"Life and death fight!" Ye Ziming also took a few breaths, his expression changing uncertainly.
The so-called life and death battle does not mean a fight to the death, but it means that you can kill someone during the competition. However, in ordinary family competitions, few people engage in life and death battles.
He looked at Ye Ziming with indifferent eyes, shook his head slowly, and then said to himself: "A life and death duel, I wonder if Ye Ziming has the courage?"
With indifferent eyes and a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth, Ye Ziming slowly pressed his thigh with his right hand, relying on the pain from his thigh to make himself unusually calm. Then he slowly looked towards Ye Hao, who had a solemn expression on his face.
Nodding, Ye Ziming raised his arms and shouted coldly: "Elder, I agree!"
Even though he was only at the sixth level of martial arts after awakening his bloodline, for Ye Hao, Ye Hao has personally trained him since he was a child. Ye Hao naturally understands his strength. Maybe he can get rid of the waste Ye Chen in this battle to avoid the embarrassment of apologizing in public.
, thinking about this, Ye Hao couldn't help but cast a mysterious smile towards Ye Ziming.
There was also a mysterious smile on the corner of Ye Ziming's mouth, he nodded slowly, took a step forward, and his aura surged.
The scene that happened on the martial platform was beyond everyone's expectation. Everyone looked at Ye Chen with strange expressions. Their eyes kept switching back and forth between Ye Chen and Ye Hao. Immediately, they all sighed. The sixth level of Chuwu was facing Chuwu.
At the peak of the eighth level, wouldn't that be courting death? Everyone looked at Ye Chen with pity.
The old man glanced at Ye Wen, and then nodded slowly. A breeze slowly emerged from the old man's palm. Seeing this, Ye Hao jumped down the stage knowingly. However, at the moment of jumping,
Turning around, an invisible energy shot out from Ye Hao's fingertips, and a dark pill quietly shot into the palm of Ye Ziming's hand.
Ruo Ruo glanced at Ye Hao meaningfully, and the old man said solemnly: "The battle of life and death begins!"
Before he finished speaking, the old man's aging figure jumped out of the martial arts platform like a breeze. On the empty martial arts platform, one black and one white stood opposite each other.
Explosive zhenqi surged out of Ye Ziming's body crazily like a tide. His long hair flowed in the wind behind him. He slowly raised his right hand, and the bluish zhenqi slowly formed a sword blade, floating strangely in Yeziming's hand.
Then, a sharp explosion suddenly sounded from the palm of Ye Ziming's hand.
Compared with Ye Ziming, Ye Chen was dressed in a black robe, with long black hair draped messily on his shoulders, and his eyes were looking at the sky indifferently.
Incomparably arrogant, this move is undoubtedly a disregard for Ye Ziming, a naked disregard and innuendo.
Looking at the two young men facing each other on the high platform, all the eyes present were fixed on it. At this moment, whether the former genius is the same as the genius three years ago, or whether he is still a waste, may be revealed after this battle.
Come, many elders of the Ye family hope that Ye Chen's bloodline has awakened.
"Sister Mu Wan, do you think Ye Chen can defeat Zi Ming?" Ye Waner said in a low voice as she looked at the two figures on the stage with her beautiful eyes.
Ye Muwan slowly suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, her face darkened, and she paused and said: "Even if Ye Chen's bloodline awakens, the sixth level of martial arts versus the eighth level of martial arts...".
In the middle of her words, Ye Muwan stopped abruptly, her beautiful eyes turned, and she looked at Ye Chen who was calm and composed in the field in surprise. Even Ye Muwan felt the indifferent eyes and the sarcasm at the corner of her mouth. Seeing this, she couldn't help but continue.
: "Maybe a miracle will happen, maybe we can defeat Ye Ziming!"
Hearing this, Ye Wan'er smiled bitterly. Ye Muwan's words could not even convince her, let alone others.
Seeing that Ye Chen was about to splash blood into the sky, Ye Wan'er didn't feel the slightest pleasure in her heart. Instead, she felt a bit complicated. Seeing this, she whispered: "Maybe!"
"Trash, I have to charge interest on that account!" Ye Ziming slowly took a step forward with his right foot, stirring up the dust on the green ground. After a slight pause, Ye Ziming's body shot out in vain, moving towards the left and right.
Leaning back, two glowing green wind blades extended out.
The moment he was less than three meters away from Ye Chen, the figure suddenly stopped, his left and right arms suddenly swung forward, and the wind blades in his hands swept towards Ye Chen like a violent storm.
