"Brother Chen actually used this trick against him!" Among the group of young people of the Wang family, the expressionless young man suddenly frowned.

Wang Daochen's artistic conception of the wind was the most terrifying of all his artistic conceptions, and even the patriarchs of their family praised him, and frankly admitted that even they did not dare to touch the space storm he unleashed head-on.

And the reason why he frowned was that although Ye Hao's combat power was strong, his realm was too low, and he only had the strength of the Danwu Realm, in case there was any damage, then their Wang family would have a great enmity with Ling Tianzong.

"Yes, that's it, kill that Ye Hao!" Unlike the expressions of other young people, Wang Jiao's face was full of excitement.

A handsome-looking young man frowned and said, "Hey, I really can't figure out why those clan elders would let Brother Chen make a move!"

As we all know, Wang Daochen is a martial idiot, as long as he enters the battle, everything will be forgotten cleanly, even if it is a family competition, it is his own person, he will be ruthless.

"Hmph, what are you afraid of, it's just a personal disciple, could it be that Ling Tianzong will go to war with our Wang family for him?" Wang Jiao didn't care, and muttered: "If you really don't want to offend Ling Tianzong, you don't want the fruit of life." ”

The other young people of the Wang family glanced at Wang Jiao, but they didn't pay attention to him.

Wang Jiao is such a stupid person, I really can't figure out why those clan elders and elders love him so much.

At this time, the entire martial arts arena seemed to be divided into two halves, one side was golden and the other side was as black as ink, both exuding powerful energy.

Ye Hao's face was solemn, the space continued to shatter, the black space storm was spreading towards him, and with the gradual increase of energy, the aura was also constantly increasing.

"Click!"

Suddenly, Ye Hao's expression changed, even if the artistic conception of force shrouded this area, the space around him was still torn, and small cracks were constantly appearing.

As more and more energy gathered in the space storm, and its power became more and more powerful, Ye Hao understood that he could not wait any longer.

"Go!" With a low shout, the ancient fist mark filled with vicissitudes of life, exuding powerful energy fluctuations, broke out of the air in vain.

The fist seal contains the artistic conception of force, with powerful power, visible to the naked eye, as the fist mark continues to advance, the powerful space storm is shaking.

"Boom!"

The two collided and made a loud sound, but Ye Hao's face was extremely ugly, the black space storm had a powerful tearing force, and the ancient fist marks in it were like a boat on the waves, swaying violently, as time passed, cracks were constantly generated, and a large amount of energy was lost!

"Vulnerable!" Wang Daochen shook his head, lost interest in playing any more, and stretched out his hand and waved it gently.

The black space storm is advancing rapidly, and cracks in the ground paved by the so-called hardest Longyuan stone are rapidly generated, like spider webs, spreading to the surroundings, you can imagine how powerful the energy contained in this black space storm.

Ye Hao looked at the black space storm, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, the strong immortal energy in his body continued to emanate, and his golden fist was swung out, wanting to resist.

"Boom!"

With an earth-shattering bang, Ye Hao's figure seemed to be like a broken sack, shooting out backwards and slamming into the light curtain on the edge.

The force of the impact was very powerful, and the powerful light curtain formed by the formation quickly generated ripples one after another, and the light curtain was shaking, and there was even a possibility of collapse.

"Senior Brother Ye!" Outside the martial arts arena, Cao Ying and Wang Zitong shouted, their faces full of worry.

"I'm fine, poof!" Ye Hao turned his head to laugh, but the golden blood in his mouth kept spurting out.

His face was extremely pale, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, the energy contained in the space storm was too amazing, and it also had a powerful tearing ability, if it wasn't for Wang Daochen's hand at the end, he had no doubt that even if there was an immortal body, he would be torn apart.

"What does he want to do?" A young man watching from the periphery looked at Ye Hao, who was gradually standing up, and said puzzledly: "Don't you want to admit defeat yet?"

Clear-eyed people can see clearly, this battle is simply one-sided, as long as Wang Daochen uses the space storm, Ye Hao has no way to resist it at all, the difference between the two is twenty-four, and the gap is really too big.

Moreover, Wang Daochen's artistic conception of the wind has been completed, and there are still many powerful means, even if Ye Hao thinks of a way to break the space storm, I am afraid that there is no chance of winning, after all, Wang Daochen does not have only one artistic conception.

"It's normal, the fruit of life is that kind of divine fruit, who wants to call it out!" Behind the young man, a burly man said with a smile.

In the eyes of the strong man, he said a glimmer of longing, he originally came for the fruit of life, but when he saw the Wang family make a move, he chose to give up.

"Ye boy, let's do it with me!" As this voice sounded, the cyan light gradually covered Ye Hao's whole body.

Ye Hao nodded silently, gave up the control of his body, and retreated to the sea of knowledge, he knew that with his strength and background, there was no possibility of defeating Wang Daochen!

A cyan light flashed in his eyes, and under the cyan light, Ye Hao's body was squeaking, and the golden blood was squeezing out his body.

"Try a move!" I didn't see any movement from the green dragon, and above his head, a huge cyan giant claw tearing space slowly appeared, without any aura emanating, but at the tip of the giant claw was flashing with a palpitating cold light.

"Hmph, do you really think I won't dare to hurt you?" Wang Daochen snorted coldly, and the black space storm appeared out of thin air again.

Wang Daochen was angry, the powerful energy contained in the storm quickly tore through the space, but it instantly occupied most of the martial arts arena, and the aura emitted was much stronger than before.

If it was Ye Hao, this space storm might work, but at this time, it was Qinglong who made a move, and I saw a trace of disdain flash in his eyes, and it did not stop the black storm that was still absorbing the growth of the surrounding Yuan force.

"What is the little junior brother doing, why don't you make a move!" Looking at the black storm, a trace of fear flashed in Cao Ying's eyes, and he said puzzled.

"I don't know!" Wang Zitong shook his head, glanced at Ye Hao and said, "You look at the confident look on Senior Brother Ye's face, he should have found a way to crack the space storm." ”

They didn't know that it was Qinglong who occupied Ye Hao's body at this time, who was Qinglong, it was one of the four holy beasts between heaven and earth, with a powerful cultivation comparable to that of a martial saint, even if Wang Daochen's strength was twice as strong, he would not take it in his eyes.