In an instant, the scientific alchemist known as the Storm Priest gained control of the Ninth Lord's body, and with the input of a series of codes, the singing crystal buried in the sand burial body faded its disguise, revealing the crystallization of forbidden scientific knowledge flowing from the Gate of Truth - Bloodstone, that is, the Eizhe Redstone that the true ancestors of the blood clan wandering the continent of Europa tirelessly pursued.

The capillaries around the bloodstone are stimulated and begin to expand and expand, turning into incoming blue veins and outgoing red arteries, which are like a second heart, and begin to directly supply energy to the body that is poor in electrical energy.

At the same time, Ye Zhiqiu was keenly aware that the Ninth Lord in the cage of order had abnormal changes on the surface of his body, and open blood vessels appeared, densely packed like countless overlapping spider webs.

"Interesting! Storm Lord Sand Burial is starting to hold back his big move again. Unfortunately, this move is so powerful that the prelude is relatively long. ”

Ye Zhiqiu thought so in his heart, but without a pause, he urged the Ultimate God of War to blast out a powerful punch again, covering his strong and tangible right hand, and sinked down suddenly, only an elbow away from the Ninth Lord who was sitting in the air.

The crowd of onlookers in the Colosseum, some people couldn't help but scream, and they were soon slapped back by the people around them, and pressed under the seats, so as not to disturb the two sides on the line of life and death.

Ye Zhiqiu ignored the interference factors outside the venue, clenched his fist with his right hand, and violently exerted force in the second stage, and finally shook the earth and order cage irregularly.

"We've reached the limit!"

The Storm Lord's face turned pale in an instant, and the fists in his field of vision not only did not stop, but grew bigger and bigger, and finally he couldn't help but roar wildly, and he lifted his posture of sitting cross-legged in the air, and rolled on the spot with his head in embarrassment.

The ultra-high voltage current of tens of millions of volts was in the form of an enchantment, like a blister on the surface of the lake being punctured by a needle, but Ye Zhiqiu was too exhausted because he went to the ground, and he gathered the unparalleled power of the meridians and meridians and the unparalleled power of the electric current, and did not concentrate the opponent's body, and bombarded the yellow sand ground of the Colosseum in one go.

Boom, all the gamblers and high rollers watching the game in the vicinity felt the ground shaking, as if facing an earthquake caused by a volcanic eruption, and most of them staggered to the ground.

As a result, they also missed the abnormal changes that occurred on the ground of the Colosseum, a shocking explosion, and a small half of the Colosseum ground was exploded, and a huge crater appeared within a radius of miles.

The rammed earth sand, soaked in the blood of beasts and gladiators, seemed to be visited by tomb robbers, and dozens of pitted holes appeared, which was the effect of the blasting force chain of explosions, but unfortunately no one present, including the storm priests, knew about it.

In the stands, the little nobles who sensed that the Ninth Lord might lose couldn't help but grab their handkerchiefs to cover their noses, and pressed the desperate people with all their worth, and said with resentment: "The scene is smoky, obscuring everyone's vision, the Oriental people should not want to cheat!"

The members of the Shalombas family smiled disapprerovingly, the direction of the wind was very favorable to the noble stand where they were, and no matter how big the wind and sand were, it would not affect their vision.

Listening to the scolding of the little nobles, his heart was very happy: "Scream, scold, these are just the wails of defeated dogs, and they can't change the overall situation at all!"

His gaze locked on Ye Zhiqiu's body: "A super warrior from the East actually has such a magical ability. I noticed the blue electric light that was pouring out of his body, and I thought it was the Storm Priest's test subject. Unexpectedly, this person's skills were above the ninth-ranked Storm Lord. I'm afraid that only the top three perfect mature bodies can achieve victory!"

The great nobles and several Holy Land priests who bet on Ye Zhiqiu's victory couldn't help but have a smug smile on their faces, after all, the result of the bet was to get nearly three times the gold, even if they paid a part to the behind-the-scenes manipulators of the grizzly bear gambling market, the Storm Priesthood and the Imperial Emperor, it was also an astonishing amount of wealth, which was worth the revenue of the territory in recent years.

It has to be said that the people gathered in the holy land of Maga are either rich or noble, especially the chiefs and princes of various tribes, thanks to whom the gambling board has been pushed to the level of millions of gold.

The terrain of the Colosseum covered with yellow sand has changed permanently, unlike the Ninth Lord, whose vision is not clear and he cannot find a target, with his keen perception of aura, Ye Zhiqiu has already found the Storm Lord Sand Burial who is hiding in the depths of the depression and going all out to promote the operation of the high-density energy crystals in his body.

"This big move has been held for too long, so long that even I am a little worried that I can't catch it!"

Ye Zhiqiu relied on the physical strength of the "Ultimate God of War" body protection, and brazenly broke into the depression where the Ninth Lord was located, and clenched his fist with his right hand and pressed down in the air: "Fist Zhen Mountains and Rivers!"

The strong wind pressure was like a pressure cooker lid, firmly covering the Storm Lord's sand burial, so that he had no way to dodge and had to stagger his hands.

With a bang, the rammed earth on which the Ninth Lord was standing on his feet burst into a large cloud of wind and sand, apparently exerting all his strength and barely withstanding the heavy blow of his opponent.

At such a close distance, Ye Zhiqiu saw a satisfied smile on his face, and couldn't help but shout: "The second stage is powerful, the ultimate jack pendant!"

In an instant, Ye Zhiqiu, who weighed only one hundred and eighty pounds, seemed to be overwhelmed by Mount Tai, and he couldn't even bear the Storm Lord's sand burial, his spine made a tooth-aching creaking sound, as if he couldn't bear the pressure, and his feet sank down violently until he didn't reach his knees.

Ye Zhiqiu immediately landed on his feet, his left hand was a knife, and the ultimate god of war slashed horizontally: "Palm the world!"

Before the move arrived, the edge that tore through the air directly caused dense goosebumps to rise on the neck of the Storm Lord's sandy burial, which was a signal of impending mortal danger, and between life and death, the strong hint given by the sixth sense intuition.

Not wanting to be beheaded and die, the Ninth Lord recklessly withdrew his hands, firmly held his head, and grabbed the ground with his head fiercely, because of his timely reaction, he just dodged Ye Zhiqiu's decapitation blow, but his posture looked like he was actively kneeling and begging for mercy.

In an instant, tens of thousands of spectators in the Colosseum were in an uproar, gladiators who gambled their lives to fight could lose or die, but they must not lose decently, so embarrassing in front of people.

Not to mention, most of them bet on "sand burial" to win, and many of them are pressed with their full wealth, and now they see that the dawn of victory is getting slimmer and slimmer, if it weren't for the fear that the behind-the-scenes boss of the Colosseum is the emperor, they really can't help but rush into the venue to fight.

Who knows, Ye Zhiqiu's offensive is endless, and stronger moves are coming one after another, and the withdrawn right hand gathers qi and clenches into a fist, blasting out a fist from bottom to top.

"Lushan Shenglongba"!

Ye Zhiqiu's fist wrapped around the flying sand, like a dragon and snake coiled, and hit the chest of the "sand burial" hard, like a sharp iron plow, cutting open the chest muscles, revealing a deep wound that could be seen in the bone, and then hit the jaw of the ninth lord and sent him into the sky.

With a click, the jaw of "Sand Buried" was broken and shattered, and his body was completely exposed to everyone's eyes, but the bloodstone in his body had been connected, and the breath on his body was not only not weakened by the injury, but was raised to an unprecedented intensity.

"Thank you for sending me to heaven, terrible Oriental warrior, please take it...... Thunderbolt of Fate!"

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