"Sword Mad Zheng Hao is injured! It's so incredible!"
"Ye Wen, your cousin is so fierce. When the arena battle is over, we must introduce it to us!"
"When will the genius boy appear in the Ye family again? Could it be that the boy Ye Chen in front of him is the treasure hidden by the Ye family?"
“,,,”
The audience under the No. 8 arena, seeing Zheng Hao being hit by two sword lights, falling hard on the hard bluestone ground, with a trace of red blood spilling out of the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but talk loudly.
"Very good! You are really good! Next, I will let you see my true power! I hope you don't disappoint me too much!"
Zheng Hao, who fell to the ground, reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up slowly, his eyes released a high fighting spirit, and he stared at Ye Chen tightly and said.
Hearing Zheng Hao's words, Ye Chen's mouth showed a faint smile, not moved by his words at all. He just shrugged his shoulders casually and said with a calm look: "I remember being the direct descendant of your Zheng family! Since that's the case, use your bloodline power to let me see the power of the flame bloodline!"
Hearing Ye Chen's words, Zheng Hao did not refute, but nodded gently and said lightly: "You said so! Then, I will not disappoint you! However, I don't remember that the Ye family has a person like you. If I was not wrong, you should be a Ye family member who has not yet opened the Star Bloodline!"
Hearing Zheng Hao's words, Ye Chen nodded gently and said, "Not bad! I have not opened the Star Bloodline yet, but it is enough to deal with you!"
Hearing Ye Chen's words, when he saw the casual look on Ye Chen's face, Zheng Hao's face changed, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Arrogant guy!"
The transparent defensive cover on the No. 8 ring only absorbs excess energy fluctuations, preventing the personnel on the ring from hurting the audience, but not absorbing the voices of the personnel on the ring. Therefore, the conversation between Ye Chen and Zheng Hao clearly reached the ears of most of the audience under the No. 8 ring, which surprised the audience under the No. 8 ring, and looked at Ye Chen, who was standing on the ring with surprise and astonishment.
"It's so powerful that you can fight against the sword crazy Zheng Hao! If you wait until the stars open, wouldn't the sword crazy Zheng Hao be no match for him at all? At that time, wouldn't he become the strongest person in the younger generation of the imperial capital!"
"The Ye family has a genius born, and now there is a good show! I just don't know what the younger generation of the other four major families will feel?"
"Since Ye Chen is a wandering child of the Ye family, and he has not opened the bloodline of the stars, he has not been known to everyone before. He must have few friends in the imperial capital. If he can get online, when he soars into the sky and becomes one of the heads of the Ye family, wouldn't he and his family have to develop as they develop?"
“,,,”
After hearing the conversation between Zheng Hao and Ye Chen, the audience below the No. 8 arena, their heads are rapidly moving, and an idea flashes through their minds.
Zheng Hao and Ye Chen on the ring ignored the discussions of the audience below, but opened their sharp eyes wide and stared at each other tightly.
"Flame Armor!"
After looking at Ye Chen for a while, Zheng Hao roared angrily, igniting the blood power in his body. A stream of hot flames surged out of his body, quickly wrapping it up, making him a veritable fire man.
The scorching flames flowed like flowing water on Zheng Hao's body, quickly turning into a fiery red scale, covering Zheng Hao's body, wrapping Zheng Hao's entire body and head, so that it will not be harmed.
Looking at Zheng Hao, who was wrapped in flames of fire, feeling the powerful fire energy fluctuations contained on the fiery red scales, Ye Chen's face turned up, and he put the sharp sword in his hand into the Qiankun Ring. A Xuantian Flying Sword flew out of his Dantian and fell straight into his right palm, emitting powerful power fluctuations.
"Be careful, I'm here!"
Zheng Hao, who was wrapped in flame armor, casually glanced at the Xuantian Flying Sword in Ye Chen's hand, then roared, kicked the ground with force, turned into a red lightning, and galloped towards Ye Chen's body. The fiery red sword in his hand continued to suck the scorching flames, and stabbed straight towards Ye Chen's chest.
Faced with Zheng Hao's sharp attack, Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged, his magic power rolled in his body, and the steps of the ghost step unfolded, leaving behind white afterimages, flashing on the No. 8 arena.
However, what Ye Chen did not expect was that Zheng Hao, who was covered by the flame armor, not only had his defense and attack power greatly increased, but his movement speed also greatly increased. No matter how his figure moves under the pace of the ghost step, Zheng Hao could capture his movement trajectory and wave a fiery red sword on the way he had to stop moving and fight with him head-on.
Seeing that his ghost step could not provide him with an advantage in speed, Ye Chen immediately gave up the strategy of winning by speed advantage. The mana in his body rolled rapidly, and the sharp sword technique was used. The Xuantian Flying Sword in his hand turned into silver phantoms, and the extremely sharp silver sword energy shot out from the Xuantian Flying Sword, and they all sank into the flame armor outside Zheng Hao's body, and were burned to ashes by the scorching flames in the flame armor.
