The long wind is agitated, and the sky is cold.

I saw that Zhao Hai also attacked Wushuang, suppressed the sky in one go, and the spear of the fate phase was strongly blocked in the sky, and it went down through the air, and its clone came with a gun with an expressionless face, like a giant dragon roaring.

The three-way killing machine made the sky cold.

Even the warriors who watched from a distance unconsciously swallowed their saliva and changed color in shock.

"It's too strong, Zhao Haiyi's attack is unmatched. ”

"One of his arms was cut off, and half of his body was lost, but he still has such a degree of combat power, if it is in his heyday, he is afraid that he will not be as strong as the realm of the Martial Queen. ”

"Jun Yi, I'm afraid it's going to end here..."

Everyone talked about it, and while they were amazed at Zhao Haiyi's strong strength, they also unconsciously sighed at Jun Yi's strength, and felt sorry for what happened to him.

In their opinion, Jun Yi's realm is still too low after all, and if he can break through to the peak of the Martial Sect, I am afraid that there will be two kinds of victory and defeat.

"No, I believe Jun Yi can win!"

But at this time, a firm and powerful voice came from the crowd, suppressing many regretful sighs.

Countless eyes were stunned, and subconsciously converged, only to see that the martial artist who could open his mouth was the person who made a bet with Zhuo Yu, and now his eyes were bright and firm, full of strong confidence, compared to him before, it was like two people.

"Huh!"

At this time, Jun Yi, who was surrounded by Zhao Haiyi's three-way murderous machine in the ring, smiled lightly in the face of the approaching chill: "Thanks to you, otherwise, I don't know how to verify it..."

As soon as the words came out, Jun Yi's clothes swayed, and his pupils suddenly burst out with brilliant brilliance, sometimes surging crimson, sometimes dark and cold, sometimes white and majestic.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the blood tide behind Jun Yi shook, and a big hand reached out from the middle, tearing off the shield fiercely, and the angry blood tyrant stepped out again, but it was completely different from the previous time.

I saw that he was dressed in a blood-colored gold-patterned dragon robe, with a crown and a draped imperial crown, but the feathers behind him became pure and holy, and there were strange patterns on it, exuding a thick cold breath of destruction, and looking directly at the spear hanging in the sky.

"Hum..."

Immediately afterward, the darkness undulated, and the dark fog tide converged in the sky.

A desolate barren ruler suddenly swung down, and with the nine beads inlaid on it, it exuded a cold glow, and the dark ghost appearance was also revealed from it.

However, on the slender body, there is also a black dragon coiled.

The scale armor on this black dragon flashed with a faint white glow, and from time to time there was a burst of "crackling" sounds, and there was a faint circle of golden light around the neck, full of crimson pupils, and it was looking down at the clone on one side, killing the master.

Seeing this, Zhao Hai's heart jumped, and he faintly felt a little cold.

But in an instant, this thought was dispelled by him, and turned into sarcastic disdain, and on the spear that stirred the storm in his hand, the ferocity became more and more amazing, and he only said: "So make a fool of yourself!"

"Really?"

Hearing this, the corners of Jun Yi's mouth hooked, revealing a thick smile, and in the eyes that looked at Zhao Haiyi, they turned into pure white, and a long river of thick white flowed in front of him.

"Kill!"

Zhao Hai also shouted angrily in his mouth, and with a roll of spear, the storm shaped like a giant dragon roared down and rushed straight to Jun Yi.

"Hum..."

It's just that before the storm approached, he saw the pure white river in front of Jun Yi shake violently, and just the overflowing aura of destruction made the void tremble, distorting the storm above.

Seeing this, Zhao Hai's heart jumped, but Jun Yi was already close at hand, where was there room to retreat?

But at this moment, a big hand reached out in the long river of pure whiteness.

One pressed on the spear that Zhao Haiyi stabbed, making the tip of the spear sharp and cold, stopped on Jun Yi's chest, and even the robe was concave a few points, but he couldn't get another half an inch.

"This..."

Zhao Haiyi's pupils shrank suddenly, clenching the palm of the spear, and he suddenly felt a tingling pain, almost subconsciously about to let go of his hand, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

"Hum..."

At this time, the spear of Zhao Haiyi's life, the angry blood tyrant who stood directly in front of him, said angrily: "Even a long spear, dare to compete with me?"

"Shattered!"

With a single word, the mountain in front of the Angry Blood Tyrant reappeared, but it was entangled in a long river of pure white, wrapped in a devastating ferocious suppression.

The two collided, the spear trembled in horror, and the shattered in the air without any ability to resist at all.

Almost at the same time, the wilderness was silent.

"Roar!"

I saw that in the moment of desolation, the black dragon roared and roared, raised its huge claws in a rage, and grabbed Zhao Haiyi's clone fiercely, colliding with the spear it was blocking.

"Hum..."

Immediately afterwards, the black dragon's giant tail flashing with pure white light swung fiercely and swept towards Zhao Haiyi's clone, and when he saw this, he directly let go of the spear, wanting to use his body to resist the black dragon's tail.

The fists and scales staggered for a moment, and Zhao Haiyi's indifferent face finally changed, but it was full of thick pain and distortion, and then he was hit by a huge force and flew out upside down and smashed on the edge of the ring.

"Poof!"

Zhao Haiyi's face turned pale for a moment, but he was flushed abnormally again, and spit out a mouthful of blood, which made the already somewhat sluggish aura even more depressed.

The fate was defeated, and the clone was seriously injured, so that the body was implicated, and his hand holding the spear trembled and let go.

"Click..."

The next moment, the thunder roared, and Zhao Haiyi's pupils were cold, only to see that the big hand holding his spear was so strong that it was directly broken.

