"Huh!"

Many viewers showed excited expressions, Ye Qing did not leave, nor did he close his eyes to recuperate, but went on stage to fight, is this a demonstration?

Mo Xie was also slightly surprised, and immediately smiled disdainfully, closed his eyes, and continued to meditate and pranayama.

He didn't need to look at it, he could only expect that Ye Qing would not encounter any decent opponents, although there were many masters who came today, they couldn't make a move with Ye Qing, because they couldn't get any benefits.

At that time, there will most likely be some second-layer low-level human martial artists looking for Ye Qing to make moves, accumulate experience, and find gaps, in the second-layer martial arts arena, there is never a shortage of such martial artists, so it is not difficult to achieve ten consecutive victories, but if you win more than ten consecutive victories, you will be as strong as a forest, because at this time, you can end your winning streak, and you can get killing points.

And because the strength is too close, once the battle is a life-and-death fight, the dead people happen from time to time.

"Bai Feng Adventure Group Lu Ziqiao, please teach Lin Gongzi!"

A human warrior jumped on the field, he was not a nobody, and he was also a little famous on the second floor of the martial arts arena, although he was not the top master, but he also belonged to the delicate person in the second ladder.

As the referee announced the start of the game, Lu Ziqiao's sword was like a poisonous snake, piercing Ye Qing's chest, and his sword moves contained the artistic conception of endless water, although it was very weak, but it was also very rare, the sword aura was long, and the slashing was continuous.

However, this was nothing to Ye Qing at all, as soon as the spear came out, the qi and blood vibrated and exploded, and wave after wave directly shattered the endless sword qi.

A shot stabbed out, the tip of the spear was like lightning, as fast as if it had escaped into the void, and appeared between Lu Ziqiao's eyebrows in an instant.

"Phew!"

The murderous aura suddenly converged, Zhou Tianyu only felt a chill in his eyebrows, and the hairs on his back were upside down, at that moment, he almost thought that Ye Qing's shot was going to penetrate his head.

"I ...... I lost. ”

Lu Ziqiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but found that his back was already covered with sweat, and just now, he almost thought he was going to die.

"Concession. ”

Ye Qing put away the spear, stepped aside, and symbolically put away a little strength points, it was not good to break the rules of the martial arts arena.

"Ye Qing wins!" the referee announced loudly.

"Such a powerful shot, whether it is a gun or a murderous aura, it can be sent and received freely, and it is easy to play, I don't know how much strength Ye Qing has hidden. ”

"Well, Ye Qing is indeed powerful, but his opponent just now is too weak, even if he wins beautiful, it is nothing, Ye Qing wants to win Mo Xie...... Unlikely. ”

Compared with Mo Yan, Lu Ziqiao is not at the same level at all, and few people are optimistic about Ye Qing.

However, in the corner of the martial arts arena, a white-haired middle-aged man groaned slightly, and at that moment just now, he seemed to have a sense of time and space confusion, "Is it my delusion? The seemingly random shot of that kid just now, even if I came to face it, there was a feeling that it was difficult to dodge." ”

Four in a row, five in a row, six in a row......

Ye Qing fought to eight consecutive victories in one go, and each fight would not exceed three moves, Ye Qing won all the way with an unstoppable crushing advantage.

Although Ye Qing's opponent did not have a master, he won every battle so easily, and after six battles in a row, Ye Qing didn't even breathe, which also made people secretly frightened.

"Eight consecutive wins, it's already eight consecutive wins, today Lin Shaoxia has fought five games in a row, do you want to continue to fight the sixth game?" asked the black-clothed referee.

In the martial arts arena, the average martial artist will not go out of battle more than three times in a single day, which is actually just out of caution to avoid being too arrogant and attracting some masters to abuse people.

If Ye Qing is like this now, it is nothing to fight five games in one go.

But in fact, although Ye Qing has won so many games in a row, because most of the opponents are compatriots of the human race, there are not many points in his hands, and Ye Qing has not taken more, so Ye Qing's points in his hands have not yet broken through to eighty.

"Nope. Ye Qing glanced at Mo Ye, and silently calculated the time in his heart, to Mo Ye, he would not underestimate the enemy either, that barbarian god battle body, Ye Qing was looking forward to it.

After Ye Qing left the arena, everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Qing, waiting to see if he would leave or continue to stay in the arena.

Ye Qing is a pure newcomer, newer than Mo Ye, after all, Mo Ye has been cultivating at the second layer for many years, at this time, Ye Qing is facing Mo Ye, avoiding without fighting and not being ashamed.

However, Ye Qing just silently walked to his seat and sat cross-legged, he didn't consume much in the past few games, he meditated mainly to adjust his mentality.

"Sit down, hey, it's really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers!"

"-for-tat, knowing that Mo Ye wanted to challenge him, but he didn't pay attention to it, but with a calm expression, he was simply waiting for Mo Ye to challenge. ”

"I've seen it now!"

The master's moves, especially the two newcomer geniuses, really attracted attention, the news spread quickly, there were more and more people in the arena, and there were people entering the door of the martial arts arena, there were already seven or eight thousand people, except for those martial artists who were in retreat, everyone else came, and even some low-level martial artists who did a lot of business in the Tower of Babel also came to see the excitement.