Seeing Ye Chen fighting with him head-on, Zheng Hao, who was wearing fiery red scale armor, had a look of madness flashed in his eyes. The fighting spirit in his body rolled, the blood boiled, and a huge fighting spirit flowed through his meridians. With his roar, it turned into surging energy and rushed into the fiery red sword in his hand. The boiling blood turned into blood mist in the sky and penetrated into the flame armor outside his body.
Suddenly, I saw that the flame armor outside Zheng Hao's body seemed to have obtained something great tonic. The momentum continued to increase, and powerful power fluctuations were released from the flame armor. The fiery red sword in Zheng Hao's hand was like a madman, not only sucking and spitting out the hot flames, emitting powerful power fluctuations.
Feeling Zheng Hao's changes, Ye Chen frowned slightly, knowing that he could not give him enough time to soar to his strength to the peak. He had to defeat or knock him down the ring before his momentum and strength reached the extreme. Otherwise, what awaited him would be an extremely fierce battle. Even if he won the final victory, his trump card would be exposed. It was an extremely unprofitable thing for him.
Thinking of this, Ye Chen did not hesitate. The mana in his body surged rapidly, and the momentum on his body rushed up like a rocket. He kicked the ground with his feet, turning into a white lightning, and quickly approached Zheng Hao's side.
Seeing Ye Chen's movements, a faint smile appeared on Zheng Hao's face. The fiery red sword in his hand swung hard towards Ye Chen's direction. A hot flame sword light quickly slashed towards Ye Chen's body.
The flame sword light is still a flame sword light, but it is a little different from the flame sword light at the beginning, with a cold and solemn meaning. The fire power fluctuations contained in it are several times that of the flame sword light at the beginning, and the power is several times greater.
Feeling the powerful fire power fluctuations contained in the Flame Sword Light, Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged and his speed did not decrease. The Xuantian Flying Sword in his hand danced lightly and directly met the Flame Sword Light.
boom!
A violent explosion sounded suddenly when the Xuantian Flying Sword in Ye Chen's hand met the flame sword light swinged by Zheng Hao. A stream of hot flames spread around with the explosion point as the center, making the No. 8 ring a world of flames. If it were not for the protection of a transparent defense cover, many spectators under the No. 8 ring would have turned into ashes or suffered severe damage under the burning of the hot flames.
After defeating the Fiery Sword Light, Ye Chen did not give Yu Zheng Hao a chance to swing the fiery red sword. The magic power in his body suddenly burst out, and a powerful force poured into the Xuantian Flying Sword in his hand. With the waving of his arm, it turned into a silver lightning and quickly slashed towards Zheng Hao's body.
Bang!
The extremely sharp Xuantian Flying Sword in Ye Chen's hand slashed hard on the flame armor outside Zheng Hao's body, making a crisp sound of metal collision. The scorching flames surged out of the flame armor, instantly covering the Xuantian Flying Sword and spreading towards Ye Chen's arm.
Seeing this scene, Ye Chen did not hesitate at all. The magic power in his body surged and shouted softly: "Gravity Technique!"
Suddenly, the gravity around Zheng Hao suddenly dropped twice, causing his weight to double. Ye Chen kicked him away with force and fell rapidly under the ring.
In order to avoid Zheng Hao's chance to turn over, Ye Chen did not hesitate or hesitate at all. His body moved and turned into a white lightning. His feet were constantly exchanged, kicking Zheng Hao's chest hard, making a crisp metal collision sound, causing his body to fall to the ground outside the ring.
In the blink of an eye, Zheng Hao's body fell to the ground outside the ring under Ye Chen's constant kick, hitting several warriors watching the battle, making an unwilling roar. Ye Chen kicked Zheng Hao's body hard, and his figure floated back to the ring No. 8, looking at Zheng Hao wrapped in flames with a smile on his face.
Zheng Hao, who was wrapped in flames, looked at Ye Chen who was standing on the ring and looked at him with a smile on his face, let out a roar of unwillingness, and a look of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.
He just fell outside the ring. His body was not severely damaged, and he also had strong combat power. However, due to the rules of ring battles, he had lost and could not return to the ring.
"Ye Chen, I will go to find you. At that time, I hope we can play a good match!"
After a long time, Zheng Hao dissipated the flame armor on his body, shouted at Ye Chen with anger, and turned around and left the central square.
Seeing Zheng Hao leave the central square, the old referee on the No. 8 ring slowly walked to the center of the ring, loudly announced Ye Chen's victory, and announced the next game.
In the next game, there was no suspense or any beauty. All the Divine servants who came on stage were shot down from the arena by Ye Chen's sword under Ye Chen's lightning speed and the unparalleled Xuantian Flying Sword.
When Ye Chen shot down the 100th God-Servant contestant, he successfully won a hundred consecutive victories and qualified for a tea party.
"I'm qualified to be friends with you now!"
Ye Chen, who walked off the arena, walked slowly to Sun Yun, who had been watching the game, and said with a smile on his face.
"Well, you are qualified to be friends with me! See you at the tea party!"
Hearing Ye Chen's words, Sun Yun nodded gently and quickly turned around and left the central square and disappeared into the crowd.