Bang!

His face was injured, and Zhao Long was kicked and stumbled.

"This... This...... The disciples watching the battle below had their eyes widened, and the confrontation time on the stage was so short that they didn't even react, and they didn't even know how Zhao Long was kicked in a daze.

"Ye Chen, you should die. Zhao Long's roar immediately sounded on the battle platform.

It's just that he has just stabilized his figure, and Ye Chen has already attacked head-on.

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

"It's full of flaws. Ye Chen sneered, and the beast was furious, and the tiger pounced, dodged that palm, and instantly killed in front of Zhao Long.

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

The cold voice flowed through the air, Ye Chen was already covered in blood and flowing rapidly, and the suppressed power of his muscles and bones exploded instantly, and a punch smashed on Zhao Long's chest.

Burst!

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

"You're ...... ”

"What am I doing. Ye Chen didn't give Zhao Long time to react, and bullied himself again.

He is like a fierce beast coming down the mountain, and the way out of the gloves is even more weird, sometimes like a tiger, sometimes like a fierce ape, sometimes like a lion, sometimes like a wolf, grabbing, patting, tearing, hands and feet, knees, shoulders and using together, every joint part of the body has become a fierce weapon, and Zhao Long is defeated and retreated, and his fist prints, palm prints and footprints are continuous.

"It's... What kind of play is this. On the stage, the disciples watching the battle were stunned, and Ye Chen's style of play completely subverted their cognition.

What about the gorgeous occult arts?

There was none of them, and the most primitive fighting techniques were used, but it was the most basic fighting technique, which made Zhao Long suffer again and again.

Yes......!

At this moment, the battle platform was full of Zhao Long's roar.

Not long ago, he was unbeatable and boasted of being a senior brother, but at this moment, he was so embarrassed, facing off head-on, his cultivation of the six heavens of condensation would be beaten by a condensation of qi.

Roar!

With a wolf's roar, interrupting the hustle and bustle below, Zhao Long used his secret technique, his fist was already wrapped in an illusory wolf head, and when he made a move, there was a wolf's roar.

"Blue Wolf Fist. The eyes of the people watching the battle around were full of heat, as if they had seen the power of Zhao Long's mysticism, "I didn't expect that the first seat of Diyang Peak, even this secret technique was taught to Zhao Long." ”

"Die!" Zhao Long looked hideous and raised his fist.

Thunder Palm!

Hearing only a cold drink, Ye Chen waved his palm again, and there was a thunder and lightning tear between his palms and fingers, and the power was even more fierce and domineering.

Bang!

Between the fists and palms, there was a thudding sound.

Burst!

The sound of vomiting blood suddenly rose, and Zhao Long staggered back after being beaten.

"How... How can it be. Between retreats, Zhao Long looked at Ye Chen in disbelief, he clearly felt the domineering power contained between Ye Chen's palms and fingers, which was definitely not inferior to him.

Blue Wolf Fist, that is one of the few secret techniques in Diyang Peak, is known for its strong attacks, and with this secret technique, he doesn't know how many outer disciples he has defeated.

But now, he was broken from the front by a cohesive intern disciple, which he couldn't accept.

Is he really condensed?

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

"This kid is so weird. The audience was amazed one after another, and the wonderful expressions were incomprehensible.

"What's the matter? are you still fighting?" Outside the crowd, a group of people pounced again, needless to say that it was the person who left the scene before, and when they heard that the winner had not yet been decided, they all came back, and when they saw the fierce Ye Chen, they were stunned.

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

In the past, in Zhengyang Sect, he fought with demon beasts when he was threefold of condensing qi, and he fought with the human yuan realm with the fourfold of condensing qi, and after many experiences, Zhao Long's actual combat ability was too much stronger.

At this moment, Ye Chen has a large capacity of Danhai, the amount of true qi is not inferior to Zhao Long, the powerful physical body after refining is no better than Zhao Long, and the domineering beast of hand-to-hand combat is angry, so this duel is doomed to Zhao Long from the beginning.

