Bang!
His face was hurt and Zhao Long was staggered by a kick.
"This... This ..。” The disciples watching the battle at the bottom were wide eyed. The time for the fight on the stage was too short for them to react. They didn''t even know how confused Zhao Long was.
"Ye Chen, you should die." Zhao Long''s roar rang out on the battle platform.
Just, he just stabilized the figure, leaf Chen already head-on attack.
"Kill." Zhao Long''s face was ferocious and frightening. He waved his hand and made a light color fingerprint.
"Full of flaws." Ye Chen sneers, the beast''s heart is angry, and the tiger pounces on it. He dodges the palm and kills Zhao long in front of him.
"Being close to me is destined to be your sorrow."
The icy sound rushes in the air. Ye Chen is already covered with blood. The repressed strength of his muscles and bones breaks out in an instant, and a punch hits Zhao Long''s chest.
Poof!
Zhao Long spurted out a mouthful of blood, and ye Chen''s fist was not as simple as thinking.
"How could you ..。”
"I''m nothing." Ye Chen doesn''t give Zhao long time to react. He deceives himself and kills him again.
He is like a fierce beast going down the mountain, and his skills are even more strange. Sometimes he is like a tiger, sometimes like a fierce ape, sometimes like a lion, sometimes like a wolf. He grabs, pats and tears, and uses his hands, feet, knees and shoulders together. Every joint part of his body has become a fierce weapon. Fighting Zhao long is always defeated, and his fists, palms and footprints are constantly on his body.
"This What kind of play is this On the stage, the disciples watching the battle were stunned. Ye Chen''s playing method completely overturned their cognition.
What about the gorgeous Metaphysics? What about the gorgeous moves?
None of them. He used the most primitive fighting skills, but it was the most basic fighting skills, which made Zhao Long suffer losses again and again.
Ah!
At the moment, the battle platform is full of Zhao Long''s roar.
Not long ago, he was arrogant and boasted of his senior brother''s high attitude. At this moment, he ended up in such a mess. His cultivation of six times of condensed Qi was beaten by a heavy weight of condensation gas.
Roar!
With the roar of a wolf, the noise below was interrupted. Zhao long used his secret arts. His fist was wrapped by an illusory wolf head. When he took his hand, there was a wolf''s roar.
"Wolf fist." The eyes of the people watching the war were full of fire, as if they had seen the power of Zhao Long''s mysterious skill. "I didn''t expect that the head of Diyang peak would teach Zhao long this secret skill."
"Die!" Zhao Long looks ferocious and blows with his fist.
Run thunder palm!
After listening to a cold drink, ye Chen again waved his hand hard regret. There was thunder and lightning tearing between his palms and fingers. His power was even more fierce and domineering.
Bang!
There was a sound of thumping between the palms and fists.
Poof!
The sound of vomiting blood suddenly rises, and Zhao long is beaten and staggers back.
"How... How possible." In the process of retrogression, Zhao Long looks at Ye Chen with an unbelievable face. He clearly feels the hegemonic power between Ye Chen''s palms and fingers, which is not inferior to him.
Canglang boxing, which is one of the few secret arts of diyangfeng, is famous for its strong attack. He does not know how many disciples he has defeated by this secret skill.
But now, he was broken from the front by an internship student, which he could not accept.
Is he really condensing gas?
At the moment, not only Zhao long, but also the disciples watching the war appeared in a trance for a moment.
"This kid is so weird." Under the stage surprised sound one after another, the facial expression is incomparably wonderful.
"What? Still fighting? " Outside the crowd, a group of people rushed over again, needless to say, the people who left the field before. At the moment, they heard that they had not yet decided the victory or defeat, and they all killed them back. When they saw the fierce Ye Chen, they were stunned.
However, they do not know how deep Ye Chen''s inside story is.
In the past, in zhengyangzong, he fought with monsters, and Ningqi quadruple fought with renyuanjing. After many years of experience, his actual combat ability was much stronger than Zhao long.
At the moment, ye Chen has a large capacity of Danhai, and the number of true Qi is no less than Zhao long. After refining his body, his powerful body is better than Zhao Long''s, and the fierce beast''s heart is fierce in close combat. Therefore, this duel is doomed to defeat Zhao long from the beginning.
