Chapter 615: A Record that Is Hard to Break in 0 Years

"I didn't expect that the last three opponents would be the masters of the Great Dan Yuanjing."

"Unfortunately, if Zhao Feng didn't take care of himself and challenged the 100-game winning streak in one breath, there would still be some hope in the end.

Numerous spectators sighed, showing regret and regret.

at this time.

On Zhao Feng's forehead, there was some sweat oozing out, and his breathing was a little short.

There is no denying that even if Zhao Feng faces the general Great Dan Yuanjing, he still has a good chance of winning.

After all, there were quite a few opponents in the past, and their combat power could be raised to the level of an ordinary Venerable Lord in a short period of time.

"My true essence and bloodline power consume more than 70%..."

Zhao Feng looked at the opponent in front of him.

That flower-haired old man has a cultivation base as high as the middle stage of the Great Dan Yuanjing, which is already the highest cultivation base limit in the rules.

"There are still three opponents left, and we still have to fight quickly."

Zhao Feng's eyes flickered.

"Start." The referee waved.

Tiebi Jiangshan

When the flower-haired old man waved his hand, a layer of light and shadow on the mountain wall, a layer of copper walls and golden mountains and rivers, suddenly replaced the heaven and earth environment, majestic and magnificent.

Boom boom

The Huafa old man did not slacken, and he was steadfast in his pursuit of victory. The offensive of the "iron wall", first defending and then attacking, steadily oppressed Zhao Feng.

"Hmph, your esteemed lord, you are actually shameless, and you are fighting a war of attrition with the captain."

There was a trace of contempt and resentment on Li Yunya's face.

It is not difficult to see that the flower-haired old man is trying to hold back Zhao Feng, and his hope of winning is not strong.

"Water Spirit"

A layer of dark blue water swelled from Zhao Feng's body, showing a strange twist and overlap, his body swayed like a liquid, and there were traces of water ripples.

boom

In an instant, Zhao Feng's body was liquefied and transformed into a "Water Spirit Giant".

boom boom boom boom

The turbulent offensive of the Huafa old man's mountains and rivers was like a stone sinking into the sea, ignored by Zhao Feng and passed through.

In the state of "water spirit transforming into a god", Zhao Feng's defense is invincible, and his physical attack contains infinite power.

"break"

The water spirit giant that Zhao Feng transformed into, pushing with his fists and palms, every time he attacked, the surging dark blue water light was like a vast impact like an ancient torrent.

In the deep blue water light, some mysterious floating totems appeared faintly, and the breath was huge.

With the continuous absorption of the immemorial breath of the dream, Zhao Feng's bloodline constitution has undergone unknown changes.

Cry bang

Under the frontal shock, the flower-haired old man burst back again and again.

After two or three blows, the flower-haired old man spit out a mouthful of blood and supported him.

"The breath of the ancient times? Could it be that Zhao Feng's bloodline inheritance also came from the 'Prime Ancient Ten Thousand Clan Ranking', otherwise how could he have such a powerful formidable power."

Palace Master Yongfeng fell into contemplation.

at this time.

bang bang

The formation on the arena shook violently, and the flower-haired old man flew out backwards.

"It must be the Primordial Ten Thousand Clan List..."

The flower-haired old man was pale and shocked.

Being defeated by a Xiaodan Yuanjing Venerable, under normal circumstances, he cannot accept it.

But if.

The other party is a mythical bloodline with the "Immortal Ancient Clan Ranking", so even if he loses, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

boom

Zhao Feng regained his flesh and blood and said indifferently: "Your Excellency has lifted it up. There is still a slight gap between Zhao's bloodline inheritance and the bloodline of the Primordial Ten Thousand Clan List."

Zhao Feng has seen the bloodline strength of the Primordial Ten Thousand Clan Ranking.

In all fairness.

Zhao Feng's current blood aura, the kind of suppression of ordinary blood, is no longer inferior to the Primordial Ten Thousand Clan Ranking.

However, Zhao Feng believes that there is still a slight gap between Jiang Fan's bloodline strength.

"My bloodline power, constantly absorbing the immemorial dream breath, will sooner or later be on a par with the mythical bloodline on the Primordial Ten Thousand Clan List."

Zhao Feng's heart was surging.

He clearly remembered that the first time he faced Jiang Fan's bloodline aura, his bloodline strength was suppressed.

But now.

The blood aura in Zhao Feng's body was no different from Jiang Fan's a year ago.

"The ninety-ninth game."

The referee's gaze towards Zhao Feng was completely different.

In the arena, the fiery atmosphere rose again, and some spectators held their breath.

"I didn't expect that even the venerable master of Great Dan Yuan was defeated by Zhao Feng."

Everyone underestimated Zhao Feng's strength.

Even the official powerhouses of the arena, and even the hall masters of the eternal seal, are no exception.

Arena, Game 99.

"Zhao Feng, you are indeed very strong, and the little girl admires you."

A bright and moving woman in red robe, she is polite and elegant.

"It's a pity that your bloodline is depleted right now. Even if you can defeat me, you are not destined to win the 100th game."

The red-robed woman said a little regretfully.

She analyzed that only 10% of Zhao Feng's bloodline true essence remained.

Zhao Feng stood there, his expression as usual.

His life physique is very powerful, and his resilience is comparable to some of the mythical bloodlines of the Primordial Ten Thousand Clan Ranking.

"Flame Phoenix"

The red-robed woman saw this and attacked quickly, bathing her whole body in a splendid flame, like a firework phoenix, with the earth-shattering phoenix roar, rushing towards Zhao Feng.

In terms of attack power, this red-robed woman is a bit stronger than the previous Hua-haired old man.

"Water Spirit"

Without hesitation, Zhao Feng activated his bloodline power and turned into a water giant.

