The honor record of the No. 4 arena is continuing to be refreshed.

Ye Luo did not stop, and neither did the record.

Sixty wins in a row!

When Ye Luo faced the sixty-first challenger, she found that the opponent was already at the peak level of a seventh-order mad warrior. After using twenty soul power sound attacks in a row to assassinate, she was also a little mentally tired, so she took out the flame-level gun.

Inside the Yanji Spear, it contains the inheritance of the Yan Emperor.

"Emperor Yan's Heavenly Burial!"

Ye Luo waved the Flame Pole Spear with both hands, and a phantom of the Great Emperor appeared behind him, the throne of flames and streamers, containing the great power of heaven and earth, vast and boundless.

One shot down.

The sixty-first challenger was buried by the boundless frenzy of fire.

She was in the midst of the fire and let out a terrible scream. The raging flames of Emperor Yan's heavenly burial cannot be extinguished even the clear water of their Bishui Palace. Water overcomes fire, this point is not applicable in front of Emperor Yan's heavenly burial.

Sixty-one wins!

Ye Luo wielded the Yan Pole Spear, applying the inheritance of the Yan Emperor, and challenging this at the peak level of the seventh-order mad warrior, he simply fought a bloody way.

"Emperor Yan's Heavenly Burial!"

When she performed this trick for the tenth time, she won a stunning honor of 70 consecutive victories!

Correspondingly, Ye Luo also paid a lot of price.

The Yan Pole Spear is a first-order high-grade spiritual weapon, and the Yan Emperor Heavenly Burial is a high-level inheritance martial art, which consumes a lot of madness. After ten consecutive uses, a layer of fine beads of sweat had appeared on Ye Luo's forehead, his breathing had become thicker, his fatigue was increasing, and his physical strength was only half left.

If the challenge continues, the next thing she needs to face is the opponent of the early stage of the Eighth Order Mad Samurai.

This also means that she has to fight at least ten Zhuge Yan in succession.

It's too hard, it's too hard.

The honor of 70 consecutive victories has attracted the attention of Ziyan's three arenas and more than ninety percent of the audience. They weren't interested in watching other games, so they all went to watch Ye Luo's winning streak challenge. Seventy consecutive wins, but rare, is likely to take decades to produce one.

An Ruxia hugged Si Chen and sat next to the supervision seat, her face as white as a dead man.

Every time Ye Luo creates a new winning streak, her face becomes whiter, her body is colder, her eyes are colder, and her emotions are more flustered.

"Wow! Auntie is amazing! ”

"(*^__^*) Hee-hee, Aunt Chenchen is good porridge."

Every time her son cheered, An Ruxia's heart hurt.

I thought she was a lowly woman in the countryside, but I didn't expect to have such a terrifying talent, the perfection of the five spiritual roots, the artistic conception of the primeval Shura, the inheritance of the Yan Emperor, and the soul attack, each of which was enough to be proud of her peers.

An Ruxia couldn't help but think of what she looked like and what kind of cultivation level she was when she was fifteen years old.

She was now twenty-two years old, and she was an eighth-order mad warrior. When she was fifteen years old, she was a third-order mad warrior, a very ordinary third-order mad warrior, with no proud talents, no unique auxiliary characteristics, and no good chance to obtain the inheritance of the great emperor's power.

So, now she can only take care of the children at home, wondering how to hook up, oh no, attract her own brother-in-law.

"Okay! Auntie has won again! ”

"Mother, look, Auntie's crimson spear is so handsome~ Chen Chen wants to worship Aunt as a teacher~~"