Chapter 1682: Winner, Ye Liu

Boom...boom...boom...

In the air, the phantom of Beiyin Building slammed down with a stick.

It looks like a phantom, but in reality, every blow of a stick will cause the air to burst and the space to collapse.

And Ye Liu, who was fighting against him, frowned because he clearly felt that every time he blocked a stick, the force of the stick would increase.

At the beginning, with dozens of sticks, he could easily block it.

But gradually, his arms started to go numb, and there was even a trace of blood spilling out of his palms.

"Beijing Yinzong's strongest martial skill, the Hundred Split Cudgel, really lives up to its reputation." Ye Liu frowned and muttered to himself.

The next second, whoosh... Ye Liu's figure instantly disappeared in place.

His speed is extremely fast, and his footwork is also extremely mysterious.

Beiyindong's phantom couldn't keep up with his speed at all, let alone hit it.

"Only by your physical skills, you will undoubtedly lose this battle." In the air, a phantom of the North Hidden Buildings spoke in unison, and there was contempt in their voices.

On the spectator seats.

Ran Qi frowned, "Ye Liu, this idiot, just avoiding him is useless."

"The reason why the Hundred Splits Stick is strong is because the power of each stick will soar out of thin air."

"As it comes, the speed of the bombing stick falling will be faster."

"After the hundred sticks are exhausted, the power of the last stick has at least increased dozens of times."

"What he should do now is to find a way to break the hundred cracking sticks as soon as possible, and let Bei Yindong defeat him before he can finish the hundred cracking sticks."

Xiao Yi glanced at it and shook his head.

"Hundred-split stick, it really lives up to its reputation."

"Hundred sticks are continuous, each stick is a stick, and the power of each stick is superimposed on the power of the previous stick, and the momentum is integrated."

"After the hundred sticks are exhausted, the last stick, the power and momentum, will accumulate to the extreme, and one stick will shock the sky."

"But if you want to break the stick, there is nothing you can do."

"What can I do?" Ran Qi frowned and looked at Xiao Yi.

"That's right." Xiao Yi nodded, "The Black Rock Swinging Golden Cudgel hit by Beiyindong, in addition to the strength of the stick, also contains the strength of the stick."

"If you want to break the stick, you must endure all the force and force of the stick."

"What's the difference between this and the shocking power of enduring the last blow?"

"There is no solution to this hundred cracking sticks; the only half point is to keep avoiding, or keep bearing until the last stick falls."

Xiao Yi's tone became more dignified, "Beijing Yinzong has such unpredictable martial arts, I'm afraid it's a hegemonic force, and it's not enough to describe this sect."

As far as the power and subtlety of this Hundred Split Stick is concerned, Xiao Yi even dares to be sure that it is more powerful and subtle than any martial skill in the Eighteen Palaces.

The only one who can compete with it or even crush it is the Ye Sheng Liujue of Ye Sheng Mansion.

Ran Qi frowned, "I admit that your strength and vision are indeed very strong."

"But you said before that, in the victory or defeat, between four and six points, Ye Liu accounted for six."

"But now that you say that, isn't Ye Liu defeated?"

"No." Xiao Yi smiled indifferently, but didn't say any more.

Within the circle of swords.

At this time, Beiyindong's stick strength has soared, and it has completely broken through the category of the peerless 9992 Dao.

On the contrary, Ye Liu completely fell behind.

After dozens of seconds.

In the air, the phantoms of Beiyin Building suddenly merged.

Beiyin Building, fell from the sky, and slammed down with a stick.

This stick is extremely violent, and it is approaching the extreme.

Below, Ye Liu's pupils shrank, he knew that he couldn't avoid this stick.

"Ye Sheng's Palm." Ye Liu put out his hands and blocked with all his strength.

boom…

The stick and the palm finally touch.

That roar exploded to the extreme.

At that moment, almost everyone present roared in their ears.

In the audience, except for Aodonglou, Xiao Yi, and a few people, hundreds of thousands of warriors covered their ears almost at the same moment unconsciously, with ugly expressions on their faces.

after a few seconds.