This time, Zhao Feng felt a sense of emptiness after his entire body turned into a giant liquid.

whistling

The water spirit giant is invincible, and the offensive is like the impact of the ancient torrent, taking the lead in suppressing the red-robed woman.

Well

In that blue water light fist and palm shadow, some mysterious floating shadow totems emerged, exuding a huge atmosphere from the ancient times.

"Even my Yanfeng bloodline has been suppressed..."

The women in red robes clashed for several rounds, and their blood was tumbling.

After ten face-to-face.

"Bang"

The red-robed woman was blasted out of the arena by the water spirit giant.

Off the field, there was an uproar.

Ninety-nine consecutive victories

Countless spectators were excited.

Om boo

The moment Zhao Feng landed, he regained his flesh and blood, his body swayed, and his standing was unsteady.

"captain"

Li Yunya's complexion changed greatly.

on the arena.

Zhao Feng's face was pale, his bloodline was depleted, and he was barely able to stabilize his body.

"Bloodline power and true essence are exhausted..."

With a strong will, Zhao Feng stabilized his body and seized the time to try to recover a little in his body.

now.

There was silence in the arena.

Numerous powerhouses watched Zhao Feng helplessly, reaching the peak of ninety-nine consecutive victories.

Is it going to fall short at this last moment?

"Tsk tsk, junior, if it wasn't for you to challenge the 100-game winning streak in one breath, then you would have succeeded.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, Zhao Feng is no longer able to fight.

What's more, the characters who appear at the end are also changing existences.

"It's a pity..."

A straight man in black stepped onto the stage.

This black-clothed man's eyes were as bright as stars, and his face was as perfect as marble.

"Duan Tianjun"

"It turned out to be him, the winner of a hundred consecutive victories a hundred years ago."

In the arena, a few people recognized the identity of the man in black.

It was him

Some veterans and powerhouses recalled Duan Tianjun's legendary deeds.

"One hundred years ago, Duan Tianjun won the 100-game winning streak in the Yongfeng Arena with his cultivation in the late stage of Xiaodan Yuanjing."

"Twenty years ago, this Heavenly Sovereign broke through the level of the venerable lord, and once defeated three Great Dan Yuanjing venerable lords in a row, it was a sensation."

On the field, there were some boos.

At this moment.

Duan Tianjun became the focus of countless eyes, and it seemed that at that moment, he took away the aura of the original protagonist.

"Zhao Feng, I watched your previous battles. If you are at your peak, you can still fight with me. It's a pity..."

Duan Tianjun shook his head.

He also admired Zhao Feng's combat power.

If Zhao Feng hadn't been a big boss and wanted to take a breath and complete a hundred consecutive victories, he wouldn't have fallen into such an embarrassing situation.

Even Duan Tianjun, it took four or five days to complete a hundred consecutive victories a hundred years ago.

and.

At that time, the blockers of the hundred consecutive victories were not so fierce this time.

"Duan Tianjun, there is no suspense in the outcome."

Zhao Feng smiled lightly.

Even if his bloodline's true essence is basically exhausted, he still looks like he has a bamboo in his chest.

This statement came out.

In the arena, there was another shock.

"Does he still have any trump cards? But his bloodline true essence has already been depleted."

The old man in the robe froze.

Even the Palace Master Yongfeng couldn't help being curious, showing a thoughtful look.

"True essence, bloodline power, all exhausted..."

According to the rules of the arena, some special props, such as False God shelter, cannot be used.

"No, this Zhao Feng's soul power doesn't consume much."

Palace Master Yongfeng's thoughts flew over.

Ordinary people will ignore the soul level, but Yongfeng Palace Master, as a half-step king, is in the stage of soul transformation.

at this time.

On the arena, a sudden change occurred.

"Phantom Eyes"

The young man in the field of vision had blue hair flying, and his left eye turned into an endless icy abyss, exuding a powerful and deadly seductive force.

Duan Tianjun was shocked.

swish

The next moment, his mind and thoughts were pulled away.

on the arena.

Zhao Feng's left eye looked at Duan Tianjun for a breath or two, the latter struggling and dripping with cold sweat.

After two breaths.

thump

Duan Tianjun fell to the ground, exhausted, with endless shame and helplessness on his face.

wow

The entire arena erupted with a torrent-like sound.

"how come……"

Only then did the old man feel that the fluctuations in the power of the soul and soul emitted by Zhao Feng were stronger and more solid than the general Great Dan Yuanjing Lord.

"My soul absorbs the immemorial aura of the dream realm, grows stronger and solid, and is slightly stronger than this Heavenly Monarch. If I use my full power to use the eyes of the gods, few people can resist at the level of the Great Dan Yuanjing."

Zhao Feng stood proudly, his blue hair and left eye gradually returned to normal black.

"His Eye"

Palace Master Yongfeng's heart trembled slightly. He had only seen such a powerful bloodline eye pupil in the Holy Land of the Spirit Realm.

"That kid, it's too deep to hide"

The old man in clothes couldn't help taking a deep breath.

No one expected that Zhao Feng was still hiding his strongest bloodline pupils.

If it wasn't for the blocker this time, he was too strong, and he might not even be able to test Zhao Feng's true strength.

"The miracle creator of a hundred consecutive victories - Zhao Feng."

The referee woke up like a dream, and this was announced in the voice of a mountain torrent.

"This is not only the creation of a hundred consecutive victories, but also the competition of two hundred consecutive victories."

"In two days, he won a hundred consecutive victories in one breath. This is definitely a record that will never be broken in a thousand years.

Inside the arena, there was a lot of noise and discussions.

"Wonderful."

Unconsciously, the Palace Master Yongfeng stood up and stared at Zhao Feng.