Listening to Zhang Ye's threat, the warriors below the ring who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic all shouted loudly: "Zhang Ye, tear off his short kù! Tear off his short kù! Let him fight with his bare ass!" "Yes, yes! We want to see him fight with his bare ass!"

"Hey, hey, hey, a master of martial arts, fighting with his bare butt is just extraordinary, right? It's really something to look forward to......" Listening to the messy and unbearable discussions under the ring, Fu Songcheng was so angry that he couldn't wait to jump out of the ring immediately and kill a few people.

Under the rage, Fu Songcheng's body was sluggish. Zhang Ye immediately seized the opportunity and launched a fierce attack towards Fu Songcheng's two big tuǐ.

Fu Songcheng's moonlight palm technique is developed with a wonderful set of footwork, this set of footwork is extremely wonderful, and with Zhang Ye's strong strength, it is impossible to lock Fu Songcheng's next plate. Now that Fu Songcheng was furious, he just gave Zhang Ye a chance to attack, but in just two or three breaths, Fu Songcheng's double tuǐ was slapped by Zhang Ye's hand knife, and blood flowed endlessly.

Fu Yi, the ninth elder of the Moon Kingdom True Palace, who was sitting on the referee's seat, saw that Fu Songcheng was so breathless, he sighed slightly in his heart, knowing that Fu Songcheng could no longer help Zhang Ye. He used the art of sound transmission, sent the voice to Fu Songcheng's ears, and said, "Admit defeat! You are not suitable to fight now!"

Where was Fu Songcheng willing to give up, he sent his voice back: "Ninth Elder, Zhang Ye has been attacking for so long, his true qi has been almost used. As long as I persist, I will definitely be able to kill him! Today's humiliation, I must return it to Zhang Ye today!"

Fu Yi's heart sank slightly, and he knew that Fu Songcheng had been caught in hatred, and it was useless to keep talking. After a slight sigh, the Ninth Elder of the Moon Kingdom True Hall sent a voice to Zhang Ye's ear: "The old man is the Ninth Elder of the Moon Kingdom True Palace, Fu Yibō! Boy, the old man warns you, you had better accept this battle when you see it." Fu Songcheng's identity is special, it's not something you can provoke, if he has something to do, the old man will kill you with his own hands!"

Fu Yibō's words carried a strong sense of threat. He knew at this time that Fu Songcheng was likely to be defeated, so he warned Zhang Ye in advance to prevent Zhang Ye from performing a killer.

But at this time, Zhang Ye finally gained the upper hand, where to take Fu Yibō's words to heart. Zhang Ye smiled coldly and said, "Fu Yi bō, what are you? You actually threatened me loudly?" "Vertical! arrogant!" Fu Yi bō Since he cultivated to the peak of the Martial Dao Ninefold, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this. As soon as Zhang Ye opened his mouth, he called him an "old thing", which made him unacceptable, and a murderous intent came out of him.

The Eighth Elder of the True Hall of the Guardian State sensed the murderous intent on Fu Yi's body, and immediately frowned and said, "Old man Fu, look at your murderous spirit, who do you want to kill?" The old man told you that you don't want to fight Zhang Ye's idea. Otherwise, the old man will fight with the hall master to scold, and he will have to fight with you. ”

Fu Yibō's gaze, after meeting the gaze of the Nine Elders of the Patriotic True Palace, snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and dispersed the murderous aura on his body.

On the ring, Zhang Ye smiled coldly and took out a small bloody arrow from his arms. This short red arrow is only about a foot long, and the arrow body is surrounded by a variety of complicated lines, with a faint coercion and murderous aura throughout the body.

This branch of blood pierced through the clouds, and it was the thing of the Great Ling Kingdom True Palace. A master of the Yaling Kingdom True Palace, after this bloody arrow shot the hundred-zhang giant python, this small arrow fell into Zhang Ye's hands. This small arrow is engraved with more formations, it is a rare fake weapon, and it is extremely powerful.

At this time, although Zhang Ye had the upper hand, a long-range attack could not kill Fu Songcheng at all. Therefore, Zhang Ye took out this small arrow, and he wanted to use this blood sè cloud piercing arrow to defeat Fu Songcheng with one blow.

Zhang Ye held this blood piercing arrow in his hand, silently running the true qi in the body. Finally, with a flick of his fingers, the blood-piercing arrow flew out silently!

The speed of the small red arrow is as fast as a meteor, and when it flies, the arrow body is flowing with complicated lines, and the whole small arrow is shrouded in a layer of méngméng red light, like a round of red sun suddenly rising, shining on the earth...,

"Ahh

Fu Songcheng's spirit was quite strong, and as soon as Zhang Ye's blood piercing arrow was shot, he was aware of it. But this blood-piercing arrow was destroyed by Zhang Ye's full strength, how fast was the speed, Fu Songcheng just screamed out in his mouth, and the blood-red arrow was already carrying a silent might, and suddenly shot to!

Fu Songcheng's face turned pale in an instant.

He knew that the arrow shot by Zhang Ye was a hypocrisy. Under the destruction of Zhang Ye's true qi, the power of this arrow is so great that it can shoot through a 10,000-pound boulder. If he is hit by this arrow, even if he has the protection of the snake scale baby, he will break his bones and tendons, and he will not even be able to save his life!

