King of Gods

"I didn't expect that the last three opponents would be the Lord of the Great Dan."

"Unfortunately, if Zhao Feng is not a big one, he will challenge a hundred-game winning streak in one breath, and finally there is some hope.

Many spectators, sighed, showing a look of regret and regret.

at this time.

Zhao Feng’s forehead oozes some sweat and his breathing is slightly short.

I don't deny that even if Zhao Feng is faced with the general Dan Dan Yuanjing, he also has a big chance of winning.

After all, there have been a lot of opponents before, and the combat power can be upgraded to the level of ordinary dignity in a short period of time.

"My true yuan and blood power consume more than 70%..."

Zhao Feng looked at his opponent.

The old man who made the flower, repaired to the middle of the Dadan Yuanjing, this is already the rule, the highest revision is limited.

"There are still three opponents left, and they still have to fight quickly."

Zhao Feng's eyes flashed.

"Begin." The referee waved.

Tiebi Jiangshan

The flower grows old and waves, a heavy light and shadow mountain wall, a magical layer of copper and gold, the mountains and rivers, the world's environment is replaced, magnificent.

Bang

The old man who spends his hair is not slack, and he is determined to win. The offensive of the "Ironian Mountain" is to defend the attack and steadily oppress Zhao Feng.

"The lord of the ancestral hall, actually shameless, and the captain fights the war."

On the face of Li Yunya, there was a trace of contempt and disdain.

It is not difficult to see that the old man who wants to drag Zhao Feng, the desire to win, is not strong.

"Water Spirit"

Zhao Feng’s body is full of dark blue water, showing a strange twist and overlap, and the body is swaying like a liquid, with a trace of water ripples.

啵嗡

In an instant, Zhao Feng’s body, the sparkling water liquefied, and turned into a “water giant”.

Bangling

The turbulent offensive of the old man and the mountain is like a sinking sea, overlooked by Zhao Feng, and worn by.

In the state of "water and spiritualization", Zhao Feng's defense is in an invincible position, and the body attacks, containing infinite power.

"broken"

Zhao Feng's water giant, the fist of the push, every attack, the dark blue water, like the vast impact of the ancient flood.

In the dark blue water, some mysterious floating totems are faintly present, and the atmosphere is huge.

With the constant absorption of dreams, the **** body of Zhao Feng has undergone unknown changes.

啼 咔嚓

Under the hard face of the front, the old man of the flower bursts again and again.

Two or three strikes, the old man will spit out a blood, support.

"The breath of Taikoo? Is this Zhao Feng's blood heritage, also from the ‘Taigu Wanbangbang list, otherwise how can there be such a powerful power.”

The Lord of Yongfeng was immersed in contemplation.

at this time.

嘭

The array on the arena violently swayed, and the old man, the body flew out.

"It must be the Taikoo Manchu list..."

The flower-haired old man was pale and shocked.

He was defeated by a small Dan Yuan, who could not accept it under normal circumstances.

But if.

The other party is the mythical blood of the "Taiwan Wanzui list", so even if it is defeated, there is nothing shameful.

啵嗡

Zhao Feng restored his flesh and blood, and said indifferently: "The lord is uplifted, Zhao's blood heritage, and the blood of the Taikoo family, there is still a slight gap."

Zhao Feng has seen the blood strength of the Taikoo Manchu list.

In all fairness.

Zhao Feng's current blood, the suppression of ordinary blood, has not lost to the Taikoo Manchu list.

However, Zhao Feng believes that there are still some gaps with Jiang Fan’s blood power.

"My blood power constantly absorbs the atmosphere of the ancient dreams, and sooner or later I can compare with the mythical blood of the Taikoo people."

Zhao Feng is heartbroken.

He clearly remembers that when he first faced Jiang Fan’s blood, his blood power was suppressed.

But now.

The blood of Zhao Feng’s body is no different from that of Jiang Fan a year ago.

"The ninety-ninth game."

The referee looked at Zhao Feng's gaze completely differently.

In the arena, the hot atmosphere is once again high, and some of the spectators are holding their breath.

"I didn't expect that even the great Lord of the Great Danyuan was defeated by Zhao Feng."

Everyone has underestimated the strength of Zhao Feng.

Even the strongest official of the arena, even the eternal king, is no exception.

Arena, the ninety-ninth.

"Zhao Feng, you are really strong, let the little girl admire."

A bright and charming woman in red robe, the style is polite, elegant and generous.

"It’s a pity that you are now defeated by the blood, even if you can beat me. It is also destined to win the first hundred games."

The red robe woman is a little pity.

She analyzed that Zhao Feng’s blood is really more than 10%.

Zhao Feng stands in the same place and looks as usual.

His life is very strong, and his resilience is comparable to some mythological blood of the Taikoo Manchu list.

"炎凤诀"

The red robe woman saw this and quickly attacked. The whole body was bathed in a gorgeous flame, like a fireworks phoenix, accompanied by the horror of the phoenix, and rushed to Zhao Feng.

On the attack power, this red robe woman is a bit stronger than the previous flower-haired old man.

"Water Spirit"

Zhao Feng did not hesitate, urging blood power and turning into a giant.

This time, after the whole body liquidized, Zhao Feng felt an empty feeling.

Humbling

The Water Spirit Giant is in an invincible position, and the offensive is like the impact of the Taigu torrent, taking the lead in suppressing the woman in the red robe.

