As Yue Chenlian fell to the ground, this competition was over in a sense.
"Did Yan Ting win?"
"Probably not yet. After all, Yue Chenlian is a third-level Yuan Luo. Yan Ting has never taken the initiative to attack from the beginning to the end. These three or two punches and kicks are not enough to knock Yue Chenlian down, but judging from the few moves just now
, Yue Chenlian is probably not Yan Ting’s opponent, in Yan Ting’s hands, he has almost no room to fight back.”
"That's right, Yue Chenlian even released the power of his soul, but he was still beaten to the ground by Yan Ting. If there was a real fight, he might not be able to win against Yan Ting."
Even if the people present didn't want to believe that Yan Ting was superior to Yue Chenlian, they had to believe it when the facts were in front of them.
With just one palm and one kick, Yue Chenlian fell to the ground and counted for several breaths. This kind of strength is considered to be in the upper echelons of the empire. What's more, Yan Ting's cultivation level is not as good as Yue Chenlian. Isn't this right?
Doesn't it mean that with the same cultivation level, Yan Ting can crush Yue Chenlian to death?
Yue Chenyuan's face was ashen. He thought that no matter how powerful Yan Ting was, he could at most be on par with Yue Chenlian. After all, the latter's martial arts and skills came from the Yue family and would not be any worse than those from Zhulu Academy. However,
This result disappointed him greatly. After Yue Chenlian released his soul, coupled with the Yue family's Xuan-level high-grade Yuan skills, Yan Ting was able to carry him down with one hand and... punch him through!
"Yue Chenyuan, it seems... the members of your Yue family are indeed nothing more than this." Feng Hanyao looked at Yue Chenyuan indifferently and said in a neutral tone.
"Your Highness, Shen Lian hasn't lost yet. It's too early to say this now." Yue Chenyuan slightly cupped his hands and said.
"Everyone has seen the result. If you say he didn't lose, do you believe it?" Zi Qianying sneered.
Yue Chenyuan snorted coldly: "Since it's a competition, we can't judge the winner just by who falls down once. Although Yue Chenlian fell down due to a mistake, he didn't suffer any injuries. If we judge him as a loser because of this,
, and therefore depriving him of the qualification to participate in imperial discussions is really unconvincing."
With Yue Chen's cultivation and body as a third-level Yuan Luo, it is indeed unrealistic for Yan Ting to injure him with just one punch and one palm.
"Oh?" Zi Qianying's brows were filled with eyebrows, and she looked at Yue Chenyuan with a look of contempt: "Then you mean that in order to win or lose, one side needs to be unable to stand up?"
"Yes." Yue Chenyuan said solemnly: "It's about your qualifications to discuss Taoism. Only in this way can you convince the public."
Yan Ting naturally heard what was said outside the barrier. He glanced sideways at Yue Chenyuan, then looked at Yue Chenlian, and said coldly: "It seems that your brother is very dissatisfied with your performance."
Satisfied, now, you have to take half of your life to be responsible for what he said and his face."
Yue Chenlian's pupils narrowed. He raised his hands and slowly got up from the ground. Looking from the front, his whole face was red from Yan Ting's kick. One side was obviously red. That was where Yan Ting kicked him.
A slap in the face.
Suddenly, his nostrils felt hot, and two streams of blood spurted out from them.
Yue Chenlian smiled sadly and wiped the blood in front of his nose. The energy that had collapsed in his body quickly gathered again in an instant, and the pressure he brought to Yan Ting was no less than before.
"Yan Ting, I haven't lost yet, keep going." Earthy yellow energy surged from Yue Chenlian's arms, and an illusory hill appeared again above his head.
Yan Ting sneered, shook his head helplessly and said: "Yue Chenlian, you have to think clearly, I showed mercy before because you are still a member of the Fengxuan Empire no matter what, even if you are used by others and deprived of the empire's ability to talk about Taoism,
Qualifications, I don’t want to seriously hurt you, after all, I don’t want to be an enemy of the Yue family, but if you don’t know how to advance or retreat, I don’t mind wasting half of your life.”
