Chapter 14: Win

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boom!

His face was wounded, and Zhao Long was kicked with a kick.

"This .. this ....." The disciples watching the battle were staring round, and the time on the stage for the confrontation was so short that they didn't react, and they didn't even know how Zhao Long was confused. foot.

"Ye Chen, you **** it." Zhao Long's roar rang out on the battle platform.

However, he has just stabilized his body, and Ye Chen has already come forward.

"Kill." Zhao Long's face was a little scary, and he waved a light handprint.

"Various flaws." Ye Chen sneered, the beast's heart was angry and the tiger jumped out of his arms, escaped that palm, and instantly killed Zhao Long.

"Being close to me is destined to be your sorrow."

The icy voice was flowing in the air, Ye Chen was already swiftly flowing with blood, his muscles and bones' depressive power broke out instantly, and a punch hit Zhao Long's chest.

puff!

Zhao Long spurted blood, and Ye Chen's punch was not that simple.

"You ..."

"What am I?" Ye Chen didn't give Zhao Long the time to react, and bullied himself to kill him again.

He looks like a beast going down the mountain, and the way out of the gloves is even weird, sometimes like a tiger, sometimes a fierce ape, sometimes a lion, sometimes like a wolf, grabbing, patting, tearing, using hands, feet, knees, shoulders, every joint on his body The parts are all fierce weapons. Zhao Long who fought was defeated one after another, and his fist prints, palm prints, and foot prints continued.

"This ... what is this style of play." On the scene, the disciples watching the scene watching the audience stunned, Ye Chen's style of play completely subverted their perception.

What about gorgeous mystery? What about gorgeous moves?

None of them, the most primitive fighting technique is used, but it is the most basic fighting technique, which makes Zhao Long suffer again and again.

what……!

At this moment, the roar of Zhao Long was on the stage.

Not long ago, he could not be proud of himself with the high attitude of his brother. At this moment, he was so embarrassed and confronted. He was condensed by a six-strength practice, and he would be beaten by a condensed gas.

Roar!

With a roar of the wolf, interrupting the hustle and bustle below, Zhao Long used mystery. His fist had been wrapped by an illusive wolf's head. At the time of his shot, there was the roar of the wolf.

"Canglangquan." The spectators in the surroundings were full of fiery eyes, as if they had seen the great power of Zhao Long and Xuan Shu, "I did not expect the first seat of Di Yangfeng, and even this secret technique was taught to Zhao Long."

"Come on!" Zhao Long frowned, punching him.

Ben Lei Palm!

Just listening to the cold drink, Ye Chen waved his regret once again, there was a thunderbolt between the palms of his fingers, the power was even more fierce and overbearing.

boom!

There was a popping sound between the fists.

puff!

The sound of vomiting blood suddenly started and Zhao Long was beaten back.

"How ... how is it possible." In retrogression, Zhao Long looked at Ye Chen with an unbelievable face, and he clearly felt the overbearing power contained in Ye Chen's palm fingers, definitely not inferior to him.

Canglangquan, which is one of the few mysteries of Di Yangfeng, is famous for his powerful attack. With this mystery, he does not know how many outsiders have been defeated.

But now, he was broken from the front by a heavy apprentice disciple, which he couldn't accept.

Is he really heavy?

At this moment, not only Zhao Long, but even the disciples who watched the battle from the audience also appeared for a moment.

"This kid is so weird." The audience was surprised, one after another, with a wonderful look.

"How? Still playing?" Outside the crowd, a group of people rushed over again, needless to say that the person who had left the field before, at this moment heard that the victory had not yet been separated, and they all returned, when they saw the fierce leaves When Chen Shi looked, he watched it.

But where do they know how deep Ye Chen's heritage is.

In the past, in the Zhengyang sect, he conquered the beast with the monster, and condensed the quartet with the realm of the Yuan Dynasty. After many experiences, Zhao Long was too strong in actual combat ability.

At this moment, Ye Chen has a large-capacity Danhai, and the amount of true energy is not inferior to Zhao Long. The powerful body after refining is inferior to Zhao Long, and the overbearing beast that is close to him is angry, so This duel was doomed from the beginning.

what…...

