Chapter 262 Battle 1

"This young master, are you here to sign up for the stage battle?"

When Ye Chen walked to the window of the registration office, a beautiful woman asked in a sweet voice.

"Yes, my name is Ye Chen, and I want to participate in the servant-level ring battle!"

Hearing the beautiful woman's words, Ye Chen nodded gently and said calmly.

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

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

"I know!"

Hearing the beautiful woman's words, Ye Chen nodded gently, reached out to take the code number, turned around and walked outside the registration office.

"No. 8 ring, No. 2,300, it seems that there are so many fighters participating in the ring!"

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

"Young master, what level of the ring battle did you participate in?"

Seeing Ye Chen coming out of the registration window, Ye Xiong quickly greeted him and asked nervously.

Because Ye Chen practiced the skills recorded in the Xuantian Treasure Book, the spiritual power in his body and the magic power in the body of the practitioners of the beacon continent were a little confused. Therefore, Ye Xiong could not accurately judge Ye Chen's level, so he asked Ye Chen's level.

"The servant-level ring battle! Please give me a brief introduction to the situation of the battle at all levels!"

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

"Young master, tea party trials, there are a total of holy warriors, divine servant warriors, lower god warriors, middle god warriors, and four levels of warriors. Among them, the stage battle between holy warriors and divine servant warriors is the most fierce, while the fierceness of the lower god and middle god battlefield is far lower than the stage battle between holy warriors and divine servant warriors.

Every year, the warriors and magicians who participate in the holy warrior ring battle and the servant-level ring battle will reach about 100,000. Every year, the holy warrior ring battle and the servant-level ring battle will emerge a lot of talented teenagers, who are favored by the good royal family and major families and focus on training. Therefore, the annual holy level The battle between warriors and divine servant warriors is extremely cruel and fierce.

The number of participants in the battle between the lower god and the middle god is much less than the 100,000 participation of holy warriors and servant warriors. The number of the lower gods participating in the war is about 10,000, and the number of participants of the middle god is about 3,000. Once the lower god or the middle god has a brilliant performance in the battle, They will be recruited by major families and trained into professions such as elite guards.

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

Hearing Ye Xiong's words, Ye Chen's face suddenly appeared. Holy warriors and divine servant warriors have great uncertainty. As long as they are given high-end cultivation skills and a large number of cultivation resources, their cultivation opportunities will soar and have great potential.

Most of the lower gods and median gods have their own practice inertia, and it is difficult to change their skills. Even if they change their skills, the potential to become strong people has laughed a lot. Therefore, in the ring battle, holy warriors and divine servant warriors can attract the attention of the royal family and major families.

After all, for the royal family and major families, there is no shortage of lower gods and middle gods. What they lack is only gods and god kings, and those holy warriors and servant warriors with the potential to promote gods and god kings are the targets they pursue.

Thinking about it, Ye Chen took Ye Xiong and Xiao Cui out of the registration office and returned to the noisy central square.

casually glanced at the 18 ringes above the central square. Ye Chen hesitated and walked straight in the direction of ring 8.

At this time, on the No. 8 ring, a handsome young man in a blue shirt and holding a sharp sword was looking at a black-faced man wearing a black tight combat uniform and holding a black gun in his hand. They looked at each other more than ten meters apart. The eyes of both sides were shining with excitement and excitement. The will to fight.

"I announce that the No. 20001 Wang Sheng, against Sun Yun, who has won 90 consecutive victories, is the beginning!"

An old referee on the No. 8 ring shouted with an excited face.

As soon as the referee's voice fell, he saw the handsome young man in a blue shirt and holding a sharp sword. He moved and turned into a blue lightning and galloped towards the black-faced man. A cold sword light shot out of the sharp sword in his hand and turned into a light of death, straight Scratge towards the neck of the black-faced man.

In the face of the sharp attack of the handsome young man Wang Sheng, Sun Yun's face remained unchanged, and a fine light flashed in his eyes. His hands moved slightly. The big black gun in his hand was like a black dragon, facing the galloping sword light.

Bum!

With a crisp sound, Wang Sheng's cold sword just collided with the big black gun in Sun Yun's hand, and then it shattered, turned into a light spot in the sky and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Then, Sun Yun's body moved, like a tiger going down the mountain, which was unstoppable. The big black gun in his hand, like a dragon going to sea, with a fierce breath, quickly stabbed Wang Sheng's body, as if he would not stab a hole in Wang Sheng's body and vowed not to give up.