"Stop fucking nonsense." Yue Chenlian yelled, pointing at Yan Ting, the aura in his body rising steadily, and he was on the verge of reaching the limit: "I was careless before, and that's why I was hurt by you. Next, I will let you
You bear a hundred times the humiliation inflicted on me."
Yan Ting's eyes were half-squinted. The matter had come to this, and he had tried his best to say and do everything. Since the other party insisted, there was nothing he could do.
He stretched out his palm and hooked it towards Yue Chenlian.
Faced with this provocative move, Yue Chenlian's hair stood upright under the surging air waves. The small mountain above his head was also held in his hands at this time, and all the energy from his body was poured into the mountain. The original appearance
The phantom mountain actually transformed into reality within two breaths, turning into a mountain nearly ten feet high.
"Yan Ting, take advantage of my move."
Yue Chenlian held up Shan Yue with his hands, pushed with both palms, and smashed directly towards Yan Ting.
Yan Ting jumped ten feet in one step, crossed the small mountain from above, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and slammed towards Yue Chenlian.
Yue Chenlian crossed his arms, and the vast vitality condensed into a shield between his arms. Yan Ting hit the intersection of his arms with a domineering punch. The vitality surged and the air wave collapsed. The vitality shield between Yue Chenlian's arms was instantly blasted.
Yue Chenlian was so shocked that he took dozens of steps back, but still couldn't withstand the remaining force of Yan Ting's punch and fell directly to the ground.
Yan Ting suddenly turned around, and the small mountain flew towards him again. He stretched out his left hand and pressed his palm against the mountain. The strong force of the impact knocked Yan Ting back more than ten feet. Yan Ting raised his eyebrows.
His right palm hit the mountain again, causing countless cracks, and then the mountain was barely blocked.
"Yue Chenlian's mountain soul is indeed something. The impact force is so strong. If we hit it head-on, even I will suffer if I'm not careful." Yan Ting muttered in his heart, he kicked out, and the ten-foot-high mountain was suddenly destroyed.
He kicked him several feet away.
Behind him, Yue Chenlian attacked again. He rushed into the air and raised one arm to the sky. A formation filled with golden light gathered in his palm. His bloodshot eyes looked at Yan Ting, and his roar like a ghost resounded through the space.
: "Yan Ting, go to hell, Golden Stone Sky-blasting Formation!"
The golden formation headed towards Yan Ting, and countless golden boulders shot out from it. The speed was extremely fast and the attack was extremely fierce.
Yan Ting pushed out his palms, and the demonic energy gathered in front of him like mist, blocking all the golden boulders that fell down.
At the same time, there was a sudden sound from the mountains behind him, and Yue Chenlian grabbed the space with his other hand. The mountain rose into the air, and then suddenly crashed down.
Yan Ting suddenly raised his head, withdrew his demonic energy, struck out with a palm, and collided with a gold stone. He retreated far away with the help of the huge force exploded by the stone, and somersaulted out of the suppression range of the mountain.
Yue Chenlian pushed with both hands, and the mountain hit Yan Ting again. Demonic energy surged in Yan Ting's arm. He shouted fiercely and punched the huge mountain in front of him. The majestic dark light that erupted for a moment actually directly covered it up.
The entire battlefield.
"What kind of power is this?" Looking at the abyss-like dark aura in the barrier, a sense of fear suddenly arose in everyone's hearts.
"This kind of power is so weird, is it also a Yuan skill of Zhulu Academy?" Zi Qianying whispered.
The black light dissipated, and what appeared was a scene that made everyone present dumbfounded and their expressions frozen. In the middle of the ten-foot-high mountain, a hole with a diameter of five feet appeared. Yan Ting punched directly through the mountain.
.
"puff!"
Yue Chenlian spurted blood wildly. The mountain was his soul, and the soul was severely damaged. He was also seriously injured, but despite this, he still refused to give up. A huge gold stone was shot out from the golden light array in his palm, and crashed down.
