admit it."
His words were ambiguous. To Long Changtian, it seemed that his brother had already admitted defeat and was only holding on for the sake of face.
Ye Xiangyang was suspended in the air. The current coldness was a piece of cake for him. Compared with his experience in the Netherworld Cold Spring, the difference was more than just one level.
Ye Xiangyang let Long Binghuo release the cold air at will, without any panic in his eyes.
Long Binghuo chuckled: "Boy, you better pretend. You better pretend as hard as you can. When your body becomes inflexible, I will give you a fatal blow."
For a quarter of an hour, both sides were suspended in the air without even reaching out to each other.
At this moment, Long Binghuo suddenly yelled, "Hey, open it for me."
A pair of dragon claws, forming a force of ice and fire, grabbed towards Ye Xiangyang.
The powerful force of more than two hundred dragons drew dark lines in the sky. The space could not withstand such powerful energy and turned into huge space cracks.
Such a powerful attack is almost the same as that of an emperor.
An overwhelming amount of energy rolled towards Ye Xiangyang.
The combination of ice and fire, and the bizarre attack are definitely not something that ordinary people can withstand.
Even the powerful aura of the Shenlong Pavilion couldn't help but nod. Long Binghuo was indeed a genius master among the ancient virtual dragons. This kind of strange attack would be difficult to catch even for an emperor.
A pair of hands seemed to be two dragons of ice and fire, vast and cold and orange and red and hot, appearing on the ring at the same time. Long Binghuo was planning to kill Long Tengkong with one strike, showing his strength.
The Sixth Prince had a half-smile on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking. This man was vicious and meticulous, and was not an ordinary person.
There was no law surging in Ye Xiangyang's body. He punched out without using any martial arts, attacking Long Binghuo's ice claw.
Long Binghuo had a grim smile on his face: "This kid has no rules of his own, and he actually fights with me so casually. This is the rhythm of seeking his own death."
"You bastard, you are courting death. Don't blame me for being ruthless."
Having said that, the frost on Long Binghuo's hands became tighter, and it was so cold that it could freeze the heaven and earth. The flame on his other hand was burning, and the raging flame had the heat to melt metal and crack mountains.
All the strength was used in these two hands, and he rushed towards Ye Xiangyang without any hesitation.
The Sixth Prince's fists were shaking. He originally thought that this monkey boy Long Tengkong had some special abilities, but now it seems like nothing special to him. He didn't know if the six-star master of the Royal Throne had used his own rules and was frightened by Long Binghuo.
He looked up at Long Yuntian and saw that Long Yuntian's face was still calm. He smiled coldly in his heart: "Hehehe, you are still pretending now. Wait until Long Tengkong dies, and I will see if you are still so calm."
It happened so quickly that it almost reached the extreme point.
Ye Xiangyang's fist and Long Binghuo's dragon claw collided with each other.
With a bang, they collided with each other.
A figure retreated backwards like a meteor, and in the process there were sounds of bones breaking and screams.
"Hahaha, just one move..."
Long Changtian stopped laughing here. His eyes widened and almost rolled down. He had never believed that he would see such a weird scene in his life.
His mind was just confused, how impossible was this
Long Binghuo, who was at the peak of the nine-star level of the Imperial Throne, retreated backwards like a cannonball, rumbling, and crashed into the formation of the Tower of Tear before bouncing back forwards.
Under Ye Xiangyang's punch, his cold right hand, starting from the palm, shattered into powder with a crackling sound. It was really shattered into powder.
It spread to his forearm, back arm, right side of his torso, and the right quarter of his upper body, all of which were shattered, with skin and flesh torn and bones broken, spilling all over the arena in a rain of blood.
After the rebound of the formation, there were only a few bones in his body left intact.
Boom! Long Binghuo fell on the stage.
He struggled to stand up, but after struggling for a long time, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
With just one move, a casual move, Long Binghuo was destroyed.
Completely disabled, with the loss of an arm, Long Binghuo lost the chance to become the emperor. His body was severely damaged and his vital energy was consumed, making it impossible for him to make any progress.
The Sixth Prince Long Changtian finally came to his senses. He shouted, "Impossible, this is impossible. How could the Sixth Prince of the Throne seriously injure the Nineth Prince of the Throne with just one punch? Fifth brother, what is going on? Explain it to me clearly."
The fifth prince Long Yuntian smiled faintly: "Sixth brother, be careful with your words. This game is their game. It was you who wanted to play. Now that you have lost, you still want to deny it."
This, this, this, this, Long Changtian absolutely couldn’t believe his eyes, this scene was too shocking.
Long Binghuo felt it the most deeply. When the punch came, he felt like countless mountains, like stars in the sky, pressing towards him.
As the saying goes, a mantis trying to stop a chariot or an ant trying to shake a tree. Under such powerful force, one's own strength is like an ant trying to shake a tree or a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
How could this person be so powerful
"I lost, I give up!" Long Binghuo looked at Ye Xiangyang and begged.
"You admit defeat. I think you said that as long as you kneel before me and kowtow three times and call me grandpa three times, I will let you live. Otherwise, today will be your death day."
The Emperor of the Shenlong Pavilion took a long breath. The battle just now seemed to last a long time, but in fact it only took one hundredth of a breath of time. The dust settled and everything was completed.
This shabby figure in grey cloth was extremely terrifying. The most terrifying.
How powerful must it be to severely injure the top master of the throne with one punch? Even if it were himself, he calculated that he might not be able to achieve such an effect.
This means that the Throne is six-star and has the combat power of the Emperor's four-star. How is this possible
It seems that the helper the Fifth Prince found is definitely a big shot. Having a big shot to help is also a wonderful encounter. Maybe the fate of the Fifth Prince will be rewritten.
Long Binghuo tried several times, but there was no possibility for him to even get up, let alone kneel down and kowtow.
He gritted his teeth and prepared to explode.
Ye Xiangyang pointed his finger, and puff, a chill pierced his dantian, and his whole body froze with a snap.
Ye Xiangyang clapped his hands and came out to form a formation.
"Fifth Prince, the matter is over. Let's take the three treasures and let the Sixth Prince pay for them."
The Sixth Prince's eyes widened: "You, you, you dare to kill my guest official, are you really that bold?"
Ye Xiangyang glanced at Long Changtian and said, "You are looking for death!"
As he said this, the cold air of the black snake rushed straight to Long Changtian, and Long Changtian felt his body snap and freeze. He didn't even break free from the ice for a breath, and his eyes were full of fear. It was too scary. This person's control over the cold was much stronger than after the rhinoplasty.
Long Binghuo’s death was not unjust!