Yang Hui stood in the ring and glanced at the audience, there were more than 100 people on both sides, and Huang Fuqing was naturally the leader on his side, plus some middle-level people, as well as subordinates like Li Chi and Wu Tian, who were brought by himself and others.

The other party was a cold middle-aged man, and after he came on the field, he directly summoned flames, which was actually a fire-based ability, and these flames actually turned into the shape of various animals, rushing towards Yang Hui with teeth and claws. Yang Hui was about to act, he suddenly felt something, clasped his hands in front of his chest, closed his eyes, and the flames stopped in front of Yang Hui's eyes. No matter how the other party urged, there was no advance in the slightest, and the audience watched this scene in amazement.

The flames began to roll backwards, heading towards the side of the initiator, more ferocious and violent than the momentum that had come before. The man was instantly surrounded by flames, let out a scream, fell to the ground without moving, and immediately someone lifted the man down the platform.

Everyone was stunned, it stands to reason that Yang Hui and his opponent have about the same status in their own organization, and their skills should be about the same, and even many people think that Yang Hui, who has not long been Chenlong, should be weaker, but what should have been a fierce confrontation turned into a second kill.

"What's the matter, is Lord Chenlong so powerful?" Li Chi shouted with his eyes shining with brilliance. Mao Tu, who happened to be on the side, laughed, "That's not the case, Chenlong's ability hasn't improved much, it's just that he seems to have extraordinary talent and control over the fire system, and he actually directly controls the other party's ability, and the other party sends out the fire ability to lift a stone and shoot himself in the foot." ”

The snake who was watching this scene not far away nodded: "I didn't expect Chenlong's comprehension of flames to have reached this level, and the flames between heaven and earth are used by him. ”

The opponent's flames attacked just now, and Yang Hui felt that the red beads in his body actually had a wonderful connection with these flames, and it seemed that he could control them, so he manipulated these flames to hit back with his backhand, but he didn't expect the effect to be so good.

There is also a blue bead corresponding to the water system in his body, does that mean that in the future, he will have an almost overwhelming advantage in the face of the same level of water and fire powers, take a deep breath, suppress the excitement in his heart, Yang Hui arched his hand in the direction of Muto Ayaka and said: "Miss Muto, I'm sorry, I didn't stop for a while, okay, let's start the next game quickly." ”

Ayaka Muto's face was so dark that ink was dripping.

A bald man walked up, "Your fire-based ability is indeed very powerful, almost a nightmare of the same lineage, if I am also a fire-type, then I guess I will have to admit defeat directly, but unfortunately it will be you who will die today." Yang Hui couldn't help but sigh that it seems that Chinese is very popular in Japan, and the person in front of him can speak Chinese, and the Muto brothers and sisters can also speak it.

"Restraint, restraint, you must remember your position in the miracle of strength, and you must not show it. Yang Hui secretly warned himself in his heart at this time, what he had shown just now was a bit exaggerated, but the other party was a fire-based powerhouse, but he also said it in the past, so you should pay attention to this.

If the other party can know that Yang Hui's inner thoughts at this time are worrying about how to suppress his strength and play a good show, I don't know if he will faint to death in anger.

The bald man was like a spider spinning silk, and white silk threads emerged from all over his body, each silk thread was the thickness of a finger, and these silk threads continued to run towards Yang Hui's body, Yang Hui's hands appeared in flames, and he grabbed a silk thread that had reached his eyes, and the silk thread began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a large pile of silk threads came from all directions, and these silk threads rolled up around Yang Hui in circles, slowly forming a huge cocoon, surrounding Yang Hui in it.

There are constantly silk threads covering the surface of the cocoon, making the cocoon look thicker, and a trace of worry flashed on Huang Fuqing's face below, and the last sheep said softly: "Miss, I have heard of this hall master, it is a very powerful person in the Muto family, it is said that his silk thread is a little special, and the person wrapped in the silk thread will slowly become anesthetized, lose his five senses, and finally suffocate to death, let's wait a minute, if Chenlong doesn't come out, then we will announce surrender, I rushed up to save him,"

Huang Fuqing nodded, and the worry in his eyes deepened a little......