Yan Ting's eyes were sharp, and the fist of demonic energy that had not yet dissipated was blasted directly at the falling gold and stone. With one punch, the gold and stone was turned into powder. Behind the diffuse dust and mist, was Yue Chenlian's decisive fist, bringing with it violent power.
, one left and one right blasted towards Yan Ting at the same time.
"Seeking death!" Yan Ting gritted his teeth and shouted in a deep voice, punched out with both fists, and collided with Yue Chenlian's fist in the air.
The two tyrannical forces exploded immediately, and the chaotic energy spread around like the frenzy generated by a meteorite falling into the sea, violently hitting the barrier.
Following the collision of this move, a few insignificant bone-crushing sounds were heard amidst the deafening sound of muffled thunder. Yue Chenlian's fists had all the phalanges broken, and both arms spasmed for a moment.
Under the shock of the punch, Yue Chenlian flew backwards and was knocked out.
Yan Ting's eyes turned cold, and he flashed to Yue Chenlian's side. He stretched out his palms and clasped his head. Then he quickly charged, grabbed his head and slammed it against the barrier. There was a heavy sound like
The morning chime of the ancient bell is ringing in everyone's ears.
A bloody hole was punched out of Yue Chenlian's head. He was bleeding profusely. His head was blank and his thoughts were confused.
Yue Chenyuan was like a ferocious wolf after drinking blood. The already restless aura in his body suddenly became chaotic at this moment. He watched his cousin being defeated by Yan Ting and being hit on the barrier with a palm. What he hated the most was
What's surprising is that Yan Ting is actually looking at him.
"Yan... Ting..." Yue Chenyuan gritted his teeth.
"It seems that even if we fight with all our strength, Yue Chenlian is still no match for Yan Ting. Yue Chenyuan, do you have anything else to say?" Zi Qianying mocked without changing her expression.
"Zi Qianying, what do you want to do after you have spoken for him several times?" Yue Chenyuan shouted coldly.
Zi Qianying Liu frowned slightly and said in displeasure: "Why, you are only allowed to speak for your family, and I am not allowed to speak for him. Moreover, this is just a pertinent inquiry. Why are you speaking for him? You are
It’s not that I can’t afford to lose.”
"I can't afford to lose..." Yue Chenyuan's gums trembled and he stopped talking.
Yes, he couldn't afford to lose. To be precise, he was angry because he lost to Yan Ting.
Yue Chenlian was also a genius of the Yue family. He was the only one of his generation who lost to him, and yet he was so abused by Yan Ting. How could he be willing to accept it?
Feng Hanyao had no expression on his face, watching all of this quietly. The corners of his mouth suddenly raised. Here, he seemed to have found someone he could barely like.
"Uh... uh..." Yue Chenlian made an uh-huh sound in his mouth, and almost all the strength in his body collapsed, which also meant that he had lost.
"I told you to think clearly before doing anything, but it's a pity that you didn't listen." Yan Ting released his palm and slowly backed away. Yue Chenlian leaned on the barrier, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his pupils turning white, and his consciousness blurred.
He lost.
It was a complete defeat.
He had tried his best, but he was still no match for Yan Ting.
However, he would never let Yan Ting go so easily.
Driven by a strong killing intent, he rushed towards Yan Ting like a hungry wolf with flashback. His fists could no longer move, but he still had teeth and legs. He would never stop until the last moment.
Will give up.
Bang!
Yan Ting once again pressed his head against the barrier with a palm, raised his foot and kicked his leg. There was only a crisp sound of bone cracking, and Yan Ting directly kicked one of Yue Chenlian's legs off.
This sudden scene made everyone stare attentively. Unexpectedly, at this point, Yue Chenlian still refused to give up, and even tried to fight back until his death.
"The willpower is not bad, but it's a pity that you are not me." Yan Ting smiled coldly and then let go of his hand.
Yue Chenlian's body slipped weakly, and finally fell to the edge of the barrier.
