Uncrowned Evil Emperor

"Wow!" Feng Jueyu slammed on the granite surface like a cannonball, splashing countless gravel, and the entire arena was filled with smoke and dust. In the thick gray fog, a drag mark three to four meters long appeared clearly. On the ring floor.

Since the war, this is the first time that someone has been severely injured and almost destroyed the ring. You must know that the hardness of granite is not worse than that of fine steel. Feng Jueyu's body can smash the ground, which shows how cruel the palm just now is up.But the ultimate goal of the competition is to decide the winner, the weight of the shot is beyond the control of the two players in the competition, so everyone is not surprised that Feng Jueyu was injured.It can only be said that he is inferior to others.

However, Feng Jueyu has always displayed very ordinary strength and extraordinary means. Such a sudden defeat made the Zhu family a little unacceptable. He frowned, worried that Feng Jueyu's cultivation base would be greatly damaged by this blow, and it would be a trivial matter not to win, but it would be troublesome if the serious injury would not heal and affect his future cultivation.

"Haha, Feng Jueyu has lost." Lin Xin, who had been silent in the audience, laughed loudly, that palm seemed to be hitting Feng Jueyu himself, and it was indescribably joyful.

It's a pity that before he finished speaking, he was stared at by many masters on the stage. Lin Zhenhai gave Lin Xin a look of resentment, and cursed: "Idiot, shut up."

"Heh." Qian Fengji glanced this way, didn't say much, but there was some indescribable meaning in his eyes.

"This..." Feng Rulan looked at Jing Juexin and Yun Yurong beside her, and hesitated to speak.Both Jing Juexin and Yun Yurong shook their heads, the expressions on their brows were extraordinarily solemn.

In fact, what they saw just now was different from many people. They felt a lot of doubts about the instantaneous changes in the fierce battle, such as Feng Jueyu's aura and his inner breath were very full. Unbelievable things, plus Feng Jueyu's palm was not panic, it can be said that Feng Jueyu has always given them the feeling that they have always been able to handle things with ease, even the occasional loopholes can be enough.But after that palm fight, Feng Jueyu's arm was visibly soft, and the tyrannical true energy gave off a feeling of loosening suddenly, which is strange.

Even if Feng Jueyu lost to Zhong Yuhe, this palm was not defeated so badly, but what did they say, such as poisoning, they couldn't see any signs of Feng Jueyu being poisoned, could it be that Zhong Yuhe's move Is there anything else brilliant?

Everyone couldn't figure it out, but Feng Jueyu understood it very well. He knew that he was poisoned, and it was not a general poison, but a poison that could dissipate the true essence in an instant. He looked at his palm, if he didn't observe carefully, , there is a very small hole in the palm of the hand, which is as big as a sweat pore. If it is not for the injured person, there is no way to find it.

This is the brilliance of Zhong Yuhe. He applied the poison on the ring, revealing only a tiny needle glow. Once the poison is pierced through the body, the toxin will seep into it. This is the usual method used by ordinary despicable guys. However, Zhong Yuhe is smart. The poison he chooses is colorless, tasteless or even invisible. The flow of yuan is extremely insidious.

Just imagine that when two masters of the Martial Realm were fighting each other for life and death, one of them was poisoned by this kind of poison. No one would believe that Zhong Yuhe used despicable means to win.

Knowing the nature of the poison, Feng Jueyu's heart sank immediately. On the surface, this Zhong Yuhe appeared to be dignified and approachable, but the insidiousness hidden behind the kindness was his true face. He Yi changed his previous demeanor, his eyes revealed a strong murderous intent, it seemed that he had already planned to poison himself.

It cannot be said, and there is no evidence. Feng Jueyu suffered from being dumb. For the King of Killers, this is definitely a great shame in his life.

But Feng Jueyu is not worried, because he knows that no matter how powerful the poison is, it will be useless in the face of the aura of life. Besides, the essence of poison is to erode the true essence in the dantian. He has 88 dantians. Poisoning oneself is far from enough.

The misstep just now was just a sudden change, Feng Jueyu didn't take it to heart, and didn't intend to say it out, he patted his buttocks and stood up, staring at Zhong Yuhe as if nothing had happened. His eyes began to become cold and evil.

"Young master Zhong is a good planner, it seems that you have fully prepared for this competition?"

Zhong Yuhe looked Feng Jueyu up and down, with a trace of contempt on his face, he didn't think Feng Jueyu had the strength to compete with him now, because the medicinal properties of Youshen San were extracted from more than a dozen kinds of poisons Yes, it can prevent the martial artist's true energy from gathering in a short period of time, and Feng Jueyu can stand up, which is not bad.

"Hehe, give in, give in." Zhong Yuhe smiled coldly, and couldn't help but get carried away: "Mr. Feng, if you're not in good health, there's still time to leave now."