Yes......

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 roar, he stepped down and jumped up, the fierce and domineering Tianque was lifted above his head by him, and the whole posture of splitting Huashan was crisp and neat, without a trace of gorgeousness.

Airplanes!

The thick sky made the air hum and shook.

Seeing this, Zhao Long's face changed, and he hurriedly raised the golden sword to block, and the rolling true qi was instilled in it.

Bang dang!

Ye Chen slashed at the spirit sword with a sword.

Bang!

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

Burst!

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, only the sound of breathing remained, and the scene on the stage made their expressions petrified.

Zhao Long, who was condensing the five heavens, was actually kneeling on the ground with a sword by an intern disciple who was condensing the five heavens.

"You lost. ”

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

"Your life is over. What responded to Zhao Long was Ye Chen's cold voice.

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

The stakes are their lives.

"This... This Ye Chen wouldn't really want to kill Zhao Long, right? Zhao Long was a disciple of the first seat of Diyang Peak, and if he slashed it with a sword, he wouldn't be able to live. ”

"But I look at Ye Chen's posture, but I'm going to be a killer!"

"I'm a disciple of Diyang Peak, you dare to kill me?" Zhao Long didn't seem to realize the situation at this moment, and raised his head and roared fiercely.

What bets, what bets, in his eyes, are all jokes, although he loses, but if he doesn't prove it, he will hand over his life, because he has a strong backstage, this is the capital of cheating.

"If you dare to kill Senior Brother Zhao, Master Zun will not spare you. Spare you. Below, the disciples in Zhengyang who came to help shouted one after another, but because of Ye Chen's strength, none of them dared to come up.

"The bet comes first, and he must die. Ye Chen snorted coldly.

"This junior brother is just learning from each other, and he has to be forgiving and surround people. An indifferent voice sounded, and a female disciple in the crowd glanced at Ye Chen.

This female disciple is really beautiful, her beautiful eyes are clear, the green silk is like water waves, her white clothes are fluttering, she is really like a blooming lotus flower, and all the male disciples present are full of fiery light.

"Su Xinyue of Renyang Peak. ”

"She actually came, and she didn't see it before. ”

Ye Chen turned his head sideways and stared at Su Xinyue, "This senior sister, if it was me Ye Chen who lost just now, would you say the same." ”

"Your murderous intent is too heavy, and it is difficult to achieve positive results. That Su Xinyue's expression was still indifferent, although she stood in the crowd, she had a lofty posture, and between the lines she had already pronounced the judgment of Ye Chen's future path.

"Senior sister, do you mean to let me let him go?" Ye Chen's mouth was soaked in a sneer, and the suppressed anger did not erupt after all.

This kind of anger is not only against Zhao Long for brutalizing Zhang Fengnian and them, but also at Su Xinyue, because her temperament is so similar to Ji Ningshuang, they are all lofty postures, and they are all hypocrisy that seems to be pitying.

"I want you to get back on the right track, don't be ...... ”

"Do you have any relatives?" Ye Chen directly interrupted Su Xinyue's words, and a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at her as if questioning.

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

"If I hang your relatives and beat them for a day and a night, will you kill me? Ye Chen looked at Su Xinyue with a sneer, as if questioning, "If you do too, then don't put on this fake posture of pity for all living beings to Lao Tzu." ”

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

At this moment, indifferent as her, her chest couldn't help but rise and fall violently, she was a disciple of the first seat of Renyang Peak, a flower of Hengyue Sect, how could she have been taught like this, and the other party was also an intern disciple with a heavy condensation.

On the stage, Ye Chen had already retracted his gaze and raised his palm that was haunting his true qi.

If this palm is split, Zhao Long will die.

However, at this moment, a powerful momentum roared, instantly appeared on the battle platform, and turned into a figure holding a dust.

This person, if you look closely, isn't it Ge Hong, the first seat of Diyang Peak?