Legendary Lord

"Young master, are you here to sign up for the ring battle?"

When Ye Chen walked to the entrance of the registration office, a delicate-looking woman asked in a sweet voice.

"Yes, my name is Ye Chen, and I want to participate in the arena battle at the level of a servant!"

Hearing what the handsome woman said, Ye Chen nodded slightly, and said with a calm face.

"Oh, this is your battle number. When it's your turn to go on stage, the referee will call you."

Hearing Ye Chen's words, the handsome woman looked at Ye Chen curiously for a while, and then slowly took out a number from the table in front of her and handed it to Ye Chendao.

"I see!"

Hearing what the handsome woman said, Ye Chen nodded lightly, and reached out to take the code number, turned around, and walked outside the registration office.

"Ring No. [-], No. [-], it seems that there are so many people participating in the ring battle!"

Casually glanced at the numbers on the code number, Ye Chen whispered to himself with a smile on his face.

"Master, what level of arena did you participate in?"

Seeing Ye Chen coming out from the registration gate, Ye Xiong rushed up to meet him, looked at Ye Chen nervously and asked.

Since Ye Chen practiced the exercises recorded in the "Xuantian Treasure", the spiritual power in his body and the magic power in the body of the Fenghuo Continent practitioners were somewhat different. Therefore, Ye Xiongfa accurately judged Ye Chen's level, so he could He will ask about Ye Chen's level.

"The arena battle at the level of the servant of the gods! Please give me a brief introduction to the situation of the arena battles at each level!"

Hearing Ye Xiong's inquiry, Ye Chen said calmly without any hesitation or hesitation.

"Master, in the tea party selection competition, there are holy fighters, god servant fighters, lower god fighters, middle god fighters, four levels of arena battles. Among them, the arena battles between holy fighters and god servant fighters are the most intense, and the lower gods, The intensity of the arena battle of the median god is far lower than the arena battle between holy fighters and servant fighters.

There are about 10 fighters and magicians who participate in the arena battles of holy fighters and servants of gods every year. Every year in the arenas of holy fighters and servants of gods, many young geniuses will emerge. The royal family and the major families favored them and focused on training them. Therefore, every year, the arena battles between holy fighters and servant fighters are cruel and fierce.

As for the arena battle between the lower gods and the middle gods, compared to the 1 participants of the saint-level fighters and god servant fighters, the number of participants in the battle is much less. About 3000 people, no matter if they are low gods or middle gods, once they have a good performance in the ring battle, they will be recruited by the major families and trained as elite guards. "

Hearing Ye Chen's inquiry, Ye Xiong followed Ye Chen and walked outside the registration office while explaining softly.

Hearing Ye Xiong's words, Ye Chen's face suddenly showed a look of surprise. Saint-level fighters and god-servant fighters have great uncertainty. As long as they are given high-end cultivation techniques and a large number of The cultivation resources, its cultivation opportunities soared, and the potential was huge.

Most of the lower gods and middle gods have their own practice habits, and it is difficult to change the skills. Even if the skills are changed, the potential to become a strong man has been greatly reduced. Therefore, in the ring battle, the saint Super fighters and servant fighters are more able to attract the attention of the royal family and major families.

After all, for the royal family and the major families, there is no shortage of lower gods and middle gods, only gods and god kings, and those holy fighters and god servant fighters who have the potential to be promoted to gods and god kings, That's what they're chasing.

While thinking, Ye Chen took Ye Xiong and Xiao Cui out of the registration office and returned to the noisy central square.

Casually looking at the [-] arenas above the central square, Ye Chen hesitated for a moment, then walked straight to the direction of the No. [-] arena. [

At this time, on stage No. [-], a handsome young man in a blue shirt and holding a sharp long sword was holding a sword in his hand with a black tight-fitting combat uniform. The black-faced men with big black guns looked at each other more than ten meters apart, and the eyes of both sides were shining with excitement and excitement as well as a high-spirited fighting spirit.

"I declare that Wang Sheng, No. [-], against Sun Yun, who has won [-] consecutive victories, is just the beginning!"

An old referee on the eighth ring shouted loudly with an excited look on his face.

As soon as the referee's voice fell, he saw the handsome young man in blue clothes and holding a sharp long sword. With a movement, he turned into a blue lightning and galloped towards the black-faced man. Then, a icy sword light shot out from the sharp long sword in his hand, turned into a light of death, and slashed straight towards the neck of the big black-faced man.

Faced with the sharp attack of the handsome young man Wang Sheng, the black-faced man Sun Yun's expression remained unchanged, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, his hands moved slightly, and the big black gun in his hand was like a black dragon , to meet the galloping sword light.

boom!