Feel the powerful energy fluctuation contained in the black gun in Sun Yun's hand, Wang Sheng's face changed slightly and his figure remained unchanged, like a sharp sword. He shot straight at Sun Yun's body. The sharp sword in his hand trembled slightly and made a crisp sound of sword sound, and an invisible sound wave filled the air, like lightning. Rushed into Sun Yun's mind, which made Sun Yun's head hurt and the movement in his hand slowed down.

"Stone wave attack!"

Hearing the crisp sound of the sword, seeing Sun Yun's reaction in the ring, the crowd under the stage involuntarily exclaimed loudly.

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

Looking at Wang Sheng with a happy face on the ring, Ye Chen shook his head gently and said with a smile.

"The young master is right. Although Wang Sheng's sound wave attack affected Sun Yun's movements, it did not reduce Sun Yun's combat effectiveness much, let alone make Sun Yun lose his combat effectiveness! If Wang Sheng has no other means, then Sun Yun will definitely win this battle.

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

While Ye Chen and Ye Xiong were talking, Wang Sheng took advantage of the favorable opportunity of Sun Yun's influence by the sound waves and quickly approached Sun Yun. The sharp sword in his hand, with a sharpness and breath of death, crossed Sun Yun's neck, as if he would not to stop killing Sun Yun on the spot.

However, what Wang Sheng didn't expect was that as soon as the sharp sword in his hand approached Sun Yun's neck, Sun Yun's body suddenly moved and retreated a few meters away, making the sword in his hand cut empty.

At the same time, Sun Yun also woke up from the attack of sound waves in such a short time. A pair of sharp eyes stared at Wang Sheng closely, and an invisible murderous intention emanated from his body and shrouded Wang Sheng's body.

Feering the cold murderous intention emanating from Sun Yun's body, Wang Sheng's face trembled, roared, agitated the fighting spirit in his body, turned into a blue lightning, and galloped towards Sun Yun's side.

Seeing Wang Sheng charging himself, Sun Yun's face remained unchanged, and the cold light flashed in his eyes. His feet kicked the ground hard and turned into a black lightning to meet Wang Sheng.

In the blink of an eye, the sharp sword in Wang Sheng's hand collided with the black spear in Sun Yun's hand, making a clear sound of metal collision, stirring up a bright spark and powerful power. Through the weapons in the hands of both sides, it passed to the bodies of both sides, making the two sides involuntarily retreat a few steps back. .

"Wang Sheng was hit hard!"

Ye Chen, standing under the No. 8 ring, looked at Wang Sheng and Sun Yun, who had retreated several meters, and gently shook his head and sighed.

"Yeah, Wang Sheng's power is not as strong as Sun Yun. If he can retreat a few more steps to resolve Sun Yun's power, he will not be seriously damaged and has a chance to win, but now he has lost and has no room to turn over."

Hearing Ye Chen's deterioration, Ye Xiong said with a look of agreement.

While Ye Chen and Ye Xiong were talking, Wang Sheng's face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with a trace of red blood, and his eyes flashed with unwillingness.

"I admit defeat!"

Wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth with his right hand. Wang Sheng put away the sharp sword in his hand, looked deeply at Sun Yun, who had the same color, took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

After saying that, Wang Sheng did not wait for the referee to announce that he would take it. He jumped out of the ring, squeezed away the dense crowd and galloped towards the distance.

"Now, I announce that Wang Sheng won the 91st victory and now begins the 92nd battle! Player 107, please play.

After Wang Sheng admitted defeat and jumped off the ring, the old referee on the No. 8 ring immediately stood up and announced loudly.

As soon as the voice of the old referee fell, he saw the audience under the stage and let out an excited cheer, and Sun Yun's name resounded in the sky.

When the audience made an excited cheer, a big man in a gray robe and holding a magic wand in his hand slowly stepped on the No. 8 ring, looked at Sun Yun opposite, and said faintly, "No. 107 Wang Yong, please give me some advice!"

As soon as Wang Yong's voice fell, the old referee took a look at Sun Yun and Wang Yong on both sides of the ring and shouted loudly: "No. 107 Wang Yong, Sun Yun, who won 91 consecutive victories, was Wang Yong's victory over Sun Yun, ended Sun Yun's winning streak, or Sun Yun's victory over Wang Yong. Let's wait and see if we win 92 in a row! Now I announce that Wang Yong will officially start against Sun Yun!"