The first dragon of all time

"bring it on."

"You keep saying you want to teach me a lesson, let me see if your strength is as strong as your tone."

Long Qingchen looked indifferent and waved to Yanran.

If Feng Jiu Ming challenges him, Feng Jiu Ming's cultivation is much higher than his, forming an absolute suppression of cultivation. It will be difficult for him to win without using treasures such as the Spear of Destruction and the Dragon Ring of Time.

Unfortunately, it was Yu Yanran who challenged him.

In the world of cultivation, there is a nine-forbidden rule of suppression.

In other words, if a cultivator is more than nine small levels higher than the enemy, no matter what emperor-grade martial arts or emperor-grade body skills the enemy masters, he will not be able to defeat this cultivator. This is the Nine Forbidden Suppression. Code!

To put it bluntly, the gap in cultivation is more than nine small steps and cannot be bridged.

Yu Yanran has the cultivation level of the fifth-level Immortal Lord, and he has the cultivation level of the sixth-level Dragon Immortal Emperor. Although Yu Yanran's cultivation level is eight small levels higher than his, it has not formed the Nine Forbidden Suppression Principle. He still has the chance to win. Opportunity!

"watch out!"

Yu Yanran scolded, and layers of immortal power surged out of her palms, sweeping out like a sea wave.

Wow! ...

Wherever it passes, the void collapses, containing majestic power!

"This is the Overlapping Wave Palm!"

The young man exclaimed and gritted his teeth, "Yesterday, I was defeated by this old lady's palm. This palm technique is very disgusting and can continuously stack the power."

The young man stared closely at the young man in green shirt on the ring, "Yesterday, when you faced Yanran's Die Langzhang, he said that there are two ways to break it. The first one is to take advantage of Die Langzhang's Before the power is superimposed, it is forcibly dispersed; the second is to resist forcefully and let the power of the Overlapping Wave Palm continue to be superimposed. When Yu Yanran can no longer control it, it will naturally collapse. Now, he is facing him I wonder what method he will use to break it after using the Wave Palm?"

"easy to say, hard to do."

The young man shook his head, "I am so smart and my cultivation is so much higher than him, but I can't break the Overlapping Wave Palm. How could he break it?"

Li Feiliu sneered, "If he defeats Yu Yanran, then everything is easy to say. If Yu Yanran defeats him, he will probably become angry with shame and cannot afford to lose. He will take out those treasures and start killing."

"What treasure does he have?"

The young man became interested and his eyes brightened.

Xie Meizhuang frowned and glared at Li Feiliu with her beautiful eyes, full of warning.

Li Feiliu had no choice but to shut up and say nothing more.

Buzz! ...

Long Qingchen turned over his hand and took out a long sword. The dragon's immortal power gathered on the tip of the sword and turned into a cold star.

Whoosh! ...

Han Xing flickered and disappeared with him in an instant!

Boom!

The wave of immortal power from the Overlapping Wave Palm crushed past his afterimage, failed, and hit the barrier of the arena hard, causing violent ripples!

"Sword drawing style?"

The old man in robe was stunned for a moment.

"Sword-drawing style indeed!"

Jia Bingyun, who was the first to pass the final round, knew how to draw a sword, so she recognized him at a glance. Her pretty face was filled with shock, "Moreover, his sword drawing speed was more than ten times faster than mine. The sword style has probably been practiced to the level of Mahayana!"

Hearing what she said, the casual cultivators all took a breath of cold air and started to make an uproar.

"Jia Bingyun's sword-drawing posture is already strong enough, but this person's sword-drawing posture has been practiced to the Mahayana level?"

"The nine sword skills are the simplest sword skills, and at the same time, they are also the most difficult sword skills. It is easy to get started but difficult to master. How come so many people have mastered the sword drawing style?"...

Feng Jiuming stared closely at the arena and couldn't help but feel worried.

Whoosh! ...

When Han Xing reappeared in a sword-drawing position, it was already behind Yu Yanran's back. The sharp sword tip was like a poisonous snake's fangs, stabbing hard.

"Junior sister, behind you!"

Feng Jiuming's expression suddenly changed, and he reminded loudly, "Use the Arc de Triomphe body technique quickly!"

Yu Yanran felt the chills on her back suddenly rise. She reacted quickly and directly used the Arc de Triomphe Movement Technique.

Buzz!

A triumphal arch appeared in front of her. She took a step and disappeared instantly.

puff! ...

A wisp of blood bloomed, and the tip of the long sword followed fiercely into the Arc de Triomphe!

"interesting."

Long Qingchen felt a little surprised.

Because this sword did not hit Yu Yanran's vital part, and she avoided it.

Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on Xie Meizhuang's beautiful face. Long Qingchen's attack was so ruthless and showed no mercy at all, which proved that Long Qingchen was not attracted to Yanran. She can rest assured...

Feng Jiu Ming was furious, "If you dare to hurt my junior sister's life, I will kill you!"

"You are so majestic!"

"Once you get on the stage, you are responsible for your life and death. This is the rule of the finals!"

The old man in robes glanced at him coldly, "If you dare to interfere with the duel again, don't blame my men for being ruthless!"

Feng Jiuming had no choice but to suppress his anger and said anxiously, "Junior sister, give in quickly, you are no match for him."

There was silence in the void in the arena. It was obvious that Yu Yanran had hibernated and planned to attack the young man in green shirt, and was unwilling to admit defeat like this.

"Scold her quickly, you can break her Arc de Triomphe movement!"

The boy shouted excitedly.

The young man patted the boy on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Okay, junior brother, he taught you this method. Of course he knows how to do it."

The boy scratched the back of his head, "It seems so."

"And you, shut up too!"

The old man in robe looked at the young man coldly.

The young man shrank his neck and quickly covered his mouth.

Although he is a fool, he can still distinguish who can be provoked and who cannot be provoked... An old master like this old man in robes must not be provoked.

Of course, Long Qingchen knew that Yu Yanran's mood was not calm enough. As long as he "scolded" Yu Yanran for a few words, Yu Yanran's mood would fluctuate, causing his breath to become unstable and his position to be exposed, thus breaking the Arc de Triomphe's movement technique.

However, he did not do this.

He stood quietly, waiting for Yu Yanran's attack. He wanted Yu Yanran to know what the gap was!

...

In the void, Luo Yanran was quietly hiding in a corner of the arena.

She was already prepared in her heart to find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com No matter what the young man in green shirt scolded her, or how unpleasant the scolding was, she had to hold it back, she had to hold it back, she had to hold it back even if she couldn't help it!

You must not be angry, you must not have any mood swings, avoid unstable breathing, and avoid exposing your position.

However, she waited and waited, but the young man in green shirt did not curse, but stood still.

"My state of mind is not as calm as that of my senior brother. Although I tell myself that I must hold back, if he scolds me very unpleasantly, I may not be able to hold it back. Why doesn't he scold me?"

"Could it be that he wants to accept the attack of Arc de Triomphe's body technique?"

This made Yu Yanran suspicious.

"He is too conceited and doesn't know how powerful the Arc de Triomphe movement is, so let him have a taste!"

After observing for a while, she was sure that the young man in green shirt would not curse anymore. Yu Yanran secretly rejoiced in her heart and quietly lurked towards the young man in blue shirt with her sword in hand.