Bombarded again and again, repulsed again and again, and stood up again and again, Chen Er's injuries continued to expand, but the fighting spirit in his eyes continued to increase!

Although Dongfang Yimo has always been in the upper hand, he is extremely shocked in his heart!

He didn't understand what kind of belief was supporting the peer in front of him to keep punching him!

He could feel that Chen Er was constantly getting stronger in the attack, but this kind of strengthening seemed to be a joke in his eyes!

Because he's getting stronger, too!

With the help of Chen Er's hand, he was constantly refining his own Dao!

Because of his greed at the beginning, he split too many Dao needles for a while, resulting in him not being able to fully grasp his Dao now, and arming his body with Dao needles is not how talented he is, but that he can't make any other choice.

This is the only way for him to become stronger in a short period of time.

The only things he could control as he wanted were the needle tips and the wheat mang, so at the beginning, he went straight to the two needles.

A person's energy is limited, and in this realm, wanting to control so many Dao rules is tantamount to a fool's dream. The root of everything cannot escape the word greed.

That is, because of greed, he almost made his avenue collapse!

But today, he actually strengthened his control over the Dao Needle through a battle with a Tibetan God Realm Minor Cultivator!

The more the Dao needle controls, the stronger the control over the Dao. The change made him ecstatic.

So when he knocked down Chen Er again and again, he actually longed for the peer who was constantly knocked down by himself to stand up again.

"Get up, do you have such strength?" Dongfang Yimo shouted at Chen Er, who was knocked down again.

Chen Er's chest collapsed, gasping for breath, and then he supported the ground with his hands and stood up with difficulty.

At this time, his clothes were in tatters, covered in blood, and his fists were even more white and bone, without a trace of intact skin.

But Chen Er's eyes became more and more determined.

"Don't worry, I won't fall until Senior Brother Ning's revenge is avenged!"

After saying that, he raised his right arm, which was already a little bent!

Clenched into a fist, still unswervingly handed.

Compared to the beginning, the speed is much slower, but the power of the punch is several times stronger!

Because in the dark red light on Chen Er's fist, a thin golden line appeared.

This thin line seems to have great ability, and it has raised the power of Chen Er's fist to a point where it is counterintuitive.

With each punch, the mechanical shell in Dongfang Yimo's body was condensed, and the thin lines on Chen Er's fist were also clear.

However, Chen Er was only a monk of the Hidden God Realm after all, and as the time of the battle increased, his physical strength became weaker and weaker.

Seven hundred and twenty acupuncture holes had already been opened in the dark, frantically absorbing the surrounding energy, replenishing physical strength, and the speed was amazing.

But no matter how fast this speed is, it can't be faster than the power lost in battle.

So slowly, Chen Er's punch weakened.

"Is that the only level?"

After Chen Er's fist weakened, Dongfang became slower and slower at the speed at which he condensed the Great Dao of Mojian, and he suddenly lost his mind.

"Bang!" A slap fell, and Chen Er was slapped to the ground.

"Bang!"

"Don't you want to provoke me!" another slap fell, and Chen Er was embedded on the competition platform.

"Get up and fight again!"

"Where did the momentum go just now?"

"Get up for me!"

"Keep punching!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

......

The East roared with a mochiatic voice, and with each roar, a palm fell.

The difference in strength between the two was too great, and Chen Er finally couldn't stand up again after he fell.

"Patriarch, do you want to?" a deacon beside Dongfang Wentian asked in a whisper beside him, but Dongfang Wentian only frowned and did not give an answer.

"No need!"

Dongfang Xuan refused with a solemn face, he looked at the embarrassed martial arts arena, and said word by word: "This is Chen Er's battle, we must respect his choice! Even if I die in battle, I won't blame anyone!"

When the words landed, the deacon couldn't bear to glance at the competition platform, and finally retreated.

"Sister...... Sister, Chen Xiaoer, is he ......" Yiruo hid behind Yi Xi's back, covering his eyes with one hand, and grabbing the corner of Yi Xi's clothes with the other, and asked in a trembling voice.