With a crisp sound, the icy sword light that Wang Sheng swung collided with the big black gun in Sun Yun's hand, and it shattered, turned into light spots all over the sky, and disappeared between the sky and the earth.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Yun's figure moved, like a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable. The big black spear in his hand, like a dragon going out to sea, stabbed at Wang Sheng's body with a fierce aura, as if it was not in Wang Sheng's hands. With a hole stabbed in his body, he vowed not to give up.

Sensing the powerful energy fluctuations contained in the big black gun in Sun Yun's hand, Wang Sheng's face changed slightly, his body shape remained unchanged, and he shot straight at Sun Yun's body like a sharp sword. Going away, the sharp long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and there was a crisp sound of the sword's cry. A wave of sound filled the air, and rushed into Sun Yun's mind like lightning, causing Sun Yun's head to ache. The movements in the hands are slowed down.

"Sonic attack!"

Hearing the crisp sound of swords and seeing Sun Yun's reaction on the ring, the crowd in the audience couldn't help but exclaimed loudly.

"It's a good method, but it's impossible to use sonic attacks to win."

Seeing Wang Sheng on the ring with a happy face, Ye Chen shook his head lightly, and said with a smile on his face.

"Young master is right. Although Wang Sheng's sonic attack affected Sun Yun's movements, it did not reduce Sun Yun's combat power much, let alone make Sun Yun lose his combat power! If Wang Sheng has no other means, then Sun Yun must This battle will be won."

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Ye Xiong replied with a smile on his face.

While Ye Chen and Ye Xiong were talking, Wang Sheng took advantage of the opportunity that Sun Yun was affected by the sound wave, and quickly approached Sun Yun. The sharp long sword in his hand, with sharpness, sharpness and death, moved towards Sun Yun. His neck was scratched, as if he would not give up unless he killed Sun Yun on the spot.

However, what Wang Sheng didn't expect was that just as the sharp long sword in his hand approached Sun Yun's neck, Sun Yun's figure suddenly moved, and he retreated a few meters away, causing the long sword in his hand to cut off. an empty

At the same time, Sun Yun also woke up from the sound wave's attack in such a short period of time. A pair of sharp eyes stared at Wang Sheng closely, and a killing intent emanated from his body. It shrouded towards Wang Sheng's body.

Sensing the cold killing intent emanating from Sun Yun's body, Wang Sheng's face trembled, his heart trembled, and he let out an angry roar, arousing the fighting spirit in his body, turning into a blue lightning, and galloping towards Sun Yun's side.

Seeing Wang Sheng charging towards him, Sun Yun's face remained unchanged, his eyes flickered coldly, and he kicked his feet hard on the ground, turning into a black lightning bolt to meet Wang Sheng.

In the blink of an eye, the sharp long sword in Wang Sheng's hand and the black spear in Sun Yun's hand collided together, making a clear sound of metal collision, sparking a bright spark, powerful force, passing through the hands of both sides. The weapons were passed into the bodies of both sides, causing both sides to retreat a few steps involuntarily.

"Wang Sheng was hit hard!"

Ye Chen, who was standing at the bottom of the No. [-] ring, looked at Wang Sheng and Sun Yun who retreated a few meters, shook his head slightly and sighed.

"Well, Wang Sheng's power is not as strong as Sun Yun's. If he can take a few more steps back to neutralize Sun Yun's power, he won't be severely injured and has a slight chance of winning, but now he has lost, and there is no more. room to turn around."

Hearing Ye Chen's deterioration, Ye Xiong said with a face of approval.

While Ye Chen and Ye Xiong were talking, Wang Sheng's face turned pale for a while, traces of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with a look of unwillingness.

"I surrender!"

Wiping the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, Wang Sheng put away the sharp long sword in his hand, took a deep look at Sun Yun whose expression did not change, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly.

After finishing speaking, Wang Sheng didn't wait for the referee to announce that he had taken over. With a movement, he jumped off the ring, squeezed through the dense crowd, and galloped away into the distance.

"Now, I announce that Wang Sheng has won the No.90 round, and now the No.90 round two will start! Please enter the No. [-] contestant."

After Wang Sheng conceded defeat and jumped off the ring, the old referee on the eighth ring immediately stood up and announced loudly.

As soon as the old referee's voice fell, the audience in the audience cheered excitedly, and Sun Yun's name resounded through the sky.

When the audience cheered excitedly, a big man wearing a gray robe and holding a magic wand in his hand slowly stepped onto the No. [-] ring, looking at Sun Yun opposite him, faint Said: "No. [-], Wang Yong, please advise!"

As soon as Wang Yong's voice fell, the old referee glanced at Sun Yun and Wang Yong who were on both sides of the ring, and shouted loudly: "No. Let us wait and see if Yong defeated Sun Yun and ended Sun Yun's winning streak, or whether Sun Yun defeated Wang Yong and won the No.91 second consecutive victory! Now I announce that Wang Yong will officially start fighting Sun Yun!"

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