The roar fell.

Beiyindong's figure is still fixed in the air with a stick.

Ye Liu took the stick, but the corner of his mouth was full of blood.

In that elegant son's suit, the blood on the clothes is extremely eye-catching.

Under his feet, the sword palace formation foundation actually appeared to be half-split.

"What a strong stick." The surrounding warriors put down their hands covering their ears, and their faces were full of disbelief.

"No, it should be said, what a terrible stick."

"The Northern Hidden Sect is worthy of being the No. 1 hegemonic force in the Central Territory, even above the Eighteen Palaces."

"Although Ye Liu is strong, he is no match for this Beiyin Building."

Within the circle of swords.

Beiyindong smiled proudly, "You can pick me up with a hundred cracking stick, Ye Liu, you really have some skills."

"At least, it's not as useless as the rumors from the outside world."

"However, you are going to lose after all."

The pride and pride in Bei Yindong's eyes exploded to the extreme in an instant.

Ye Liu, holding the stick with both hands, suddenly smiled, "Martial skills, secret techniques, body techniques, holy weapons, you have already used it all."

"This should be your strongest strength."

"Then, you can also lose."

"What?" Bei Yindong frowned.

In the viewing seat, Xiao Yi glanced at him and smiled secretly in his heart.

He knew that the good show had only begun now.

Within the circle of swords.

Ye Liu blocked the stick with both hands, and suddenly, when he closed his palms, he was holding the stick with both hands.

"Get down."

With a cold drink, Beiyin Building was forcibly pulled down to the ground.

"drink."

Ye Liu took the first two steps, and his hand went up with the stick.

"Want to grab a stick? Overcome..." Bei Yindong sneered.

But before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

Above Ye Liu's hands, Yuan force came out layer by layer, like the waves of a big river, surging and overlapping.

"How could it be, it's the Beiyin Yuanjin of my Beiyin Sect." Beiyindong's expression changed.

Snapped…

Ye Liu's figure had already advanced to Beiyindong with the stick, and then slapped it out with a palm.

In the palm of his hand, Yuan Force surged, it was Beiyin Yuan Force.

Bei Yindong couldn't react in time, and was shaken back a dozen steps, and the stick in his hand also let go.

Ye Liu took the stick with one hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the other.

whoosh…

The next second, the figure disappeared out of thin air.

When he appeared again, it was already a blow from the sky.

swoosh...swish...swish...

In the air, phantoms appeared out of thin air.

The phantom, under the hammer, the power continues to soar.

"How is it possible, my Beiyin Sect's Hundred Cracks Stick?" Beiyindong's face changed drastically for the first time.

The surrounding warriors watching the match also widened their eyes, "How can the Young Palace Master of Ye Sheng's Palace also be the Hundred Split Cudgel of the Northern Yin Sect?"

On the other side of the spectator table.

Ran Qi was shocked, "This guy, just now learning now?"

"Is Ye Liu's talent really terrifying to such an extent?"

"A guy who was rumored to be a swinger and shameless in the past, is this his true face?"

Xiao Yi smiled indifferently and said nothing.

He knew that this hundred cracked stick, although Ye Liuxian learned to now.

But the real reason lies in Ye Shengliujue's palm and body.

Within the circle of swords.

After dozens of seconds.

Ye Liu's figures all overlapped.

Then, a shocking stick hit the ground.

The power of the bombing is even more so than the North Hidden Building.

Boom...a shocking sound.

Everyone, covered their ears again.

Wait for the bang to fall.

Inside the sword circle, Ye Liu was the only one left, holding the stick proudly.

A gust of breeze blew, and the clothes were elegant, and a faint smile appeared on the already handsome face.

Outside the sword circle, Beiyindong, already covered in blood, fainted.

"This battle, the winner, Ye Shengfu, Ye Liu."

The announcement of the Sword Palace referee resounded throughout the audience.

Second more.

(End of this chapter)