"Thank you Mr. Zhong for worrying, I can still hold on." Feng Jueyu chuckled, expressionless.

Zhong Yuhe was stunned for a moment, and then thought that Feng Jueyu was pretending to be calm, and he was very happy to hear that he did not admit defeat. Anyway, I reminded you, you don't blame me for staying here if you don't admit defeat.

"Really don't need it?" He knew Feng Jueyu would not admit defeat, so he pretended to ask.

"It's really not necessary." Feng Jueyu pursed his lips happily, but his murderous intentions flooded his heart.

"Master Feng, please..." Zhong Yuhe smiled, and handed the fine steel sword forward.

Although the words were polite, it was not the case at all when he moved his hands. The moment Zhong Yuhe made a move, his face turned cold, and the fine steel long sword passed by with gusts of howling wind, and Feng Jueyu's chest suddenly flashed. A green light passed, and the leather armor on the chest broke in two with a chirping sound, and the piece of protective heart was also torn apart.

"Die, you shouldn't participate in this general election." Zhong Yuhe shouted in his heart, he could have such vicious thoughts firstly because the existence of Feng Jueyu might threaten the Zhong family's marching into Zhongtian City, and secondly more because Because Feng Jueyu is better than him.

As the leader of the younger generation in Zhongtian City, Zhong Yuhe usually behaves generously and decently, but in fact he is smaller than Lin Xin. He can't stand someone who is better than him. This is the biggest reason for him to kill Feng Jueyu.

Seeing the moment when Jianfeng smashed the leather armor, Zhong Yuhe felt that the victory was in front of him. Just as he had guessed, the person who was hit by Youshen San was no different from ordinary people. Maybe he still had some chaotic true essence in his body. Give him an illusion that he can still fight again, but all this is just a reminder to Feng Jueyu.

Feng Jueyu's death has become an inevitable trend.

At the same time, there were bursts of exclamations outside the arena, and many warriors stood up, looking at the overwhelming Zhong Yuhe in disbelief, and couldn't believe that Feng Jueyu, who had always been known for being powerful, would not Realizing the power of this sword, he was no longer as strong as before due to the severe injury just now.

Just as Lin Zhenhai was pursing his lips and waiting for the moment of victory to appear, the situation on the ring changed again...

In Zhong Yuhe's eyes, Feng Jueyu, who was undoubtedly going to die, suddenly turned into an afterimage, and retreated like a lotus seedling. The blazing emerald color was like a ball of green fire bursting out with intoxicating colors. This retreat, Feng Jueyu didn't hold back at all, and fully released the strength of Shenwu Triple Layer. When he was about to hit the ground, he flipped his wrist, and the fine steel long sword pulled Zhong Yuhe's blade aside from bottom to top. It slammed into Zhong Yuhe's chest with a bang.

Shoulder bump!

The protruding shoulder refers to the lower part of Zhong Yuhe's throat. Zhong Yuhe never expected that Feng Jueyu would still have strength to fight, nor did he prevent Feng Jueyu from doing this, but he remained calm and raised his hand in a hurry across the throat...

In an instant, the battle resumed, and the speed of the two of them was like lightning and flint, but no matter how fast they were, they couldn't escape Feng Jueyu's eyesight. The ring needle in Youlan's left hand appeared, and he immediately realized that Zhong Yuhe was hiding the ring in his left hand. ultimate move.

"It was this one!"

Feng Jue Yusen sneered, unabated, while his inner breath was circulating, the Xuanwu God suddenly flashed across his body, and the four elephants killed Yuhui on his shoulders, and bumped against Zhong Yuhe's palm.

"boom!"

Zhong Yuhe didn't expect it once again. He originally thought that Youshen San would immediately take effect when the ring needle was stuck on Feng Jueyu's body, so he blocked it just now. Unfortunately, he made a big mistake this time. He hit a piece of cold iron, which was unimaginably hard, and his palm revealed an unbelievably heavy force. This collision not only failed to block Feng Jueyu's attack, but the back of his hand hit by Feng Jueyu stuck in his throat, and his inner breath immediately A suffocation.

A master's trick wins in a single thought, this thought is either heaven or hell, Feng Jueyu hits the first opportunity, Gai stretches his elbow forward without reservation, and directly presses it against Zhong Yuhe's chest...

"Pong!"

Feeling the sharp pain in his heart and mouth, Zhong Yuhe's ear drums were numb due to the dull roar, and he lost his ability to resist in an instant. A gust of blood gushed out of his throat as soon as his throat was sweetened, and he lost his strength and flew backwards far away.

If it was so simple to let Zhong Yuhe escape, it would not be Feng Jueyu's style. After a struggle, a wave of true energy rushed into Zhong Yuhe's arm meridians like the water of the Yangtze River, and instantly restrained several big acupuncture points on him. He launched a series of killing moves on his body.

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ps: The first update on the 31th.