In the face of the rapidly flying vacuum blade, the opponent's sword skills were so high that they cut through the atmosphere, and the flying sand stirred up along the way was like fireworks splashing on both sides, and the ninth lord did not dare to take it lightly, but the Colosseum was full of imperial people, and he did not dare to dodge in front of everyone.

In desperation, the Ninth Lord could only clench his fists with both hands, the muscles on the outside of his forearms bulged high, like a shield, his right hand was lying horizontally above, his left hand was on the side, and his left foot took a step forward, and the whole person was tightly attached to his knees, making sure to reduce the attack surface.

The front and back two vacuum blades slammed into the target's body, comparable to the edge of a divine soldier, and suddenly on the left and right forearms of the ninth lord, a deep wound was visible.

Blood splashed, skin and flesh bloomed, and everyone who saw this scene trembled violently in their hearts, especially those with delicate thoughts, who cried out with empathy, as if they were also so seriously injured.

However, the Ninth Lord didn't even let out a suppressed moan of pain as if he was fine, and after the singing crystal buried in his body was activated, he had the ability to manipulate muscles, but it only made the muscles near the wounds on his hands and arms tense, and the blood stopped smoothly.

At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu's left foot suddenly borrowed strength, jumped forward violently, clenched the Damascus scimitar with both hands, and when he was only one step away from the ninth lord, he suddenly landed on his right heel, and then took the whole leg as the central axis, with the help of the momentum of lifting speed, he quickly turned around on the spot, and slashed out a "crescent moon sky rush" fiercely!

The Ninth Lord knew that he would lose if he defended for a long time, and he did not hesitate to untie his defensive stance, his body stiffened suddenly, and he did not retreat but advanced forward to approach the opponent's attack range.

At the last moment, the edge of the vacuum blade flew almost against his nose, and the ninth lord felt a tingling pain, realizing that his mistake had hurt the proud big nose.

Just as the Ninth Lord cut into the opponent's attack range and prepared for the hand-to-hand combat that he was best at, the scimitar in Ye Zhiqiu's other hand unexpectedly slashed down.

The shadow of death instantly grabbed the body and mind of the Ninth Lord, and in desperation, he could only give up the plan of melee combat, his hands crossed and raised above his head, his body slightly short, and he just grabbed the opponent's wrist impartially.

With a click, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't react, his left wrist was dislocated and loosened, and as for the slash that contained great power, it was also cracked by itself because of the old use of the move and the halfway abandonment.

From the move just now to now, the two sides have exchanged several moves, life and death are on the line, the audience in the Colosseum saw such a high-level battle, their own side has the upper hand on the bright side, and suddenly couldn't help but raise their hands high, cheering wildly and even roaring.

The voices of fifty or sixty thousand people, like thunder, almost deafened each other's ears, and the hungry beasts under the Colosseum were also emotionally excited, and they couldn't help but roar.

And on both sides, the Ninth Lord's face showed a smug smile, as if he had seen the dawn of victory. At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu showed a disapproving smile: "I said, sword technique is a martial art that I am not good at!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Zhiqiu's left elbow muscle jerked back, only to hear a click, but without the help of external force, he forced the dislocated wrist back to its original position with the skillful strength of the muscles.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Zhiqiu's right hand took the initiative to give up the Damascus scimitar, his five fingers clenched into a fist, and at an angle that no one expected, he sent out a blow that broke the air!

"Hundred Steps Divine Fist Secret Technique, Air Cannon!"

With a bang, the head of the Ninth Lord bent back sharply as if it had been hit head-on by a battering ram, and the audience at the Colosseum not far from the two of them could hear the sound of the cervical vertebrae breaking.

However, after all, he is a repetitive Storm Lord, not only is his vitality very tenacious, but even his body structure seems to be different from ordinary people. A fractured cervical vertebra alone may not have killed the Ninth Lord.

Ye Zhiqiu felt that the staggered arms holding his left hand did not lose their strength, and he realized that his air-breaking fist strength might not be able to kill this guardian of the Desert Empire's holy land.

At this moment, the ninth lord's fist-clenched hands suddenly opened, and with a technique similar to that of a golden snake's silk wrapping hand, he firmly locked Ye Zhiqiu's left hand, as if the weight of the whole person was hanging on it.

"It's too underestimating me! Secret Skill: Spirit Cat Bone Shrinking Skill!"

Ye Zhiqiu took the initiative to spread the muscles of his left hand, causing the phalanges to move freely like beads, becoming as soft as a boneless, unable to stand the force at all, and suddenly retracted it, and successfully broke free from the shackles and broke free from the ninth lord's snake grip.

There was a series of crackling sounds, and the detached phalanges quickly returned to their positions, and the muscles that were clumped together were also successfully restored to their original shape.

Such a strange and inexplicable martial art can temporarily change the body structure, which not only exceeded the expectations of the Ninth Lord, but also made the storm priests who watched the battle worry for a while.

So far, the generals on his side, although he has gained the upper hand on the surface, has not caused any pressure on the opponent, and the injuries on the outside of his forearms have not recovered as before, he is a storm lord with strong self-healing ability!

"Manipulating the muscles to activate, fifty percent!"

The Singing Crystal buried in the Ninth Lord's body entered full power operation, and he had to change his position and quietly emerged, right in the middle of his chest, and the lower part of his acupoint.

Immediately after, Ye Zhiqiu saw that the opponent's muscles kept expanding, and his arms were as thick as his thighs, which had already surpassed the scope of ordinary people, and entered the realm of devil muscles, just like Brother Huyulu, his body exuded a terrifying aura.

With the drastic changes in the muscles, the arteries of the Ninth Lord became extremely thick, and the sweat oozing from the pores of the front chest and back had an ominous bright red.

In Ye Zhiqiu's field of vision, the black line on the opponent's neck disappeared completely, and only the middle of the eyebrows was still an inch long, looming, retaining the last fatal point.

At this moment, the Ninth Lord stretched his right hand back, clenched his big fist in the sand pot, and slammed it down on the opponent, that is, Ye Zhiqiu.

Even though his body had become huge, his speed had not decreased. Ye Zhiqiu didn't dare to slap his edge lightly, his feet suddenly exerted force, and the whole person was almost sliding backwards against the ground, just to dodge this heavy punch that the desert wind could overwhelm.

With a bang, the vast desert sand of the Colosseum seemed to explode a submarine mine, and a three-bladed high, thick sand pillar burst out on the spot, where the ninth lord's fist was, and a deep pit was sunken down.

Ye Zhiqiu's cheeks were swept by the high-speed splashing sand, and there was a slight sting, looking at this amazing power, he couldn't help but nod slightly, the opponent's fist was like a 105mm light howitzer, and there was an unsettling crater where it hit.

"The temptation is over!

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