Tian Qingyun didn't expect Ye Chenfeng to have so many secrets, and with a thought, he used the biggest weapon in his body, depicting the ancestral map of Zu Yun's ancestral pattern, and prepared to end the battle with one blow.
"go to hell!"
Tian Qingyun sprayed several mouthfuls of blood essence into the ancestral map, activated the ancestral pattern, and delivered the most fatal blow to Ye Chenfeng.
"It's not certain who will die!"
"Demon Spirit, wake up!"
"The way of the imperial weapon!"
The black dragon-like ancestral pattern came with the shocking ancestral rhyme. Ye Chenfeng awakened the demon spirit, used the way of the imperial weapon, and instantly aroused the strongest attack of the Demon Sealing Sword, injecting the power of the whole body into the Demon Sealing Sword , a sword went up to meet him.
"boom!"
Slashing out with one sword, the hundred-dao ancestral pattern, stimulated by the demon spirit, exploded with the power of the not weak ancestral rhyme ancestral pattern, coupled with the power of the Demon Sealing Sword itself, the attack power completely surpassed Tian Qingyun's last hole card.
"boom!"
The two strikes of the ancestral rhyme collided, and the ancestral rune of the ancestral rhyme shot by Tian Qingyun was instantly shattered.
"No!"
Tian Qingyun stared at the terrified eyes, looked at the aura of the Demon Sealing Sword, and let out a voice of despair.
He couldn't believe that Ye Chenfeng actually held the trump card to destroy Zu Yun's Zuwen.
When he wanted to dodge, it was already too late, the terrifying Demon Sealing Sword slashed fiercely, the sword broke through his body defense, and cut off half of his body.
Then, Ye Chenfeng, who possesses the ultimate strength of the three-star Taoist God, appeared in front of the white-haired old man before he came to his rescue. A fist full of nearly 80 billion catties of strength hit his head fiercely, smashing his head with one punch. The explosion crushed his soul, and killed Tian Qingyun, the biggest favorite to win the championship in this hundred battles, on the spot.
Chapter 1702
Crazy, everyone present is crazy.
Witnessing the scene where Ye Chenfeng killed Tian Qingyun in public, everyone present fell into a state of stupor, unable to imagine the scene before them.
Who is Tian Qingyun? He is the most outstanding genius disciple of the Shentian clan in the past hundred years. His future achievements are limitless, and he is even a genius-level figure who may step into the realm of the ancestors.
But now, he was killed in public.
Moreover, the Hundred Battles Tournament is still held by the Celestial Clan, which is undoubtedly a satire on the Celestial Clan and drives the Celestial Clan crazy.
"Junior, you are courting death!"
With a roar, the old man tore through the shattered restraints, and was about to rush down to kill Ye Chenfeng and avenge the dead Tian Qingyun.
"Why, you God and Heaven Clan can't afford to lose!"
Although the strength of the white old man was terrifying, Ye Chenfeng, who performed the life-soul technique and possessed the ultimate three-star Taoist god for a short time, was not weaker than him. He knocked him back with one punch, and responded domineeringly.
"If you can't afford to lose, don't hold a martial arts meeting of this scale!"
"you… "
The white old man's lungs exploded with anger, and the murderous aura all over his body danced with the wind, locking onto Ye Chenfeng.
"So, am I wrong?" Ye Chenfeng smiled and said: "If I remember correctly, the Hundred Battles Competition does not limit killing, that is to say, participating in the Hundred Battles Competition is equivalent to stepping on the platform of life and death. , Tian Qingyun was killed by me due to his lack of strength, is it my fault?"
"Still, only members of your Divine Heaven Clan can kill other clansmen, we can't kill your Divine Heaven Clan members!"
"you… "
Faced with Ye Chenfeng's aggressive questioning, the white old man couldn't argue with anything, and Ye Chenfeng deliberately incited all the clans, so that he would not dare to speak nonsense, so as not to cause a big mess.
"Why, I can't answer!" Ye Chenfeng continued to say, looking at the white old man with fire-spitting eyes and a livid face, "If you, the Celestial Clan, really can't afford to lose, then say it clearly and don't do such embarrassing things. matter."
"Junior, you have the guts!"
Although the old man wanted to make another move, but he had no choice but to care about the face of the Shentian Clan. He could only grit his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, preparing to settle the score with Ye Chenfeng Qiuhou.
"I killed Tian Qingyun, am I the number one in this hundred battles!" Ye Chenfeng said resolutely.
"yes!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the white old man could only grit his back molars and whispered.
"Then now, is it possible to reward!" Ye Chenfeng said lightly.
"According to the usual practice, Yue Yeming and Huang Wutian will be tied for third place, but Qingyun died, and the two of them must decide the second place to be rewarded!" said the old man with an ugly face.
"Okay, then I'll wait!"
With that said, Ye Chenfeng took away Tian Qingyun's belongings in public and was about to return to the stands.
"Ye Chenfeng, leave Qingyun's relic behind!"
No matter the Eight Fierce Battle Spears or the Wheel of Heaven, they are the treasures of the God and Heaven Clan, and there is no room for loss, the old man said angrily.
"This is my spoils of war. Does the Shentian Clan still want to take it away by force?" Ye Chenfeng sneered and said, "I advise you to take care of the Shentian Clan's face. You don't have to be shameless, but the Shentian Clan The clan can't do without it."
After speaking, Ye Chenfeng was trembling with anger, and he returned to the stands under the angry eyes of the white old man who couldn't bear the killing intent in his heart.