Seeing the danger coming, Fu Songcheng couldn't care so much anymore, gritted his teeth, and the feather fan in his hand suddenly waved, and he rushed towards the blood sè piercing cloud arrow!

"Boom!"

With a wave from Fu Songcheng, the feather fan in his hand burst into an earth-shattering liliang. I only saw a terrifying white light suddenly flashing, and a terrifying liliang suddenly appeared on the stage, and the warriors up and down the ring trembled under this liliang!

Even the elders on the referee's bench, in front of this terrible liliang, couldn't help but change their faces, they had been high and straight, and they bent down!

This liliang is the innate true cylinder from the master of the true path Fu Songcheng waved with all his strength, and the innate true qi in the feather fan was immediately sent out, in front of this innate true qi, even the great masters of the ninefold peak of the martial arts were powerless to compete!

The blood piercing arrow shot out by Zhang Ye had just touched Fu Songcheng's feather fan, and it immediately exploded, turning into thousands of fragments and disappearing.

Subsequently, the innate true qi in Fu Songcheng's fan swept out in all directions with a devastating momentum.

The air in the void of "rumbling rumbling", under the squeeze of this innate true qi, turned into a terrifying impact, making a strange sound like thunder. In the midst of the strange sound, this terrible impact swept through the entire martial arts arena in an instant, and the warriors who stood more than twenty zhang outside the battle were swept into the sky at the time, and blood spurted wildly from their mouths!

Even the warriors who are hundreds of zhang away are under this impact, and they are also turning on their backs.

All of them were slightly injured.

Zhang Ye was only more than ten zhang away from Fu Songcheng, and he was standing opposite Fu Songcheng, he was much more affected than others, and under the impact bō sweep, Zhang Ye only felt his eyes,

The weak parts such as the ears and nose were uncomfortable for a while, and a mouthful of blood spat out.

However, although he was slightly injured, Zhang Ye's face showed a hint of a smile, he didn't care about the injuries on his body, the whole person turned into a black shadow, and rushed straight towards Fu Songcheng, punching Fu Songcheng's nose!

Fu Songcheng's biggest reliance is the feather fan. Now, the innate true qi in the feather fan has been emitted by jī, and the entire fan has become a waste product.

At this time, Zhang Ye no longer has any scruples, and he can rest assured that he will fight in close quarters!

In the face of Zhang Ye's domineering and abnormal attack, Fu Songcheng didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly unfolded the moonlight palm technique and took Zhang Ye's punch.

"Boom!"

Fu Songcheng's palm touched Zhang Ye's fist, and his face changed when he landed. He felt that Zhang Ye's fist was so heavy and heavy, like a rapidly falling mountain, even if he had the cultivation of the middle stage of the Martial Dao Ninefold, it was difficult to bear it, the bones of the whole body were rattling, and the true qi in the body was disordered for a while, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood!

"What a terrible liliang! Could this person be a fierce beast?" Fu Songcheng was shocked in his heart, his mouth opened for a moment, and he wanted to admit defeat. But as soon as his mouth opened, Zhang Ye's second punch came again!

This punch was three points heavier than the first punch, and as soon as the fist came out, the terrifying energy had already pressed on Fu Songcheng's body, breaking his hair and eyebrows, and his skin was also shocked. In this case, Fu Songcheng couldn't even speak!

didn't have time to think about it, Fu Songcheng had to fight hard again.

"Lou Long!"

Fu Songcheng's body was beaten back by Zhang Ye's punch, and this time, he spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and his arms were cracked one after another under Zhang Ye's terrifying strength!

Zhang Ye was unforgiving, his figure was like an ancient god of war, he strode forward, punching out one punch after another. Zhang Ye's boxing technique was comprehended from the tip of the mysterious knife, and after seeing Du Hong's cloud-breaking hands, Zhang Ye realized something in his heart. The boxing technique displayed at this time is more domineering than Du Hong's cloud-breaking hands, even if Fu Songcheng has the cultivation of the middle stage of the martial arts, before Zhang Ye's domineering and vast boxing method, there is no way to avoid it, only hard connection!

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Every time Zhang Ye threw a punch, he beat Fu Songcheng to the point of vomiting blood several times. After a few punches, the skin on Fu Songcheng's arms cracked inch by inch, and blood oozed from the pores of his body, and the whole person was like a bloody person!

"Whoa-" Fu Songcheng let out a beast-like howl in his throat, and his eyes stared at Zhang Ye viciously, as if he was going to use his gaze to Ling Chi Zhang Ye. But this will not change the fate of being beaten in the slightest!

Looking at the boxing technique displayed by Zhang Ye, Du Hong was stunned. He stared at Zhang Ye tightly and muttered: "What a terrible fist technique! It is even more domineering than my Cloud Breaking Hands! This is the fighting fist of the ancient giants!" And at this moment, Zhang Ye suddenly hit the two most powerful punches!

"Boom, boom!"

Two loud voices sounded, and Fu Songcheng's body was beaten high by Zhang Ye, and it flew until it was two hundred zhang high, and blood fell like raindrops!。