The entire martial arts arena was crowded, but in the middle of the martial arts arena, no one was fighting, obviously waiting for Ye Qing and Mo Ye to fight.

Time passed minute by minute, Ye Qing meditated and breathed like an old monk in meditation, and Mo Ye was not in a hurry.

The surrounding audience talked about the two.

Mo Ye actually only took half an hour to recover to his peak state, but he was still meditating, and he had no intention of getting up, if ordinary people were in this situation, they would inevitably be impetuous, and they would go on the stage in advance because of the audience's waiting, but Mo Ye didn't care how many spectators there were, saying that it was an hour of rest, that is.

This concentration is terrifying.

"It's time. An hour later, Mo Ye, who had been meditating quietly, slowly opened his eyes, and his voice was as calm as the surface of a windless lake.

"Kindness!"

Some people in the audience couldn't help but admire that he could train his mental temperament to this extent and maintain the best fighting state at any time, so there were few external reasons that would affect his performance. "This guy is really terrible, not only is his strength against the sky, but his heart is also so calm. ”

Mo Ye glanced at Ye Qing, and the corners of his mouth curled, "You are waiting for me here, it seems that you have already planned to fight with me, since this is the case, come to the stage!"

Mo Ye said, his figure flashed, and he appeared in the ring first, followed by Ye Qing, and also landed in the center of the ring lightly.

"Ye Qing, I fought with Demon Rock before, and I gambled all the victory points, do you dare to bet?" Mo Xie said provocatively.

"Yes!" Ye Qing agreed.

"Haha, well, rejoice!Then you're welcome!" Mo Xie said, pulling out the long sword in his hand, and a sword let out a whining whisper in the wind.

This is the artistic conception of the wind integrated into the performance of the sword, in terms of the artistic conception of the wind, Mo Xie is far better than Ye Qing. Although Ye Qing had some understanding of the artistic conception of the wind through the spirit book, he didn't study it too much, and what he took was a tornado, and the others were all small means.

Ye Qing also pulled out the spirit weapon spear, and a calm momentum suddenly burst out, like a towering mountain, unattainable.

"Snort!"

Before the two of them could fight, the momentum between them had already collided together, and compared to Ye Qing's calmness, Mo Ye's momentum was like a flying arrow, sharp and penetrating.

"Hey, you're really extraordinary, I'll see if you can let me use a few percent of my strength." As Mo Ye spoke, his gaze changed, becoming like a cold star in the sky, cold and wanton.

"Hurricane Sword!"

As soon as the word sword came out, the sword in Mo Xie's hand disappeared, as if it had merged into the wind, and he saw the hurricane and no sword.

In an instant, countless sword lights weaved into an overwhelming net, enveloping Ye Qing.

In the face of Mo Ye's overwhelming attack, Ye Qing did not choose to resist, but disappeared in place in an instant, and the floor tiles under his feet were cut into pieces by the sword qi in an instant.

"Huh, the artistic conception of the wind?" Mo Xie slowed down the sword momentum in his hand, he was extremely sensitive to the artistic conception of the wind, and the body technique that Ye Qing used just now contained the shadow of the artistic conception of the wind.

"It's a pity, your artistic conception of the wind is different from mine, human beings' understanding of the law is really unsightly, although your body is good, but you definitely can't avoid my sword!"

Mo Xie struck out again, the speed was so fast that it was difficult to distinguish, and his body seemed to melt into the wind, connecting into a series of phantoms, and his position was completely unclear, as if it was everywhere.

The sword light condensed into dense thin lines, intertwined like a net, there was no gap at all, and there was no way to avoid it!

The highly compressed power of qi and blood, combined with the artistic conception of the pure wind, such an attack is terrifying.

Ye Qing retreated again and again, but after all, he couldn't avoid these sword lights, his clothes were torn, and he was in danger.

"Mo Ye's sword is too sharp, the angle is also extremely tricky, there is no trajectory to follow, even if I face this kind of sword light, it is very headache, if Ye Qing just dodges it, he will definitely lose. ”

"In the final analysis, it is the gap in artistic conception, Ye Qing's comprehension of artistic conception is far inferior to Mo Ye, compared with Mo Ye's artistic conception, it is too unwise to use his own shortcomings and attack the enemy's strengths!"

"Indeed, in terms of artistic conception, how can the human race be compared to the barbarians!"

In the corner of the stands, the two senior trialists observed the battle situation, their eyes were still very accurate, and the artistic conception of the two people on the stage could be distinguished at a glance, "Hmm? I've been forced into a corner, see what he does!"

On top of the ring, Ye Qing was sandwiched in the middle by dozens of sword lights, and there was no place to dodge. Many orcs in the audience showed gloating expressions, waiting to see Ye Qing deflated, seeing Ye Qing's arrogance before, and now he is being abused.

"It's a dead end!" Ye Qing frowned, in fact, it was very easy to break through Mo Ye's sword light, as long as the power of the spirit book was cast, the fierce storm vortex, any sword light would be shattered into nothingness.