Destiny Martial God

Qianlongbao, on the stage!

Like Jiang Jingya, Jian Wuhen did not give Yu Haoran any chance to speak. He looked up and admitted defeat to the list in the air.

"I admit defeat!"

When Jian Wuhen waved his hand and was about to fly away from the stage after the one-meter-long seven-color dragon finished swallowing, Yu Haoran suddenly spoke.

"I will do my best to clear all obstacles in front of you."

Turning around with a slight tremor, Jian Wuhen looked at Yu Haoran with a touch of emotion.

Others may not know what Yu Haoran meant by what he said just now, even Qin Lingfei and Yu Siqi may not understand, but she knew it very well.

Clear all obstacles in front, that is, all the players who are ranked ahead of her on the list, as long as they are unwilling to admit defeat, will either die or be seriously injured, anyway, they will not become her opponents.

Although she was very moved by Yu Haoran's loyalty and loyalty, she did not want him to take such risks and work so hard.

Therefore, when he turned to leave the ring, Jian Wuhen risked being seen through by others and gave a gentle admonition.

"Do your best, don't take risks, I will always be with you!"

Nodding, watching Jian Wuhen leave the ring, Yu Haoran slowly closed his eyes, looking forward to the next contestant to fight with him without fear of death.

"Han Mingchen meets Brother Yu!"

Han Mingchen, the 54th contestant who was forcibly brought to the ring by the list, first looked up at the purple-clothed middle-aged strong man in the air, and after a hint of flattery appeared in his eyes, he bowed his hands and saluted Yu Haoran.

"Either admit defeat or die!" Slowly opening his eyes, Yu Haoran threatened with a stick.

"Although Brother Yu is very strong, Mingchen still wants to see Brother's means." Facing Yu Haoran's threat, Han Mingchen took out his natal sword and said with a smile.

The law of speed in the perfect realm, combined with the physical strength of the ancestor witch, directly hit Han Mingchen's chest with one move.

"Boom!"

Han Mingchen, who also comprehended the law of speed, used his natal sword to block the stick in time, but the huge gap between his strength and the magic weapon caused his natal sword to be damaged instantly, and he was also directly knocked back nine steps by the strong rebound force.

He continued to perform a move of Taishan pressing down on his head without any pause. The weight of the supreme realm top-grade magic weapon itself, plus the power of the ancestor witch's body and stick technique, smashed towards Han Mingchen like a real mountain.

"I...!"

After being repelled by one move, Han Mingchen felt sorry for the damage to his natal sword, and regretted his risky provocation to Yu Haoran in order to get the benefits promised by the purple-clothed middle-aged strong man.

So, when facing Yu Haoran's second more powerful stick attack, he didn't care about the pain while using his natal sword to resist, and wanted to admit defeat.

But the sudden acceleration of the stick attack made him just shout the word "I" and was smashed into a pulp by the supreme realm top-grade white stick.

"Yu Haoran!"

A middle-aged strong man from the middle of the west stand suddenly stood up and roared in a low voice with gritted teeth when he saw Han Mingchen being smashed into a pulp.

Feeling the strong murderous aura coming from the west stand, Yu Haoran immediately turned around, looked directly at the middle-aged strong man who stood up angrily, and slowly raised the white stick in his hand.

"Yu Haoran, you'd better stay in Qianlong Fort for the rest of your life, otherwise, I, Han Qianyuan, will definitely take your life." Facing Yu Haoran's provocative action with a stick, the middle-aged strong man threatened with a gloomy look.

"I'm waiting!" Yu Haoran replied indifferently while retracting the white stick.

Afterwards, he turned around again, closed his eyes, and let the one-meter seven-color dragon that had left his body devour the other's one-meter seven-color dragon.

"Zhang Yurui greets Senior Brother Yu!"

After being forcibly brought to the ring, Zhang Yurui, who ranked 53rd on the list, acted exactly like Han Mingchen just now. He first glanced at the purple-clothed middle-aged warrior with a flattering look in his eyes, and then greeted Yu Haoran with a serious expression.

"Either admit defeat or die!"

While continuing to threaten with the stick, Yu Haoran frowned slightly, then looked up at the purple-clothed middle-aged warrior in mid-air, and a flash of enlightenment suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Just now I watched Senior Brother Yu's two games and found that Senior Brother seems to be more proficient in speed and strength. It just so happens that Yurui has also studied speed and strength a little bit. How about we learn from each other?" Zhang Yurui said with a chuckle as he took out a double-backed large ring knife of the lower grade of the Venerable Realm.

Originally, he only used 50% of the power of the ancestor witch's body. After guessing the means of the purple-clothed middle-aged warrior and Zhang Yurui's fearless provocation, he immediately increased it to 70%.

Without using the law of speed in the perfect realm, the 70% strength of the ancestor witch's body combined with the white stick of the upper grade of the noble realm, while lightly leaping up, a stick technique that was as heavy as a mountain directly hit Zhang Yurui.

"Break the mountain!"

Facing the white stick that was like a mountain, Zhang Yurui did not dodge by relying on the law of speed he had realized, but directly mobilized all his Yuanli and soul power to perform a sword technique that integrated attack and defense, intending to break the stick technique that Yu Haoran had used three times in a row.

"Boom!"

The collision of the white stick and the double-backed large ring knife immediately formed a loud roar.

"Crack...!"

"Ah...!"

Along with the loud roar, the sound of several bones breaking lightly and screaming in pain rang out.

Zhang Yurui's so-called research on strength is more about the lower-grade double-backed ring knife he uses. His own strength is very ordinary, and his physical grade has just broken through the first grade of martial saint.

Therefore, under Yu Haoran's attack to enhance the physical strength of the ancestor witch, not only did the double-backed ring knife suffer slight damage, but the bones of the two arms holding the knife were also directly broken.

Also without any pause, Yu Haoran, who had just landed on the ring, then performed a basic stick method of sweeping thousands of troops, and directly cut Zhang Yurui in half.

Reaching out to suck up the double-backed ring knife that fell on the ground, Yu Haoran was surprised to find that the double-backed ring knife was not only of the lower grade of the honorable realm, but also had a weapon spirit in the knife.

However, the weapon spirit should have suffered very serious injuries and has been in a dormant state.

"Tower spirit, can it be repaired?"

While pretending to observe the double-backed ring knife carefully, Yu Haoran interrogated the tower spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Give it directly to Zhengjun. The killing aura possessed by the bloodthirsty physique can help the weapon spirit recover completely." With just a glance, the tower spirit directly gave a way to restore the weapon spirit.

"Yu Haoran, return the meteorite knife to me immediately. I promise that I will not hold you responsible for killing Zhang Yujing."

Just when Yu Haoran was about to throw the double-backed large ring knife to Wu Zhengjun, a white-haired old man in green clothes in the middle of the east side of the stand promised.

In response, Yu Haoran just glanced at it indifferently, and then directly put the double-backed large ring knife into the domain tower.