Ah ..。
Zhao Long roared all over the place, but no matter how angry he was, he was still suppressed by Ye Chen''s death.
"It''s over." With Ye Chen''s roar, he stepped down and jumped up. The fierce and domineering tianque was held over his head. The whole posture of chopping Huashan Mountain was crisp and neat, without a trace of gorgeous.
Hum!
Heavy sky que, hit the air humming a shock.
Seeing this, Zhao long talks about it and turns pale. He raises his golden sword in a hurry and instills his true Qi into it.
Bang Dang!
Ye Chen splits his sword on the spirit sword.Bang!
Zhao long, who was still standing a moment ago, was half kneeling on the ground by this sword. He could even hear the sound of his arm bone breaking.
Poof!
Immediately, a mouthful of blood spurted out from Zhao Longkou.
Quiet, strangely quiet.
Not long ago, it was still noisy under the stage, and at this time, only the sound of breathing, a scene on the stage, to see their expression petrified.
Zhao long, who was in the fifth heaven of condensation gas, was kneeling on the ground with a sword from an apprentice.
"You lost."
"This... It''s impossible." Zhao Long roared, and his legs trembled to get up, but he was suppressed by Ye Chen holding the sword.
"Your life is over." In response to Zhao long, it is Ye Chen''s cold voice.
At the moment, everyone under the stage is waking up in a dream.
The stakes are their own lives.
"This... Ye Chen doesn''t really want to kill Zhao long, can''t he! Zhao long is a disciple of the head of the Diyang peak. If he cuts this sword down, he will not survive. "
"But I see ye Chen''s posture, but I want to kill him!"
"I am a disciple of diyangfeng. Dare you kill me?" Zhao Long seems to have not realized the situation at the moment and roared ferociously.
In his eyes, all bets and fates are jokes. Although he loses, he has to hand over his life without proof, because he has a strong backstage, which is the capital to cheat on.
"If you dare to kill elder martial brother Zhao, you will not be forgiven by the master." Below, those disciples in Zhengyang who came to help the battle roared and yelled, but because of Ye Chen''s strength, no one dared to come up.
"Bet first, he must die." Ye Chen said coldly.
"This younger martial brother, it''s just a contest. You have to forgive people and go around them." The voice of indifference sounded, and a female disciple in the crowd glanced at Ye Chen.
The female disciple was really beautiful. Her eyes were clear, her green silk flowed like water waves, and her white clothes were fluttering. She was like a lotus flower in full bloom. All the male disciples present were glowing with fire.
"People of Su Xinfeng."
"She''s here. She didn''t see it before."
Ye Chen side head, staring at the Su Xinyue, "this elder martial sister, if I just lost Ye Chen, will you also say so?"
"You kill too much, you can''t get it right." The Su Xinyue looks still indifferent, although standing in the crowd, but has a high posture, between the lines has already declared Ye Chen''s future road.
"Elder martial sister means to let him go?" The corner of Ye Chen''s mouth is soaked with a sneer, and his repressed anger doesn''t break out after all.
This kind of anger is not only to kill Zhang Fengnian and them, but also to Su Xinyue, because her temperament is so similar to Ji ningshuang. They are both high-ranking and hypocritical.
"I want you back on the right track, don''t be ..。”
"Do you have any relatives?" Ye Chen directly interrupts Su Xinyue''s words, a pair of congested eyes staring at her, as if questioning.
The words are interrupted, Su Xinyue eyebrows slightly frown, more do not know why Ye Chen asked such a question.
"If I hang up your relatives for a day and a night, will you kill me?" Ye Chen looked at Su Xinyue with a sneer, "if you will, don''t give me this false gesture of pity for all living beings."
"You ..。” Being scolded in public, Su Xinyue''s cheek was covered with a layer of frost.
At the moment, she is as indifferent as her, and her chest heaves violently. She is the first disciple of renyangfeng and a flower of hengyuezong. She has never been preached like this, and the other side is still an intern with a heavy breath.
On the stage, ye Chen has withdrawn his eyes and raised his lingering hand.
Zhao long will die if the hand is chopped down.
However, at this time, a strong momentum roared from the battlefield, instantly appeared on the platform, turned into a figure holding the dust.
This man, take a closer look, is not it Gehong, the first building of Diyang peak?