Now that Ye Han is already a martial arts powerhouse, how can he be afraid of a ninth-level martial artist? Facing the sword light slashed by that ninth-level martial artist, Ye Han looked disdainful and still maintained a faint smile.

The light of his eyes opened and closed, and cold lightning flashed.

Ye Han's figure flashed, like a bolt of lightning, and he instantly dodged those powerful and terrifying sword lights.

The sword light fell, Ye Han had already left, and slashed on the granite martial arts arena, cracking one after another.

Gravel jumps like cannonballs, and its power cannot be underestimated.

The young man's face changed suddenly, but he didn't expect that Ye Han to dodge directly, which shocked him!

You must know that even if he is a ninth-level martial artist who does not go all out, it will be difficult to dodge this blow.

And the strength that Ye Han showed was only an eighth-level martial artist realm, how could this not shock that young man!

As everyone knows, Ye Han was already a martial arts powerhouse, his perception was keen, and he was alert in advance, and he had already moved when the young man just slashed out.

Like a ghost, he came directly behind the young man, and punched out, and the red glow filled the fist, and the terrifying power bloomed.

Even the air made a sound of breaking through the air, as if it was about to dye the space red.

As soon as the young man slashed out, Ye Han had already appeared behind him, and with a punch, the young man hadn't even reacted.

Rumble!

The whole person was punched out by Ye Han and rolled directly to the edge of the arena.

Coughing up blood, his face turned pale, and the vertebrae behind him were almost shattered, if it weren't for Ye Han's deliberate control of his strength, just this punch alone would have been blown up by Ye Han.

"Ah......" the young man screamed, blood gushing out of his mouth, very tragic.

"Huh?" Offstage, an old man who was as shady as an eagle falcon suddenly stood up and stared at Du Ye Han on the stage, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"It's really a waste, even an eighth-level martial artist can't handle it!" The old man looked at the young man who was knocked away by Ye Han's punch, with an angry look on his face.

"Next time, you go up!" The old man pointed to a young man beside him, who was about eighteen years old, and his strength was also strong, and he was already a tenth-level martial artist.

"Don't worry, teacher, I'm going to cut off that kid's head!" The young man was dressed in white, his face was cold, and there was no expression at all, like a robot.

On the stage, Ye Han looked at the young man who was knocked away by his punch, and the corners of his mouth sneered.

"Hehe, what's wrong? Aren't you awesome, stand up, keep fighting me!" Ye Leng said sarcastically, and walked slowly towards the young man.

At this moment, the referee was frowning at this scene, wanting to stop it, but remembering the terrifying momentum exuded by Ye Han's body, he didn't dare to make a move, after all, no one had admitted defeat yet!

"Ahh

This is really embarrassing! You must know that so many people in the audience are watching, and that face has been lost.

The young man braced himself on his waist and struggled to get up, holding himself on with a large knife.

Boom!

The young man kicked his right leg, endured the severe pain, and his figure flashed out, leaving afterimages one after another.

Swinging the big knife, under the injection of spiritual power, the big knife burst into light, and the terrifying power bloomed, slashing towards Ye Han frantically.

A terrifying sword light burst out in an instant, cutting the space, and the void of the face was faintly cut, enough to split tens of thousands of catties of boulders in an instant.

If an ordinary ninth-level martial artist faced such a sword light, he would have to fight with all his might.

But Ye Han was so calm and calm, and he wasn't worried at all.

The terrifying sword light slashed and slashed out, almost instantly, in front of Ye Han, but Ye Han's right fist slowly struck out.

It looks weak, how can a soft punch resist the sword light.

The audience exclaimed!

"Hey, is that guy crazy?"

"He actually wanted to use the power of his flesh to resist the terrifying blow of that ninth-level martial artist?"

"This man's brain is not broken, is it? I'm afraid that such a blow will split him in half in an instant!"

The audience in the audience all exclaimed and discussed, thinking that Ye Han was a fool and relied on his physical strength alone to fight, can this be resisted?

Obviously, it was impossible, everyone didn't believe it, and even in the other party's battle platform, the team led by the elder of the Criminal Law Hall looked at Ye Han as if they were mentally retarded, with a sneer on their faces.

However, the gloomy old man didn't think so, but looked at the stage with a solemn face, and there was brilliance in his eyes.

That sinister old man is the leader of this team, the elder of the Criminal Law Hall, Zhao Ritian!

Rumble!

Ye Han's punch slowly struck out, seemingly unusual, soft and weak.

But when the sword light just touched Ye Han's fist, it suddenly burst out with a dazzling red glow, and his aura exploded in an instant.

A violent explosion, like a bomb exploding here, was deafening.

The sword light was instantly shattered by a punch, and the fist light was blazing, and the castration was unabated, and it went straight to the young man.

The sudden scene instantly frightened everyone, but they didn't expect Ye Han's soft punch to burst out with such a terrifying momentum!

Rumble!

The fist mark hit the young man's chest directly.

The bones in his chest shattered instantly, and the entire upper body was directly pierced, and a large hole appeared.

Flesh and blood flew sideways, the whole person was thrown away, shot directly on the stage, and smashed down the stage, blood gushed out, internal organs flowed out, and he was killed with a punch.

Immediately, everyone exclaimed, they didn't expect Ye Han to be so terrifying, he would kill a ninth-level martial artist in an instant with one punch, this terrifying strength shocked everyone!

"Damn! I'm not mistaken, is that fierce?"

"It's a newcomer, isn't it?"

"Damn, is this kid a descendant of the Golden-Winged Dapeng? It's so fierce that he can blow up a ninth-level martial artist with a single punch, and he's only an eighth-level martial artist!"

The audience in the audience talked a lot, all of them showed shocked faces, feeling very incredible, and the sea was immersed in this shock and couldn't extricate themselves!

"Hahaha! Good kill, good!"

"Bastards, you also have a time to die, you should be killed!"

"Yes, they should be killed, Ye Han come on!

Lin Nan and the others were pleasantly surprised, jumped up directly, shouted with joy, their eyes were red, and tears were rolling.

The anger that has been held back for so long is finally out!

When they saw that the young man was blown up by Ye Han's punch, everyone was extremely excited, it was he who couldn't play, the anger in his heart was rolling, and the hatred that had been suppressed for a long time was finally released.

"Stop, what are you doing? You actually killed your fellow door?" the referee shouted coldly, his spiritual power appeared, and he glared at Ye Han angrily.

Because it was Zhao Ritian's disciple, he died in front of him like this, how could he explain it to him later!

Looking at Ye Han's punch just now, the referee also wanted to see what would happen to this punch, but he knew that Ye Han was extraordinary.

But he never thought that Ye Han would kill that young man with one punch!

The referee's eyes were red, and anger appeared!

But is Ye Han feeling better? There are so many brothers who have died, and there are many who are seriously injured and unconscious, all of them are to blame for this referee, who was bought by Zhao Ritian, and deliberately did not stop him, and now he killed a disciple of Zhao Ritian like this, Ye Han also conflicted angrily!

Otherwise, his brothers would not have died, and the wounded would not have died.