Almost before Zhao Hai could react, the long river of pure white suspended in front of him rolled up waves, as if there was a terrifying existence in it angry, and a thunderbolt slammed down on his chest.

"Pedal pedal pedal..."

Suddenly, Zhao Haiyi's feet trembled, and he unconsciously retreated sideways, holding his chest in embarrassment and trembling, causing a bloody mark to tear out the sky.

"This, how is it possible..."

Experiencing the pain coming from his body, the corner of his eye scanned the clone struggling on the edge of the ring, and Zhao Haiyi's trembling pupils were full of disbelief.

He was a powerhouse in the middle stage of the Martial Emperor, but he was injured like this by a kid in the late stage of the Martial Emperor.

You must know that even if his strength is greatly damaged now, he is not comparable to the martial artists of the mid-stage realm of the Martial Emperor, but this result today makes him unable to believe it and dare not face it.

Moreover, in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, he directly defeated the angry blood tyrant who exuded the aura of fate at the same time, as well as the underworld ghost.

But even so, they appeared again and again, and they didn't seem to have suffered the slightest damage, which made him completely incomprehensible.

The most important thing is that after defeating the Angry Blood Tyrant and the Netherworld Ghost, now it has reappeared, but it is far stronger than Fang Cai, and even three times the difference, it is simply a fantasy.

In fact, Zhao Hai also thought well in his heart, and what he did was not wrong.

But the problem lies in Jun Yi's three fates, although they are Jun Yi's fate, they all have extraordinary backgrounds, and they have a sense of independence, otherwise they would not compete with each other.

This wonderful existence makes Jun Yi almost no need to suffer self-fatal damage.

As for the angry blood tyrant and the ghost phase that Zhao Hai also defeated, it was just a fate that the two combined, and now the fate that manifested again was the fate that Jun Yi further improved after breaking through the late stage of the Martial Sect.

"Whoa..."

The long white river flowing in front of Jun Yi

Endlessly, between the surging waves, there were bursts of thunderous roars, wrapped in a thick cold breath of destruction, which made the sky suppressed.

Especially on his side, the angry blood tyrant and the underworld ghost who stood left and right were more like loyal servants, indifferently looking down at Zhao Haiyi not far away.

At the same time, the mountains and rivers manifested, overflowing with the mighty majesty, and the black dragon was entrenched, filled with cold ferocity, constantly pressing towards Zhao Haiyi, with the meaning of suppression.

Jun Yi, who stands in the middle of the three, is like a supreme emperor, exuding an invisible sense of oppression all over his body, which makes people frightened and awe-inspiring at the same time.

The light in Jun Yi's pupils was bright, and the three colors were constantly flowing alternately, and the depth seemed to be filled with thousands of stars, enveloping Zhao Haiyi in front of him: "Do you want to continue?"

"I..."

Zhao Hai also clutched his chest, gritted his teeth and struggled to straighten his body, but before he could recall the broken spear suspended in front of the pure white long river, he heard a cough outside the martial arts arena: "Cough, cough..."

"Lao Zhao, stop it!"

Everyone looked at each other for a moment, and they all looked in the direction where the voice came, only to see that Lu Qing had come to his senses at some point, and was sitting upright on the ground, glancing at Zhao Haiyi with cold eyes, and then looking at Jun Yi and saying with a wry smile: "Jun Gongzi, don't embarrass Lao Zhao anymore." ”

Hearing this, the expression on Jun Yi's face did not change at all, and he looked at Lu Qing lightly and said, "Whether to continue, I'm afraid you said it well, and the people in the ring have to express their opinions." ”

Lu Qing nodded, looked at Zhao Haiyi again, his cold eyes suddenly turned cold, and said softly: "Old Zhao, don't be too persistent and forget our purpose." ”

"I have received your heart, but there is no need to continue, although I have a broken arm, I have a feeling, it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. ”

Zhao Hai was stunned, his eyes were complicated and Lu Qing looked at each other, and after a long while, he turned his head to look at Jun Yi, a little unwilling, and a little relaxed: "I lost..."

As soon as these words came out, the brilliance in Jun Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded lightly: "Agreed." ”

"Wow..."

"Jun, Jun Yi really won!"

"Jun Yi defeated the powerhouse of the middle stage of the Martial Emperor realm with the realm of the late stage of the Martial Emperor, it is really incredible, it is a great miracle, I can't be dreaming, right?

"The city lord of the late realm of the Martial Sect has never been in the Martial Continent. ”

As Jun Yi's words fell, the martial artists who were watching around the martial arts arena were in an uproar, raising a warm tide, and there was even a dreamlike confusion on their flushed faces.

Even if they saw it with their own eyes, there were still warriors who couldn't believe it, and they couldn't extricate themselves from the huge shock.

"Won, really won!"

In the crowd, the martial artist who bet with Zhuo Yu had a trembling body, and his eyes were clear, and he was not too much to say that it was not too much to say that he was a person who had a decadent appearance earlier.

"Actually, I really won..."

Compared with the excitement of the martial artists around them, Wei Qi and Zhuang Yongxing seemed a little calm, not that their mood had improved, but that they had not woken up from the facts in front of them at all.

Not to mention the four daughters of Lan Jinxuan and Jiang Xue, who were hugging each other with laughter, even the faces of the people who were in trouble had an extremely rare smile.

"Truly..."

But at this moment, there was a cold sneer in the martial arts arena.

Before everyone could react, they saw a flash of black light in front of them, and a black shadow burst out in the market, rushing straight to Jun Yi, and the wild black tide covered the sky and the sun, making the heavens and the earth shrouded in a layer of shadows.

In an instant, the ferociousness was monstrous, revealing a white and cold palm, and it slammed into Jun Yi's chest.

"Murder pays for life!"

"Boy, your life... I'll take it!"