Chapter 14 Victory

boom!

His face was injured, and Zhao Long was staggered by a kick.

"This... this..." The disciples watching the battle below had their eyes wide open. The time for the battle on the stage was too short, so that they didn't even know how Zhao Long was confused. foot.

"Ye Chen, you should be damned." Zhao Long's roar sounded on the battlefield.

However, just as he stabilized his figure, Ye Chen had already attacked head-on.

"Kill." Zhao Long's face was a little scary, and he waved his palm and made a light-colored handprint.

"There are many flaws." Ye Chen sneered, the beast's heart was angry, and the tiger pounced, dodging the palm, and instantly killed Zhao Long.

"Being close to me is destined to be your sorrow."

The icy voice ran through the air, Ye Chen's blood was flowing rapidly all over his body, and the strength suppressed by his muscles and bones exploded instantly, and he punched Zhao Long on the chest.

puff!

Zhao Long spurted out a mouthful of blood, and Ye Chen's punch was not as powerful as he thought.

"You actually..."

"What am I?" Ye Chen didn't give Zhao Long time to react, so he bullied himself and killed him again.

He is like a beast going down the mountain, and the way out of the gloves is even more bizarre, sometimes like a tiger, sometimes like a ferocious ape, sometimes like a lion, sometimes like a wolf, grasping, slapping, tearing, using hands, feet, knees, shoulders, every joint in the body. The parts have become fierce weapons, and Zhao Long has been defeated, with fist marks, palm marks and footprints constantly on his body.

"This... what kind of play is this." On the stage, the disciples watching the battle were stunned for a moment. Ye Chen's play completely subverted their cognition.

What about gorgeous magic? What about fancy moves?

None of them, the most primitive fighting technique was used, but it was the most basic fighting technique, which caused Zhao Long to suffer again and again.

what……!

At this moment, Zhao Long's roar was all over the battlefield.

Not long ago, he was so powerful, and he prided himself on being a senior brother. At this moment, he was so embarrassed. In a head-to-head confrontation, his cultivation of the sixth level of Qi Condensation would be beaten by a heavy pressure.

Roar!

With a wolf's roar, interrupting the noise below, Zhao Long used a secret technique. His fist was wrapped in an illusory wolf's head. When he shot, there was a wolf's roar.

"Canglang Fist." The eyes of the surrounding spectators were full of fire, as if they had seen the power of Zhao Long's mysterious technique. "I didn't expect that the first seat of Diyang Peak would teach Zhao Long this secret technique." The fastest full text んττρs:/м.χ8㈠zщ.còм/

"Die!" Zhao Long raised his fist and punched with a ferocious expression on his face.

Run Thunder Palm!

Hearing a cold drink, Ye Chen waved his palms hard again, with thunder and lightning tearing between his palms and fingers, and the power was even more fierce and domineering.

boom!

Between fists and palms, there was a bang.

puff!

The sound of vomiting blood suddenly started, and Zhao Long was beaten and staggered back.

"How... how is that possible." Zhao Long looked at Ye Chen in disbelief while going backwards. He clearly felt that the domineering power contained in Ye Chen's palms and fingers was definitely not inferior to him.

Canglang Fist, it was one of the few secret techniques in Diyang Peak. It was known for its powerful attack. With this secret technique, he had defeated many outer disciples.

But now, it was broken from the front by a condensed intern disciple,

This is how he can not accept.

Is he really condensed?

At this moment, not only Zhao Long, but even the disciples watching the battle in the audience were in a trance for a moment.

"This kid is so weird." The audience was full of amazement, and the expression was incomparable.

"What? Still fighting?" Outside the crowd, a group of people rushed over again, needless to say, those who left the field before. At this moment, they heard that the winner had not yet been determined, and they all came back. When they saw the fierce Ye At the time of Chen, what he saw was stunned.

It's just, how do they know how deep Ye Chen's background is.

In the past, in the Zhengyang Sect, he was at the third level of condensing qi and fought with monsters, and at the fourth level of condensing qi, he fought with people at the Yuan level. After many times of experience, his actual combat ability was much stronger than Zhao Long.

At this moment, Ye Chen has a large-capacity Danhai, and the amount of infuriating qi is not inferior to that of Zhao Long. The powerful physical body after body refining is no less than Zhao Long's, and the overbearing beast who fights at close range is angry, so This duel was doomed to Zhao Long's defeat from the very beginning.

what…...