Well

In the blue water light boxing palm, some mysterious floating totems emerged, emitting a huge breath from the ancient.

"Even my blood and blood vessels have been suppressed..."

The red robe women have a few rounds of confrontation and the blood is tumbling.

Ten after the face.

"嘭"

The red robe woman was smashed out of the arena by the water giant.

Under the field, suddenly a sensation.

Ninety-nine winning streak

Countless spectators, hard work and excitement.

嗡啵

When Zhao Feng landed, he recovered his flesh and blood, his body swayed and his position was unstable.

"captain"

Li Yunya’s face changed greatly.

On the arena.

Zhao Feng pale, **** real yuan deficit, barely stabilize his body shape.

"Blood power and real yuan are exhausted..."

With a strong will, Zhao Feng stabilizes his body shape and seizes time to try to restore his body.

now.

In the arena, there is silence.

Many powerful people looked at Zhao Feng and reached the peak of the 99-game winning streak.

Is it going to be at this last juncture?

"Hey, junior, if you don't want to be big, you have to challenge a hundred-game winning streak in one breath, that really makes you succeed.

The old man was a little relieved.

Now, Zhao Feng has been unable to fight again.

What's more, the last person who appeared on the scene is also a metamorphosis.

"What a pity..."

A straight black man, boarded the arena.

This black man looks like a star, and his face is as marble-like.

"Dian Tianjun"

"It turned out to be him, a hundred-year winning winner a hundred years ago."

In the arena, a few people recognized the identity of the man in black.

It turned out to be him

Some seniors with senior qualifications think of the legendary deeds of Duan Tianjun.

"One hundred years ago, Duan Tianjun was repaired in the late period of Xiaodan Yuanjing and won the 100-game winning streak of the Yongfeng Arena."

"Twenty years ago, this day, the king, broke through the level of respect for the Lord, and once defeated three great Dan Yuanyuan lords, a sensation."

There were some buzz on the court.

At this moment.

Duan Tianjun became the focus of the innumerable light. It seemed that at that moment, he took away the aura of the original protagonist.

"Zhao Feng, I saw your previous battle. If you are at the peak, you can fight with me. It’s a pity..."

Duan Tianjun shook his head.

Zhao Feng’s combat power, he also admire.

If Zhao Feng is not a big one, if he wants to breathe a sigh of relief and complete a hundred-game winning streak, he will not fall into this embarrassing situation.

Even Duan Tianjun, who completed a hundred-game winning streak a hundred years ago, also spent four or five days.

and.

The blockers of the 100-game winning streak were not fierce this time.

"Duan Tianjun, there is no suspense in winning or losing."

Zhao Feng smiled.

Even if he is really bloody, he is basically exhausted and still looks like a chest.

This statement is out.

In the arena, once again triggered a horror.

"Does he have any cards? But his blood is really a dollar, and he has already lost money."

The old man, look at it.

Even the Lord of the Immaculate Dian, can not help but curious, revealing the color of thinking.

"True yuan, blood power, are exhausted..."

According to the rules of the arena, some special props, such as the sacred gods, can not be used.

"Don't consume much of this Zhao Feng's soul power."

The thoughts of the Yongfeng Temple are flying.

The average person will ignore the soul level, but the king of the eternal seal, as a half-step king, is at the stage of the transformation of the soul.

at this time.

On the competitive stage, the change is alive.

"The Eye of the Illusion"

The youth in the field of vision, a blue-haired flying, left-handed into an endless cold abyss, emitting a powerful and deadly temptation.

Duan Tianjun’s heart was shocked.

唰

The next moment, his mind and mind, was towed away.

On the arena.

Zhao Feng’s left-hander and Duan Tianjun looked at each other and the two struggled. The latter struggled and sweated.

After the two interest rates.

thump

Duan Tianjun fell to the ground, exhausted, and his face was full of shame and helplessness.

哗

Throughout the arena, a mountain-like sound broke out.

"how come……"

The old man of the clothing only perceives that the power of the heart and soul of Zhao Feng is more powerful than that of the general Dan Dan Yuan.

"My soul, absorb the dreams of the ancient atmosphere, grow stronger, more powerful than this day, even if I am fully dedicated to the eyes of the gods, the level of the great Dan, the rare people can resist."

Zhao Feng proudly stood in the same place, with a blue hair and a left-handed man, gradually returning to normal black.

"His eye"

The eternal soul of the Yongfeng Dianzhen, such a powerful **** eye, he only saw in the spiritual sanctuary.

"That kid, it's too deep."

The old man, can not help but **** a cold air.

No one expected, Zhao Feng still hides the strongest **** eyes.

If it weren't for this sniper, it would be too strong, and even the true strength of Zhao Feng could not be tested.

"The miracle creator of a hundred-game winning streak - Zhao Feng."

The referee was awakened by the dream, and this was announced in the sound of the flood of mountains and rivers.

"This is not only the creation of a hundred-game winning streak, but also the competition of two hundred consecutive winning powerhouses."

"Two days, one breath won a hundred-game winning streak, this is definitely a record of the Yongfeng group, the millennium is difficult to break.

In the arena, there was a sensation and loud talk.

"wonderful."

The owner of the Yongfeng Temple stood up unconsciously, and stood up and stared at Zhao Feng.