Chapter 130: Suffocation
Puffs!
With nostalgia for the disciples of the Assembly Pavilion, the disciples of the Spirit Orchard were thrown out of the battlefield.
The next big battle was extremely fierce, it could be said to be bloody, and the splashed blood stained the battlefield red, but all the disciples in power, everyone was desperate, they didn't want to stay outside for another three years, they were more willing to do their best to win a chance.
"It's all chicken blood. Xie Yun, who was next to Ye Chen, had a red face and a thickened neck. He watched the battle, hissing incessantly.
"You think it's as calm as you are. Bai Xie Yun's one eye, Ye Chen's face was not angry.
"Pull!" Xie Yun disagreed. "A lot of them are competing outdoors for the first time and have a chance to be resurrected. "The last time I competed outdoors, the loser was called choking. Don't they survive the same way?"
Hearing Xie Yun say this, Ye Chen became interested. "Last time, who the hell did you lose to. ”
"Jiang. Xie Yun gritted his teeth and spit out two words, saying that he had not forgotten to look at Ren Yangfeng's direction. He was Ren Yangfeng's last true disciple. Speaking of which, you're still old acquaintances with his cousin. ”
"Jiang Hao?" Ye Chen asked tentatively.
Xie Yun nodded and poured a sip of wine, but became more and more angry. Lao Tzu's strength is not worse than him, and his realm is not worse than him, but he is just unlucky. If it wasn't cloudy, would Lao Tzu lose?
"It's about the weather!" "If you lose, you lose." It's useless.
"Do you know?" Xie Yun scolded and scolded: "That day we fought for the last move, my stunt needed the help of the sun, but it was biased towards the dark clouds, and I didn't even use half of my strength. ”
"Fate, it's all fate. Ye Chen replied to what Xie Yun had said before.
"Look, I know it must be the boy in purple. "Qiankun Pavilion is already very noisy.
There is Yin Zhiping in the former commandment hall, Jiang Hao in Yangfeng, and Xie Yun in Tianyang Peak. This resurrection contest also met the purple shirt at Diyang Peak. Which one is not a top ten disciple, Ye Chen's road is also very bumpy.
"You know poop. It's bad luck. ”
"The Easter game is ready to meet, I have nothing to say. In the clouds, Dao Xuanzhen shook his head helplessly.
"Luck is also part of strength. Chu Xuan'er laughed in a low voice, but he laughed without pressure. He was full of confidence in Ye Chen's strength.
Below, listening to the surrounding discussions, Ye Chen had slowly stepped onto the battlefield.
He didn't expect to meet the purple-shirted man who also participated in the Resurrection Tournament. Such a dramatic scene was very much to his liking. At least the frustration in his heart can be vented.
Looking at that purple shirt and sunny real people in the clouds, it's hard to see the extreme.
Before Ye Chen's two wars, they had witnessed with their own eyes that they were able to defeat Yin Zhiping, the first apprentice of the Discipline Hall, and Jiang Hao, the first true apprentice of Renyang Feng, with serious injuries. Ye Chen's strength definitely surpassed that of the purple shirt.
Now, when I met Ye Chen on stage, my purple shirt was almost suffocated and injured. I can even meet Ye Chen in the repechage match. This is not too lucky.
"Come on! New hatred and old hatred go hand in hand. Ye Chen glanced at the sunny sun in the clouds and looked at the purple shirt under the stage.
"Arrogance". Seeing Ye Chen's provocative eyes, the purple shirt didn't hit a place, and a chair jumped on the battlefield and walked up, not saying that it would magnify this move.
The wind and clouds whistle!
With a loud bang of the purple shirt, a purple hurricane blew through the remnant clouds and whistled towards Ye Chen.
Ye Chen sneered together. Danhai really rushed out. The Cabernet Sword appeared in his hand for the first time. It split a sword fork. The swept purple hurricane was cleaved to pieces by his sword.
Mystery Print!
Just after brushing away the leaves of the violet hurricane, I saw a black handprint on the purple shirt.
This line!
Suddenly, Ye Chen rushed forward with the strongest force, and with a domineering thunderbolt and purple shirt, he regretted it.
Prosperity!
The collision of the palms and the seals made a thunderous sound, the front was hard, and the purple shirt was blown off by the wind, buzzed and retreated.
Shake the mountain!
Ye Chen was like a tiger, and he didn't seem to want to give Zishan a chance to react. Forward is a mountain spring.
The purple shirt, with its true qi, frantically plunged into the palm of its hand, condensing into a light shield in front.
Pound!
Click!
Such sounds continued one after another, there was no difference, the shield that the purple shirt had just condensed was shattered by Ye Chen's blow, the shape of the purple shirt had just stabilized, and it was echoed by a thunderous hum.
"You're still far from Yin Zhi's adjustment. Ye Chen sneered and killed a nearby tiger.
Look, the purple shirt would rather resist Ye Chen's fist and quickly retreat. Knowing Ye Chen's hegemonic position in close combat, he wouldn't get too close to Ye Chen, otherwise he would likely be squashed.
Sword, Ruiyan!
The purple shirt was not slow to react, and as soon as he withdrew, he bit his finger and went to the battlefield with a slap.
Click!
Suddenly, the battlefield buzzed and trembled. The stone sword suddenly flew out of the battlefield and ran straight towards the leaves.
"Look down on you. Ye Chen took a step back, his sword clanged in the air, dancing fast, and the defensive sword formation of the Heavenly Palace was immediately formed.
Pounds! pounds! pounds!
The sound of metal colliding was immediately heard, and the suddenly flying stone sword hit the Heavenly Palace Sword Array, being blocked as much as possible.
Sky Sword Skills!
The purple shirt was attacked again, and the secret art began, the Ling sword in his hand was sonorous, covered with sword light, and a sword pierced the sky, like a sword rainbow, lingering in the thunder, it could really be extremely fierce.
Buzz!
Ye Chen turned his hand and blocked the sky in front of him.
Pound!
It's also a sharp metal collision. Although Ye Chen blocked the sword, he was also taken back half a step. If he hadn't had that heavy, hard sword, he would have been hurt by the rainbow.
Pounds! pounds!
They immediately fought together, their own mystical methods, the sound of the sword in their hands, their secret skills in the palms of their hands, the shadows on the battlefield, the battle was like a raging fire, and after a hundred stratagems, victory and defeat were not divided.
"The purple shirt is likely to fail. Some of the disciples said this below.
Even Yin Zhiping, who was stronger than him, lost to Ye Chen, and his defeat was undoubted.
"It's fate. ”
With the comments from the stage, the battle between the two people on the stage is still fierce,
Puffs!
Puffs!
Bright red blood stained the battlefield.
Ye Chen, who retreated, was pursued miserably, and was almost slashed by the purple shirt sword several times.
"True fire, if you want to refine me, are you crazy?" In the regression, Ye Chen's heart moved, and he called for true fire to protect his heart.
In an instant, the real fire erupted, filling his whole body with meridians, enveloping the big bones, and then dividing into countless channels, enveloping the truth of the wrath.
In the end, the real fire was not a shameful task, and it stopped when that furious true qi was about to hit Ye Chen's veins.
Since then, the real fire has shown its hegemonic side, enveloping the real gas. Then, it was frantically refined, and the essence was injected into Ye Chen's huge Dan Sea.
But Rao is like this, Ye Chen's health is very bad.
Before that, he always played a big prank in the purple jersey, and then he was constantly injured. Due to his true qi, he broke more than one meridian and one bone, so that he could not use his fists and kicks even three times in Chengdu.
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