Dongfang, who has always been gentle to his sister, pulled his sister out from behind him, and said sternly: "Yiruo, you have to see clearly! This is the cultivation world!"

"In the family, someone will protect you, everyone will hold you in the palm of their hands, and everyone will speak with joy. But this is just an illusion given to you by the Oriental family!"

"This is the way this world is! The weak eat the strong, the fittest survive! If you can't win, you can only die!"

"No, sister, it's not like this! it's not like this!" said Yiruo shook his head, and when he broke free, a flame was about to condense in his hand.

But as soon as she moved, her body was covered by a curtain of water.

"Sister, what are you doing? The little follower is about to die!" Yiruo shouted, but he was helplessly controlled by Yixi, and he couldn't act at all.

"If, I know what you want, but I can't! Listen to my sister, it's time to face reality! He is an ordinary disciple of our Dongfang family, and it is impossible to break the rules!"

"If your cultivation is strong enough, then you can do whatever you want, and if our Dongfang family is strong enough, then someone will pay for all your actions. ”

"But you're not strong enough! Our Dongfang family isn't strong enough! As the daughter of the patriarch, you can't be willful anymore!"

As he spoke, Dongfang looked at the stands with pity, and his words were indescribably indifferent.

"Did you see those people? Each of them has the strength to stop this, but why didn't they do it?"

"Is Chen Er's talent not high enough? No, it's that they each have their own little abacus!"

While Yi Xi was talking, the corners of Yi Ruo's eyes gradually moistened, and two lines of tears slowly flowed out.

He stared blankly at Dongfang Yimo slapping the ground again and again, and said in his mouth: "No, it's not like this, it's not like this." The little follower will be fine, he still has to accompany the heroine to the rivers and lakes......"

Every time Dongfang Yimo slapped it, her heart trembled.

In an instant, Dongfang Yiruo's heart seemed to have something torn apart.

In the hearts of all the participating disciples and some of the deacons in the stands, something seemed to have been destroyed again.

Bloody, painful.

The vitality of the Dongfang family, which had just appeared, was gone.

After a long time, Dongfang Yimo, who had calmed down, rose and fell his chest, and finally stopped.

The competition platform is already full of holes.

He looked up proudly, ready to enjoy the cheers of victory. But he found that everyone turned a deaf ear to his victory.

"Boss, stand up!"

At this time, a somewhat trembling voice sounded in the veins of death.

"Boss, stand up!"

"Boss, stand up!"

One after another, but there was no reaction on the competition platform.

The crying became heavier and heavier, and Xiao Fang almost collapsed.

In his heart, there are two and a half very important people.

One is his brother who he hasn't found yet, and the other is Chen Er.

Blood is thicker than water, and the fact that his brother may be the only living relative is of great importance to him.

And Chen Er, in fact, Xiao Fang and Chen Er have not been in contact for a long time, from the very beginning, it was only because Chen Er looked like his brother that he recognized Chen Er as the boss, and then only cultivated a revolutionary friendship for a few days in the selection. Xiao Fang didn't know why Chen Er could have such an important position in his heart.

The last half is Jia Bufan, who is the same size as him, with the same dark skin, and looks very similar.

Xiao Fang has been looking for his brother's whereabouts all these years, but just a few days after entering Dongfang's house, the news of Chen Er's disappearance came.

He was just a new disciple of the Dongfang family, and he couldn't even do anything because he had restrictions on his travel range.

Five years have passed, and when he finally sees the boss again, he is actually facing parting again.

"Boss, stand up!

Xiao Fang cried, like a child, and the sadness that had accumulated in his heart for many years exploded together, and tears rained down.

Five years ago, he couldn't do it, and five years later, he can't do it either.

He could only shout from the sidelines.

Gradually, the rest of the voices began to appear in the crowd one after another.

"Stand up!"

"Chen Er, I believe in you, stand up!"

The cries gradually increased, and finally dozens of people condensed into one voice.

"Chen Er, stand up!"

"Chen Er, stand up!"

"Chen Er, stand up!"

Under the cry, in the ruins that had just been destroyed in the hearts of everyone, it was as if something new had broken through the ground.