Yang Hui was in a white space, just now he was wrapped in the silk thread released by the bald man, the silk thread that wrapped himself was still flowing, a strange smell came from the silk thread, Yang Hui was dizzy for a moment, the speed of the air flow in his body accelerated a little, it seemed to crush something in an instant, and he also regained consciousness.

With this burst of smell, something kept entering his body and being crushed, Yang Hui turned the red beads in his body, and in an instant, the surroundings were filled with flames.

The onlookers outside saw that the white ball that wrapped Yang Hui was rotating slowly, and time passed minute by minute, without the slightest movement, Huang Fuqing stood up, ready to announce that he would admit defeat and let the last sheep hurry up to save Yang Hui, a large area of flames appeared on the outside of the white ball, as if a fireball wrapped the ball.

The burning sound of "Zizi" resounded in the venue, and Yang Hui appeared in front of everyone with a full body bathed in flames, like a god in a trance.

The floor of the ring was covered with silk threads, which had been burned black.

The bald man's eyes froze when he saw this scene, and silk threads continued to emerge from his body, and swept towards Yang Hui who was rushing towards this side again.

Two flames suddenly appeared in front of the bald man, the bald man fell backwards, dodging one of them, and the other collided with the white silk thread in front of him, and the white silk thread was knocked to the side with green smoke, and then the flames hit the bald man's chest.

At the same time, the white silk thread circled around from behind, wrapped around Yang Hui's waist, and the silk thread began to shake significantly, driving Yang Hui to throw it into the air, and then smashed it on the ground, just like a person wielding a hammer, lifting the hammer again and again and smashing it down, and now this hammer is Yang Hui.

Finally, the surrounding flames burned the silk threads that wrapped around Yang Hui, and he fell to the ground again, struggling to get up, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. And the bald man on the opposite side also stood up from the ground, his chest was a little scorched, his expression was very painful, and his face was a little distorted to look at Yang Hui.

The two men on the field looked like they had been hurt lightly, panting and looking at each other. Both of them walked forward at the same time, and there were many fewer white silk threads emerging from the bald man's body, and these silk threads fluttered like wicker and constantly whipped Yang Hui's body. And the flames around Yang Hui also became the size of small stones, and these flames also rushed to the bald man's body again and again.

The two slowly approached, not dodging each other's attacks at all, attacking each other wholeheartedly, their expressions becoming weaker and weaker, but they showed a firmness.

Huang Fuqing lowered his head when he saw this scene, and the rabbit in the distance did laugh: "Haha, Chenlong has won." ”

"Why, Lord Mao Rabbit" asked Li Chi with puzzlement.

"Do you know what is the most powerful thing about Chenlong?"

"Is it Lord Chenlong's ability to control the fire system?"

"No, it's his ability to resist hits, he's like a Xiao Qiang who can't be beaten, every time he looks like he's going to fall, the last person standing must be him, and the other party actually wants to fight with the same idea, then he will definitely lose. ”

Hearing Mao Tu's answer, Li Chi looked at Yang Hui, who was a little tired in the ring, he wanted to throw himself into his arms last night but was rejected by him, after so many years of miracles, with his own qualifications, he has indeed committed to many big people, these people have gained happiness, and they have also obtained the resources and care of cultivation, it can be said that they take what they need.

And Chen Long firmly rejected himself last night, obviously he had seen him for a moment and his eyes were a little confused, but in the end he resolutely refused, he rejected himself and did not feel ashamed, but he would be a little embarrassed when he faced him again. Lord Chenlong is really a good person, he must win, at this moment, Li Chi sincerely hopes that Yang Hui will win......

The two people on the stage walked very slowly, and the attacks fell on the two of them again and again, and the corners of many people's mouths twitched, but the parties were still approaching as if they were fine.

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