At the VIP table, the two brothers Ye Xiaotian looked at each other, and both saw the look of ecstasy in each other's eyes.
Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and the joy on their faces was as thick as honey that couldn't be melted.
"My Ye family has hope for a repeat!"
Their eyes were red and their voices were trembling slightly. At the end of their words, their fiery eyes fell on the ring again.
The dust and smoke dissipated, and the bodies of the two people in the field were exposed again. The violent wind swept their bodies into chaos and dripping with blood. On the everted flesh, traces of arcs of arcane energy jumped joyfully, adding to the number of the two people.
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"Gulu." Looking at the two equally miserable people in the field, everyone swallowed involuntarily. The sound was particularly harsh in the thick air of the competition field.
With both palms facing each other, Ye Feng suddenly gave a cold smile.
"Show your true strength. If it's just this level, you won't be able to repay this debt."
Ye Fan's joking sarcasm came to his ears. Ye Fan tilted his head and smiled. That smile was like the morning sun, especially bright.
"as you wish."
The mysterious energy suddenly burst out in the palm of his hand. After pushing away Ye Feng's chopping palm, Ye Fan stepped on the whirlwind, and his legs were silhouetted. It was like lightning. It was dazzling to see. A fierce whirlwind rose from under his feet, and then flew over
The faster it turns, the strong wind inside it is like sharp knives, making a harsh "squeaking" sound when they collide with each other.
The vortex continued to grow at a stable speed, and when it reached its limit, the diameter of the cylinder was more than doubled compared to the one used during the battle with Liu Chen.
"Advanced low-level martial arts, spiral kick technique?" Ye Feng glanced at the whirlpool at Ye Fan's feet and muttered casually.
But when the vortex reached its limit, Ye Feng changed his previous relaxation, his heart trembled slightly, and all the muscles in his body tensed instantly.
"This kind of power transcends the boundaries of advanced and low-level martial arts!"
"Spiral Leg Technique!"
Ignoring the shock in Ye Feng's heart, Ye Fan gave a low shout. The vortex under his feet flew out and wreaked havoc in the air before blasting towards Ye Feng with great force.
Seeing this, Ye Feng's eyes were as bright as lightning, and he stomped the ground with the sole of his foot. His powerful kick directly left a large mark on the bluestone beneath his feet.
The moment he stomped on the ground, Ye Feng's body flew away. The heavy fist hidden in his waist roared out at the same time. It was like a rock falling down, and it hit the whirlpool as fast as thunder.
"Boom."
A low muffled sound and a powerful wind erupted from the mid-air. Then, Ye Fan's figure was shaken so hard that he "kicked" back and fell back to the ground, leaving a deep mark several meters long.
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The vortex containing terrifying energy in mid-air drew a long curve and hit Ye Feng again with the force of thunder. The long trail cut through the space, and a low sonic boom sounded faintly.
Ye Feng glanced at his fist that was still dripping blood, with a slightly stern look on his face. He didn't dare to look down upon him in the slightest. Above his head, the extremely oppressive wind messed up Ye Feng's hair.
A strand of hair hung down to his forehead, and in an instant it was cut to pieces by the profound energy in Ye Feng's body. A fierce light flashed across his eyes.
Ye Feng waved his arm, and the veins on it were bulging, and the powerful profound energy was breathing like a flame. In the faint, there was a very strong wave spreading. A dangerous aura was surging crazily in this small arena.
On the palm of the hand, the blood vessels squirmed like a horned dragon, and the bulging tube walls were filled with a sense of explosive power. Ye Feng suddenly kicked off his feet, and his body turned into a rainbow light, and then his palms burst out and danced.
The fierce wind and the crashing whirlpool were shaken together.
"Dang-dang-dang."
Deafening sounds of fighting continued to be heard in the field, and the howling storm also exploded during the collision and rolled up dust. Many people were stunned by such a ferocious posture.
Not only them, but also Ye Fan saw a look of shock on his face when he saw this scene. The energy contained in the vortex was enough to seriously injure a monk at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment with one blow. Even he himself did not dare to
He stretched a pair of fleshy palms inside. Not only did Ye Feng do this, but he didn't seem to be hurt much.
However, Ye Feng, who resisted the whirlpool, was not as relaxed as he thought. The tearing force contained in the whirlpool was like a steel knife tearing his arm. The wild energy was like a violent beast opening its fangs and mouth.
, gnawing on Ye Feng’s flesh and blood.
If this stalemate continues, Ye Feng's arms will no doubt be disabled.
Ye Feng, who was well aware of the situation he was in, flashed a ruthless look in his eyes, and the mysterious energy in his palm exploded like gunpowder. Such an almost self-inflicted attack directly exploded the whirlpool.
The vortex dissipated, and Ye Feng's palms were exposed to the public eye.
"puff."
When the vortex was exploded, Ye Fan's face flushed, and a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth under the influence of his breath.
Wiping a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Ye Feng's palm. Immediately, his breathing became stagnant. In his pupils, the surface of Ye Feng's bloody palm was like mud.
The dense white bones are vaguely visible.
At this time, not only Ye Fan, but also everyone in the audience was shocked by Ye Feng's tragic situation. Some of the younger generation even felt their scalps numb.
"What happened to Ye Feng? It actually forced him to be so fierce!"