The audience was full of Zhao Long's roar, but no matter how angry he was, he was still suppressed by Ye Chen.

"It's over." With Ye Chen's loud roar, he stepped down and jumped up, the fierce and domineering Tianque was lifted above his head by him, the whole posture of smashing Huashan, the moves were neat and neat, without a hint of gorgeousness Arguably.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

hum!

The thick sky tower made the air buzzing.

Seeing this, Zhao Long Tan Ran's expression changed, and he hurriedly raised his golden sword to block, instilling a rolling infuriating energy into it.

bang!

Ye Chen slashed on the spirit sword with a sword.

boom!

Zhao Long, who was still standing the moment before, was half-kneeled to the ground by this sword, and he could even hear the sound of his arm bones breaking.

puff!

Immediately, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Zhao Long's mouth.

Quiet, surprisingly quiet.

Not long ago, the audience was noisy, but at this time, there was only the sound of breathing, and the scene on the stage made their expressions petrified.

Zhao Long, who was at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, was slashed to the ground by a sword from a trainee who was at the first level of Qi Condensation.

"you lose."

"This... this is impossible." Zhao Long roared, his legs trembling and he wanted to get up, but was suppressed by Ye Chen's sword.

"Your life can be ended." It was Ye Chen's icy voice that responded to Zhao Long.

At this moment, everyone in the audience woke up like a dream.

The stake is their own lives.

"This... this Ye Chen wouldn't really want to kill Zhao Long, can't he! Zhao Long is the first disciple of Diyang Peak. If this is slashed with a sword, he won't be able to survive."

"But I see Ye Chen's posture, but he wants to kill!"

"I'm a disciple of Diyang Peak, you dare to kill me?" Zhao Long roared hideously with his head raised, as if he didn't realize the situation at the moment.

In his eyes, any bet or life bet is all a joke. Although he loses, he will surrender his life without proof, because he has a strong backing, which is the capital of slander.

"If you dare to kill Senior Brother Zhao, Master will not spare you.. Forgive you." Below, the disciples who came to help out in Zhengyang shouted loudly, but no one dared to be intimidated by Ye Chen's strength. come up.

"Betting first, he must die." Ye Chen said coldly.

"This junior brother, it's just a discussion, you have to spare others and go around them." The indifferent voice sounded, and a female disciple in the crowd glanced at Ye Chen.

This female disciple is truly beautiful, her beautiful eyes are clear, the blue silk flows like water waves, and the white robe is swaying, like a blooming lotus flower, and all the male disciples present have a fiery light in their eyes.

"Su Xinyue of Renyang Peak."

"She actually came, I didn't see it before."

Ye Chen turned his head and stared at Su Xinyue, "Sister, if it was me, Ye Chen, who just lost, would you say the same thing?"

"Your intention to kill is too heavy, and it is difficult to achieve a positive result." Su Xinyue's expression was still indifferent. Although she stood in the crowd, she had an aloof attitude. Between the lines, Ye Chen's future path had been pronounced.

"Senior sister, do you want me to let him go?" Ye Chen sneered at the corners of his mouth, and the suppressed anger did not burst out after all.

This kind of anger is not only for Zhao Long's murder of Zhang Fengnian and the others, but also for Su Xinyue, because her temperament is so similar to Ji Ningshuang. Affectionate.

"I want you to return to the right path, don't be..."

"Do you have any relatives?" Ye Chen interrupted Su Xinyue's words directly, staring at her with bloodshot pupils, as if questioning.

The words were interrupted, Su Xinyue frowned slightly, and she didn't know why Ye Chen asked such a question.

"If I hang your relatives up and beat them for a day and a night, will you kill me?" Ye Chen seemed to question, looking at Su Xinyue with a sneer, "If you can, then show less mercy to Lao Tzu. The false posture of all beings."

"You..." Being reprimanded like this in public, Su Xinyue's cheeks instantly covered a layer of frost.

At this moment, she was as indifferent as her, and her chest couldn't help heaving violently. She was the first disciple of Renyang Peak, a flower of Hengyuezong. He had never received such a lecture, and the other party was an intern disciple of the first level of condensed energy.

On the stage, Ye Chen had already withdrawn his gaze and raised his palm that lingered with infuriating energy.

If this palm is chopped down, Zhao Long will die.

However, at this moment, a powerful momentum roared and instantly appeared on the battlefield, turning into a figure with a whisk in hand.

This person, if you take a closer look, isn't it the first Ge Hong on Diyang Peak?