World Wide Martial Art

Zhu Shuanghua once beat up a prince from some county who had spoken a few words to Tang Chuxue in the famous Liuyuan of the powerful country, and even made the latter quit the Wu Mansion directly. His domineering and domineering attitude towards Tang Chuxue Coveted, all the warriors in the capital will remember it. Situ Reading.\\nCOM

Seeing this scene above the ring now, the eyes of these guys who had a grudge against Ye Feng suddenly shone with light.

Tie Changkong failed, but Zhu Shuanghua would never fail.

After all, one is only a third-level student in the inner palace, while Zhu Shuanghua is a genuine elite. The two of them are not at the same level at all.

Ye Feng had such a hard time dealing with Tie Changkong, how could he deal with the stronger Zhu Shuanghua?

If Ye Feng bows his head and submits, their conspiracy may not succeed, but Ye Feng's answer is simply a model of arrogance and arrogance, arousing Zhu Shuanghua's raging anger. It seems that this time, Mo Yixiao, Tie Hualong and others will take revenge. There is hope.

Originally, there was only one more fight to decide the three spots, but with the addition of Zhu Shuanghua, there was one more, and the only choice was to continue to draw lots to decide the opponent for the next round.

Seven people, playing against each other in pairs, one of them must be lucky enough to get a bye in this round.

Ye Feng's luck was not very good, certainly not bad. He did not have a bye, but his opponent was Qi Yuankai, a student from the inner martial arts academy with average strength.

The two came on stage. Qi Yuankai was different from Tie Changkong. He and Ye Feng had not had any disputes before. Facing Ye Feng, an opponent with an elite title, he naturally had some fears in his heart.

Originally, his strength was not that strong, even worse than Tie Changkong. In addition, his momentum was suppressed by Ye Feng. The result of this challenge could be imagined.

After about a stick of incense, Qi Yuankai was punched by Ye Feng, and the challenge ended.

It can be said that Ye Feng won relatively easily.

But in the No. 1 arena next to him, Mo Qingfeng was more relaxed than Ye Feng. With only three sword strikes, he defeated Long Chen, a disciple of the Long family, and successfully advanced.

On the second stage, Zhu Shuanghua faced off against Feng Ye.

As the seventh elite in the martial arts, Zhu Shuanghua's strength is obviously evident. Moreover, he joined out of thin air without spending any energy before, so he has the upper hand.

But Feng Ye, who came up from a subordinate county, had an invisible tenacity. He fought with Zhu Shuanghua several times on the challenge stage. Although he did not have an advantage, he was not at a disadvantage.

Now that the first and third stage challenges are over, almost everyone's attention is focused on the two people here.

There was a lot of noise and discussion all around.

"This Feng Ye is really extraordinary. He has been able to support Zhu Shuanghua for so long! Do you think he will lose?"

"Probably so. Zhu Shuanghua is too powerful. He is the seventh elite of the martial arts and has an innate eighth-level cultivation. He can completely defeat any inner student. Feng Ye is unlucky to fight against him."

"Just watch, maybe it won't be long before Feng Ye will take the initiative to admit defeat..."

"..."

Hearing the whispers from the crowd, Ye Feng looked at Feng Ye and slowly shook his head.

If Zhu Shuanghua really wanted to embarrass himself, then it would be of great benefit to him to let Feng Ye consume more of his Yuanli at this moment.

You can even use Feng Ye's attack to let you see some of Zhu Shuanghua's methods clearly.

Although Ye Feng was not afraid of Zhu Shuanghua, since he had such an opportunity, he naturally had to seize it better.

Feng Ye's eyes were full of fighting spirit. Such a person was similar to himself in nature. Even if he died, he would not give in easily.

How could it be possible for him to voluntarily admit defeat?

The energy of the two people on the stage was surging, and they were coming and going.

Every time he takes a shot, it carries with it surging and violent fluctuations of vitality.

The corners of Zhu Shuanghua's mouth curled up, and a group of light black mist surged above his body. This mist, driven by his Yuan Power, manifested and surged, turning into a black dragon for one moment, and then turned into a giant shadow for another. Controlled by his mind, he exuded an extremely cold and evil aura, making his whole body exude a strong smell of evil.

"Xuanbinghei evil spirit!"

Someone who knows Zhu Shuanghua said these words in his mouth.

Xuan Bing's black evil spirit is one of the secret arts of the Western Tang Dynasty's martial arts. Its level has reached the earth level, and only the elites of the martial arts are qualified to practice it.

This kind of weird energy can be transformed into any shape after being amplified by the energy of heaven and earth. It is unpredictable and very powerful.

The black energy was like a dragon, attacking Feng Ye.

Before he even got close to the opponent's body, there was an icy aura that seemed to freeze the entire world.

The surrounding warriors watching the battle could not help but tremble when they sensed this scene.

Feng Ye's figure on the stage quickly retreated. His cultivation was not as good as Zhu Shuanghua's, and the level of martial arts he displayed was even lower than that of Zhu Shuanghua. However, for some reason, Feng Ye's thin and slender figure was still able to navigate the black energy with ease.

"Fenghuo Jumai!"

He flew up, his figure soaring into the sky, and the weapon in his hand was a thin and long black sword. A long fiery red line shot out from the sword, cutting the black air in front of him into two pieces.

The jet-black rapier slowly turned red, releasing surging heat.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng nodded secretly: "Zhu Shuanghua's martial arts belong to the cold attribute, but Feng Ye, like himself, belongs to the fire attribute, and he has the natural ability to restrain the cold attribute."

If it were him, he would also have an advantage in terms of martial arts.

"Um?"

Seeing that his black evil spirit was restrained by the opponent, Zhu Shuanghua frowned slightly, but there was no big reaction on his face. So what if his martial arts were restrained.

Everything depends on strength.

The black evil energy swirled in the air, like a huge wind tunnel, whirring and sweeping away, and it was possible to roll over at any time, and in Zhu Shuanghua's hand, there was an extra sharp sword.

"I want to see whether your fire-attribute martial arts is stronger or my dark-ice attribute is stronger."

Standing above the arena, Zhu Shuanghua looked down at the surroundings, his cold murderous intent blooming.

The entire challenge stage was filled with flames on one side and howling cold wind on the other.

Forming extremely bizarre sides.

Feng Ye's whole body was shrouded in fiery red, his expression was firm, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he had an expression of fierce determination.

At this moment, Zhu Shuanghua, who was floating in the air, shouted loudly, and the sharp sword in his hand sent out a cold sword intent, piercing the void, and swung it down at Feng Ye.

"Ruthless Fire!"

Feng Ye danced the black thin sword, and a line of fire shot out from the sword body. With a sneer, he blocked the attack of the frozen sword intent.

The two of them landed with a muffled sound at the same time.

Everyone was stunned. No one expected that Feng Ye, who was born in a subordinate county, was so powerful and could compete with the elites of the martial arts.

On the high platform, Prince Qi and other important figures were also slightly moved.