The scene was full of Zhao Long's roar, but no matter how angry he was, he was still suppressed by Ye Chen.

"It's over." With Ye Chen's roar, he stepped down and leapt up, and the fierce and domineering nature was lifted above him by his head. The whole posture of splitting Huashan was crisp and clear, without any gorgeousness. At all.

Hum!

The thick nature shook the air and buzzed.

Seeing this, Zhao Long talked discolored, hurriedly held up his golden sword to block, and instilled his vitality into it.

哐 Dang!

Ye Chen slashed on the spirit sword.

boom!

Zhao Long, who was standing the last moment, was half-kneeled on the ground by the sword, and he even heard the sound of a broken bone in his arm.

puff!

Immediately, a blood spurted out of Zhao Long's mouth.

Quiet, surprisingly quiet.

Not long ago, the stage was noisy, but at this time, there was only the sound of breathing, and the scene on the stage, they looked petrified.

Ningqi Five-Strength Zhao Long was actually kneeled on the ground by a heavy Ningqi apprentice disciple.

"you lose."

"It's ... it's impossible." Zhao Long growled, his legs trembling as he wanted to get up, but Ye Chen held it down with a sword.

"Your life is over." In response to Zhao Long, Ye Chen's cold voice.

At this moment, everyone in the audience is awake like a dream.

Bets are their lives.

"This ... Ye Chen won't really kill Zhao Long, can't it! Zhao Long is the first disciple of Di Yangfeng. If he cuts with a sword, he can't live."

"But I look at Ye Chen's posture, but I want to kill!"

"I'm a disciple of Di Yangfeng, would you dare to kill me?" Zhao Long seemed to be unaware of the situation at the moment, his head growling and growling.

What bets and bets are in his eyes a joke. Although he loses, he doesn't prove that he has to give up his life because he has a strong back-office.

"You dare to kill Brother Zhao, Master will not forgive you ..." Below, the disciples who came to help out in Zhengyang yelled, but scared of Ye Chen's strength, no one dared Come up.

"Before the bet, he must die." Ye Chen said coldly.

"This master, just for discussion, has to deal with people and get around." An indifferent voice sounded, and a female disciple in the crowd glanced at Ye Chen.

This female disciple is truly beautiful, with beautiful eyes and clear eyes, green silk flowing like water, white clothes wagging like a lotus flower in full bloom, and all the male disciples present were scorching hot.

"Ren Xinfeng's Su Xinyue."

"She came, she didn't even see it before."

Ye Chen bowed his head and stared at Su Xinyue. "This sister, if only Ye Chen was the loser, would you say the same thing."

"Your heart is too heavy to kill, and it is difficult to achieve a positive result." Su Xinyue still looked indifferent. Although standing in the crowd, he had a high-minded attitude. In the words, Ye Chen had already pronounced the way forward.

"Sister Shi mean, let me let him go?" Ye Chen's mouth drew sneer, depressed anger, after all, did not erupt.

This anger is not only for Zhao Long's mutilation of Zhang Fengnian, but also for Su Xinyue, because her temperament is so much like Ji Ningshuang, it is a high-minded attitude, and it is a kind of pity that looks like pity Love is fake.

"I want to get you back on the right track, so I don't want to be ..."

"Do you have any relatives?" Ye Chen interrupted Su Xinyue's words directly, and a pair of bloodshot pupils stared at her as if questioning.

The speech was interrupted, Su Xinyue frowned, and she did not know why Ye Chen asked such a question.

"If I hang up your loved one and fight for a day and night, will you kill me?" Ye Chen questioned, sneer looking at Su Xinyue, "If you can, too, show me this mercy The false posture of beings. "

"You ....." Being scolded in public like this, Su Xinyue was instantly covered with a layer of frost.

At this moment, she was indifferent like her, and her **** could not help violently rising and falling. She was a disciple of Ren Yangfeng and a flower of Heng Yuezong.

On the stage, Ye Chen has regained her gaze and raised her palm that lingers.

If this palm is broken, Zhao Long will die.

However, at this moment, a powerful momentum whistled and appeared on the battle platform instantly, turning into a figure holding a dusting hand.

This person, if you look closely, isn't it the first Ge Hong of Di Yangfeng?