Nine Stars Killer

Ye Feng didn't expect that the penalty given to him was so light, just depriving him of resources for half a year, and still being able to participate in the competition.

"Well, go back and prepare for the game!"

Regarding the academy’s judgments, the disciples on the high platform showed natural expressions, and it didn't seem to be surprising. For the genius disciples, the academy would do its utmost to protect them and even let them fight each other and grow up faster.

After speaking, Hon Yuan Hun Yuan left, and only Ye Feng and Jian Chengfeng were left on the ring.

Jian Chengfeng didn't seem to expect that the academy would actually give such a painless sentence, staring at Ye Feng viciously, his whole body full of murderous aura.

"You pray not to meet me, otherwise I will let you taste the taste of life is better than death!"

Jian Chengfeng still didn't dare to question the academy's punishment. Even if he had an idea in his heart, he would not show it. He could only spread his anger on Ye Feng.

"With each other, I will apply what you say to you one by one!"

Ye Feng sneered at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth. This sword had no repentance, and was still hitting himself secretly. Now he was openly provoking, causing Ye Feng to lose his patience. If he met again, he would never show mercy.

Neither of them stayed too much and returned to their area, and the game continued.

Back on the high platform, I found that Kou Chenlong was awake, Mei Xiaoyao was waiting on the sidelines, tears still in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Ye, thank you for saving me again!"

Kou Chenlong was about to stand up when he finished speaking, and Mei Xiaoyao should have told him everything just now.

"If you lie down, rest assured, hurt the people around me, I must return ten times!"

Ye Feng signaled Kou Chenlong to lie down with serious injuries, but there was no life-threatening life. Jian Chengfeng still seemed afraid to kill in public. Fortunately, he did not hurt his internal organs and he could fully recover after a few months of rest.

The game was still going on, until 10 in the afternoon, more than 200 people were eliminated tragically. This time Mei Xiaoyao was no exception. The defeat in the hands of Master Dan Guan Leng Xue was a glorious defeat.

After a short break, the arena is still changing. This time it has become twenty arena, and the area has doubled, because afterwards, the strength is getting higher and higher, the destructive power is also stronger, the area of ​​the arena and the protection and protection are increasing.

The new round of lottery began, and there were less than 20 people left in Xuan Courtyard. At the end of this round, it is estimated that there are fewer left.

There are the most people left in Zhongtian, about 50 people, the Tianxingyuan has close to 50 people, and the others are 20 or 30 people.

Looking at the bamboo stick in his hand, Ye Feng drew No. 200, ranking relatively low, and it is probably the last round of appearance.

Twenty arenas lighted up in an instant, and forty disciples fell together, and three Tangkou masters appeared. They were Qiguan Kuangdao, Mighty Hall He Zijing, and Wukui Yuan Ye Wuyou. They all defeated their opponents with one move. So far, no one has forced them to resort to the second move.

After half an hour, twenty people were eliminated tragically. The second round continued, and forty people appeared. This time there were four senior cousins. No accident, they were still promoted smoothly.

The third round started very quickly, and the powerful people were able to advance smoothly. The level was almost the same, and they didn't want to give up. There were many arenas stained with blood.

Until the fifth round, Ye Feng appeared, and his opponent was an Innate Realm disciple.

"Senior Brother Ye, I know it's not your opponent, I give up!"

This disciple was very enthusiastic and acted to admit defeat. So far in the game, the first voluntary abandonment occurred.

"Concession!"

Ye Feng gave a fist to express his thanks.

Back on the high platform, continue to watch the game until dusk. The round was over. Only about 120 people remained. Even though many people defeated their opponents and were seriously injured, it was difficult to make further progress.

"Up to now, everyone has seen the competition. It is very fierce and cruel. We all see your performance. I hope you can grit your teeth and strive for better results. Take a break and compete for the top sixty. name!"

Real Hun Yuan stood up, glanced around, and his voice spread from every corner.

Everyone is nervous. Today is different from the previous one. There are ten more places to go to the fantasy world. The most critical moment has come. No one wants to be eliminated like this. Once lost, they will lose the opportunity to travel to the fantasy world.

Pause!

The surrounding area was silent. Everyone was seizing the time to make the final recovery. A large number of true spirit pills were taken out and started to swallow them. The instructors on each high platform continued to heal the wounded.

A stick of incense time passed quickly, and many people had opened their eyes. In their eyes, there was a sense of determination, a strong momentum began to burst out, and the intent to fight was ruthlessly raging.

The lottery has been sorted out, and the new numbers have been placed, waiting for everyone to continue the lottery.

There were only a dozen people left in the courtyard, and there were only a dozen in the lottery cage. One by one carefully took out one of them, because they were afraid of drawing out a strong opponent. The thirteen seniors were the least willing to face. .

The last bamboo stick was left to Ye Feng, and he stretched out his hand and took it out. The number seven was written on it. Ye Feng was about to play in the first round.

In the end, it doesn't matter who will play first and who will play later, as the gap in strength is getting closer.

After falling down on the seventh ring, the opponent had already fallen. After seeing Ye Feng, this disciple showed a strong momentum, and his fierce fighting spirit burst out instantly.

"Now Ye Feng is in danger. He actually encountered the Thunderbolt hand Tamron. He is a real martial artist. I heard that he was preparing for the big competition a month ago."

At the moment Ye Feng fell off the ring, disciples around shook their heads, thinking that Ye Feng's good fortune was about to end.

Ye Feng has also heard of some information about the Thunderbolt player Tamron. This man is a militant and a real militant. His fame and skill is a pair of hands. Those who died in his hands can hardly perform three tricks. They are very tough. .

"Recently, your reputation is booming. I have always wanted to meet you and suffer from opportunities. Today we happen to be able to rise and fall. Let me learn what is unique about you!"

Ye Feng’s name has indeed risen madly in recent months. Many inner disciples only know the name, but don’t know who they are. Young disciples must be competitive. The Thunderbolt hand Tamron is no exception. They want to know whether the rumors are true. .

"With each other, the name of Tamron, the Thunderbolt player, is like a thunderbolt!"

Ye Feng gave a fist!

"please!"

Tamron made a gesture of asking Ye Feng to make a move first.

The two of them attacked in an instant and rushed together in a small space. A palm wind that was enough to shatter everything crossed towards Ye Feng's face. The thunderbolt palm pursued fast, accurate, ruthless, and very overbearing, and all shots were killing moves.

"Boom boom!"

The two played against each other in a row, every palm was taken by Ye Feng, unable to break through Ye Feng's defense.

The figures crossed each other, the two changed their angles, and thirteen thirteenth styles were displayed to their heart's content.

"Look at it, Senior Brother Tenglong has already performed the fourth trick, and he still can't defeat Ye Feng!"

Someone on the high platform exclaimed that the thirteen thirteenth style of the thunderbolt is very powerful. As long as the move is made, it is endless, one move and one move, without giving the opponent any chance until it is hit by the palm.

Ye Feng's body was like a fish, moving from side to side. Every time the Thunder Palm attacked, it wandered against Ye Feng's body, unable to hit his body. The disciples around him were trembling with fear.

"Thunderbolt Tornado Palm!"

After five consecutive palms failed to hit Ye Feng, Tenglong's eyes were cold, and he seemed to be really angry. He palmed again and used the whirlwind palm. This is the sixth palm to the ninth palm superimposed, and the three palms fired in a row.

"Ye Feng is in danger. I know this whirlwind palm. It is a superposition of three palms and is unmatched in power. Look at how Ye Feng dodges!"

For a long time, Ye Feng had been evasive and did not counterattack. Now that he was surrounded by palm prints, everyone wanted to see how Ye Feng evaded, or Jedi counterattacked.

"Good hand!"

Ye Feng sighed. Although this thunderbolt palm technique is not as good as his own powder body shattering fist, it is still not to be underestimated. In addition, Tenglong has cultivated it to the Dzogchen level, comprehending the essence of the palm technique, and there is a roar between shots. Body and palm are seamless.

Tamron attacked faster and faster, gradually wrapping Ye Feng, and Ye Feng's range of activities gradually reduced, like a large cocoon pupa, controlled by palm prints. If he did not counterattack, Ye Feng could only suffer a thunderbolt palm blow.

"Take it, if you don't do it, you will die under my palm!"

Seeing Ye Feng's plan to fight back, Thunderbolt's hand Tenglong uttered a loud shout, and his palm suddenly accelerated and shot Ye Feng fiercely.

"not necessarily!"

Ye Feng's voice was very ethereal, his body made an unbelievable angle, his waist was condensed into an S shape, and his palms passed through his waist. Ye Feng's footsteps faltered, and his body ejected, out of the control of palms, and appeared outside the circle.

"what!"

Many people on the high platform screamed at the same time, stunned by Ye Feng's weird posture, and the evasion was so wonderful that the thunderbolt palm was walking close to his body, completely unable to understand how Ye Feng left his palm. Controlled by law, burst out from the extremely small space.

"boom!"

A palm fell in the air, and the thunderbolt palm split on the ring, with a thud, and a large basin appeared on the ground. If it hit Ye Feng, it would be seriously injured.

"What a beautiful posture, it's just amazing!"

Many disciples looked fascinated, one attacking, one hiding, attacking like thunder, avoiding like misty, completely unimaginable, if they were replaced by them, would they be able to avoid such a small space?

Thunderbolt's hand Tenglong was also taken aback, and he didn't seem to expect that Ye Feng could evade his whirlwind palm. With a single shot, the palm was hit again, and it was continuous, even more violent than the previous palm, like a torrential rain.

Facing the overwhelming palm technique, Ye Feng draws an arc at the corner of his mouth and disappears in place again. No matter how fierce the palm is, he cannot get close. Ye Feng wants to test how powerful the thirteen thunderbolt style is. If Ye Feng Shot, already defeated Tamron with a punch.