"Get out of the way, that's the yellow-level intermediate martial art Feng Po Slash!" Ye Muwan's pretty face turned pale, her beautiful eyes were full of urgency, and she couldn't help but exclaimed.
Around the magnificent martial arts platform, the elders of the Ye family expressed regret, shook their heads and exclaimed softly, as if they had guessed the outcome the moment the wind blade was fired out.
A sharp explosion suddenly sounded, and wind blades shot over like rain. The bright light cyan light instantly enveloped Ye Chen's body, cutting off all avenues of escape.
He raised his eyes slightly, let out a breath, and his eyes instantly became sharp.
Looking at the approaching wind blade with a calm expression, Ye Chen slowly raised his palm, and opened his slightly curled palm.
Invisible energy shot out along with the wind of the fist, his feet kicked slightly, and his figure shot out violently. His palms broke through the wind blade and pressed towards Ye Ziming, his murderous intent was evident.
The icy murderous aura swept in like a cold wind. Ye Ziming sneered several times. Ye Chen broke the wind blade to his surprise. Several wind blades extended from the palm of his hand again, waving them forward crazily to block them.
Ye Chen's figure, almost at this moment, Ye Ziming took a few steps back.
Seeing Ye Chen's figure still approaching unhurriedly, Ye Ziming's face was happy. However, in an instant, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of horror. The air around him rippled, and invisible energy shot toward Ye Ziming's chest like a torrent.
As he left, the huge force instantly made Ye Ziming's face turn pale.
The wind blade broke through, and Ye Chen's figure slowly appeared in everyone's sight. The black robe was as motionless as before!
There was deathly silence. Even an ordinary seventh-level warrior at the beginning of Ye Ziming's attack just now might not be able to take it, but Ye Chen took it so calmly.
Ye Wen looked at Ye Chen with strange eyes. The speed and explosive power were at least not what a sixth-level warrior at the beginning of martial arts should have.
"How is that possible?" His eyes flickered. At this moment, an uneasiness spread in Ye Hao's heart, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Taking a step slowly, he looked at Zi Ming with a slightly mocking smile and said, "Zi Ming, you are so incompetent! The power of intermediate martial arts is so ridiculous!"
He shook his head slowly, took a few steps again, raised his long arms, pointed at Ye Ziming and sneered: "I am a little doubtful at this moment whether you are a peak warrior at the eighth level of the first martial arts!"
With a mocking tone and indifferent eyes, Ye Ziming roared several times, and several terrifying wind blades once again extended from the palm of his hand, turning into streams of light and shooting away.
However, the seemingly powerful wind blade was turned into ashes with a casual touch of Ye Chen's fingers. Ye Chen's face became even more sarcastic, and he sighed helplessly: "What a girl, Ye Ziming
Are you a man? Can you be stronger? Can you adjust the accuracy? You are a fool. Watch carefully before fighting!"
The words were sarcastic, Ye Ziming's face turned red, he kicked his feet suddenly, his hands turned into claws, the terrifying Qi flowed at the fingertips, turned into a shadow and rushed towards Ye Chen who had a sneer at the corner of his mouth, quickly
It moves and constantly rubs against the air, making a sharp blasting sound.
"Flying Eagle Claw!" The roar exploded like thunder on the martial arts platform. Ye Hao looked at Ye Ziming's wildly shooting figure, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
Even an ordinary ninth-level warrior would not dare to underestimate the power of the flying eagle claw, let alone the weak sixth-level warrior in front of him.
At this moment, Ye Hao seemed to see the scene where Ye Chen's blood was spilled on the martial arts platform. Thinking of this, Ye Hao couldn't help but chuckle.
However, the smile on Ye Hao's face turned into a look of horror. In his horrified eyes, Ye Chen kicked out his right foot like lightning, making sharp explosions.
And that kick hit Ye Ziming right in the chest. His body felt as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and he fell backward like a kite with its string broken.
At the moment when Ye Ziming's toes were about to touch the ground, Ye Chen's figure shot out in vain. His clenched right hand slowly released, turning into a fist, and his five fingers grasped Ye Ziming's red neck like a gun.
In Ye Ziming's horrified eyes, the strength of his hand continued to increase, and he slowly lifted Ye Ziming up.
Slowly turning around, Ye Chen looked indifferently at Ye Hao, who had a look of horror on his face outside the martial arts platform. His eyes immediately fell on Ye Ziming, and a calm voice resounded on this martial arts platform that was as silent as death: