Chapter 1695 Ye Chenfeng vs Huang Wutian

"Zuwen, Qingyun had such a trump card that day!"

Seeing the scene where Tian Qingyun summoned the ancestral pattern and defeated Yue Yeming, Ye Chenfeng frowned tightly together, feeling pity for Yue Yeming, and even more surprised by Tian Qingyun's heritage.

It is extremely difficult to condense such ancestral patterns. It not only requires a lot of blood essence of ancestral masters, but also takes a long time to refine. More importantly, condensing ancestral patterns into treasures and exerting the strongest ancestral rhyme has a very high failure rate. High, very few ancestral masters are willing to waste time refining ancestral rhyme ancestral patterns.

"Devil, with your current strength, can you resist Zu Yun Zu Wen attack?"

Looking at the ancestral pattern still depicted in the ancient scroll that Tian Qingyun put away, Ye Chenfeng immediately communicated with the demon spirit in the Sword of Sealing Demons, and transmitted his voice.

"I can't resist it!" The devil's voice transmission responded.

"But I have to ask you to resist, and I must resist? If I can't resist, I may die, and your hope of revival will also be dashed!" Ye Chenfeng continued to transmit.

"You kid... don't you think you've settled for me!" the demon said angrily.

"Demon, you have to be clear, you and I are grasshoppers on a rope. If I have an accident, you will never be spared. Also, the next two battles are of great significance to me. I can only win the final championship and get the ancestors Only with Dan and Chaos Stone can you further improve your strength, go to the depths of the Xinghai Sea, suppress the demonic power, and let you use his body to resurrect!" Ye Chenfeng told the demon of the stake, seeking his greatest help.

"Hey, well, if I stimulate the power of the Demon Sealing Sword at all costs, I should be able to resist an Ancestral Rhyme Ancestral Mark. After that, I may need to be weak for a long time to slowly recover!"

The devil pinned his hope of resurrection on Ye Chenfeng, and he didn't want anything to happen to him. In desperation, the devil gave in.

"Don't worry, I won't expose you unless I have to!"

After receiving the promise of the demon, Ye Chenfeng calmed down, adjusted his breath silently, and waited for the semi-final between himself and Huang Wutian.

"Tian Qingyun, I lost this battle, but I didn't lose to you, but to your God Celestial Clan. Sooner or later, I will wash away today's shame!"

Yue Yeming took back Sansheng Young Stone, glanced at Tian Qingyun unwillingly, left a sentence, turned and flew back to the stand.

"Ye Ming, are you alright!"

Looking at Yue Yeming, whose clothes were dyed red with blood and severely injured, Lingyu's heart tightened and she asked with concern.

"Don't worry, Sansheng Youshi helped me resolve most of the ancestral patterns of Zu Yun, and my body is fine!" Yue Yeming said with a smile.

After he finished speaking, he took a Heaven-reaching Sacred Pill and used the majestic medicinal power of the Heaven-reaching Sacred Pill to heal the serious injuries caused by the ancestral marks.

"Now, let's go to the second round of semifinals!"

After the white-haired old man repaired the cracks around the fighting platform, he announced loudly.

"Brother Chenfeng, come on, you will definitely defeat that lawless guy!" Lingyu clenched his small fist and whispered Ye Chenfeng vigorously.

"Don't worry, he will definitely lose!"

Although Huang Wutian defeated Ling Yuxin and showed amazing combat power, Ye Chenfeng, who had cultivated his fighting body to the fourth level, greatly improved his strength. He was completely confident to defeat Huang Wutian and enter the finals.

"Brother Ye, come on, we will always support you!"

Zhan Shishi and others also started cheering for Ye Chenfeng.

"I'm going!"

Ye Chenfeng directed at Xia Wendie, Zhan Shishi and others nodded, and flew up into the sky, leaping down the sky-wall-like stand, with a piercing sound of breaking the air, and flew down to the fighting stage.

"boom!"

Ye Chenfeng just flew down to the martial arts platform, and Huang Wutian also flew down, and the moment he fell, an unparalleled aura erupted from his body, and he attacked Ye Chenfeng like a mountain, trying to knock him back. , make him embarrassed.

However, under the impact of Huang Wutian's release, Ye Chenfeng was as motionless as a rock, unaffected by it.

"I didn't expect you to make it to the semifinals, it's surprising!"

Huang Wutian looked at Ye Chenfeng with contempt, and didn't take him seriously at all.

"I found that your nonsense is not ordinary!" Touching Huang Wutian's contemptuous eyes, Ye Chenfeng was not angry, and responded lightly.

"Why, you thought you could fight against me by defeating Mo Yichen, and I'll let you know right away, what is despair!"

Huang Wutian's eyes showed a stern look, and the fighting spirit in his body became stronger and stronger.

"I am waiting!"

With a thought, Ye Chenfeng summoned the Demon Sealing Sword and quietly waited for the match to start.

With the death of the white-haired old man, the second semi-final was staged.

"Boy, bear my crush!"

Huang Wutian roared violently, holding a Fang Tianhua halberd weighing hundreds of millions of kilograms, and slashed at Ye Chenfeng with the momentum of opening up the world.

With a halberd, terrifying power erupted in his body. In an instant, Huang Wutian's body surged with more than 20 billion kilograms of power. He waved Fang Tianhua halberd to chop down the mountains, and he could split the mountains in two. Half.

"Nine Transformations Divine Transformation!"

He was attacked by Huang Wutian's pure power, but Ye Chenfeng did not dodge.

"Bang!"

The two heavy treasures collided, and a deafening collision sound broke out immediately, and endless firelight shone in the void, piercing the eyes.

Simply competing for physical strength, Ye Chenfeng is far inferior to Huang Wutian, who refines Dacheng Gods and Demons, but the level of the Demon Sealing Sword is far higher than that of Fang Tianhua Halberd. With the ancestral lines in the Demon Sealing Sword, Ye Chenfeng resisted abruptly. After living in Huang Wutian, he fell back to Fangtian to draw a halberd, and he was on an equal footing.

"What, that Ye Chenfeng simply relied on strength to resist Huang Wutian's attack!"

"Oh my God, that Ye Chenfeng's body is so powerful!"

Huang Wutian claimed to be the first in this battle, even if Tian Qingyun was not as strong as his physical body, but in the power competition, Ye Chenfeng did not show weakness, which made many people cry out in surprise.

With a reckless blow, Ye Chenfeng and Huang Wutian moved at the same time, and the two broke out billions of strength again, waving their heavy treasures to fight together.

"Dong dong dong!"

When the two fought fiercely with each other's strength, a terrifying divine bell seemed to appear in the entire martial arts platform, with a deafening explosion.

"God and Demon Hegemony!"

The burst of amazing strength could not suppress Ye Chenfeng, Huang Wutian gradually lost his patience, stimulated the power of the body's blood, and transformed into the most powerful god and demon body of the Huangtian family, and abruptly increased his strength to 30 billion pounds , completely crushed Ye Chenfeng.

"I want to see if you can resist my attack!"

The power is like an erupting volcano soaring rapidly. Huang Wutian holds the Fangtian painting halberd and continues to attack. The ferocious halberd shadows tear apart the void, like the falling mountains, suppressing Ye Chenfeng's offensive and forcing him to keep fighting. retreat,

"Hongmeng bloodline, burn!"

The offensive was suppressed, and his arms were injured by the increasingly fierce halberd shadows. Ye Chenfeng decisively burned the blood of Hongmeng, and instantly increased his strength by three times, reaching nearly 60 billion kilograms of force, completely crushing it. King without heaven.

"boom!"

Feng Mojian and Fang Tian Hua Ji collided together, and a power of nearly 60 billion kilograms erupted in an instant. Through Fang Tian Hua Ji, it poured into Huang Wutian's body, numbing his arms, and the tiger's mouth even leaked. There was a lot of blood.

"what!"

Huang Wutian, whose body was out of control, widened his eyes, unable to believe that Ye Chenfeng had crushed him in terms of strength.

With one sword, Ye Chenfeng took advantage of the victory to pursue and attacked, constantly bursting with the strongest power, holding the Demon Sealing Sword fiercely slashing the emperor.

At this time, Ye Chenfeng's attack was like a rolling wave, one wave stronger than another, the ferocious offensive completely overwhelmed Huang Wutian, forcing him to retreat steadily.

"Damn it, this Ye Chenfeng actually relied on strength to suppress Huang Wutian. His strength is too perverted!"

"Amazing, in a month, this Ye Chenfeng is even more powerful than when he fought Mo Yichen, I can't imagine it!"

Watching Ye Chenfeng continue to launch ferocious attacks to suppress Huang Wutian, the sound of gasping continued to sound in the stands, regretted by Ye Chenfeng's amazing power.

"Desolate stone, fusion!"

Seeing that Huang Wutian was forced to the edge of the martial arts platform by Ye Chenfeng's ferocious attack, he decisively merged into the precious stone, abruptly raised his realm to a two-star god, and raised his own strength to 60 billion kilograms of force.

"I want your life!"

Huang Wutian rushed to the crown in anger, he roared, suppressed the tumbling qi and blood, exploded 60 billion catties of force, and slashed towards Ye Chenfeng with the Fang Tianhua halberd, and the halberd shattered the heavy sword shadow and blocked Ye Chen. Ferocious wind attack.

"I'm so angry, your belly is too small!"

Although Huang Wutian's combat power has soared more than ten times, there is no trace of panic on Ye Chenfeng's face.

He instantly fused the Divine Blood Bead and the Primordial Primordial Bead, raising his own strength to the extreme of a Taoist star, holding the Demon Sealing Sword and continuing to attack Huang Wutian, fighting with him to the death.