Chapter 25 The good show has just begun

Within ten meters of the battle between Ye Hetu and Ximen Xiongkui, all the stones on the ground collapsed! Everyone was shocked and wanted to retreat at full speed and avoid the broken stones, but they found something incredible. The crumbly stones, in the process of drifting, all turned into powder!

The battlefield was shrouded in dust turned into stones, and it was confused. After a while, the dust settled down. Ximen Xiongkui was already kneeling on his knees dozens of meters away, spitting blood and suffering a serious internal injury. The last trick is powerful, but it may have the same strong counterattack power.

When Xiao Yichen saw this scene, he shook his head and sighed, "Ximen Xiongkui's future achievements will probably stop here. Even if he recovers from a serious injury, his strength will be greatly reduced."

What about Ye Hetu? When everyone saw the tragic end of Ximen Xiongkui, they began to care about Ye Hetu fighting against Ximen Xiongkui. However, there was no shadow of Ye Hetu in the whole square. Did it disappear like this? Those who have good deeds dare to guess.

Ximen Xiongkui spit out a mouthful of blood and stood up with difficulty. He was extremely clear about what the situation would be in the future. When he decided to use that move, he expected the situation in the future, but he had no regrets. The Ximen family has no cops. If you want to fight, you have to fight to the end. If you lose, you have to get it back again and again! Try to find the figure of Ye Hetu. Under that blow, even if you don't die, you have to peel off the skin, right? To Ximen Xiongkui's disappointment, the front was empty and he fled with injuries? I didn't expect that Ye Hetu could also have today. Ximen Xiongkui laughed happily. The whole square echoed Ximen Xiongkui's desolate laughter. The scar on his left chest was torn apart again with all his strength just now, and it was dripping with blood.

"I'm laughing happily. Young people's mentality is to be correct." A lazy voice came from the crowd to Ximen Xiongkui's ears, which made his laughter stop. Ximen Xiongkui and the audience's eyes focused on where the sound originated.

Jun Yifeng and Tang Peng paid close attention to the shocking scene, but they didn't know when there was one more person around him. Who was Ye Hetu? With a slightly tired face, he sat in his seat and looked at Ximen Xiongkui and smiled. Jun Yifeng looked at Ye Hetu's whole body like a monster. After the examination, he was unharmed! Is the big brother so strong? Jun Yifeng took a cold breath and said nothing else. When he saw Ximen Xiongkui's fatal blow, Jun Yifeng, who was full of confidence in his elder brother, was also hanging in his heart.

"Big brother, are you all right?" Jun Yifeng asked cautiously, a little unable to accept the fact that Ye Hetu's appearance was intact, and quietly guessed that it hurt the inward.

Ye Hetu stared at Jun Yifeng and said angrily, "Can I have something to do? Follow me. When did you see that something happened to me?

Tang Peng began to admire Ye Hetu from the bottom of his heart. This is really too powerful. Such an awesome-forced tempting me into the top three. Damn it, depression has become a compulsory course for Tang Peng every day. Everyone found the place where Ye Hetu was, stabbed Ye Hetu again and again with their eyes, and was shocked by the domineering spirit emanating from the latter's body.

Ximen Xiongkui exclaimed in disbelief, "How is that possible? You must have been seriously injured. You must be pretending to be like you now!" Many people are also so guessing that no one believes that Ye Hetu can be hit by Ximen Xiongkui without any injury.

Ye Hetu stood up and slapbed his right hand. It was a little sour, but now he has enough rest. He walked back to the square and said in front of Ximen Xiongkui with a serious expression, "You are very powerful. You can see it all."

Ximen Xiongkui couldn't help it. Finally, he spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted. What Ye Hetu is best at on the side is language attack. The secret sect came forward to pick up Ximen Xiongkui, which had nothing to do with his life. Ye Hetu's action was still very measured.

The great dragon monk was moved, and the surface and heart were stormy waves. This level of fighting is no longer the end of the dragon list. Ye Hetu's strength is not favored by him now, and it seems that it is still above him! Kunlun's talented figure is not a small name, but compared with Ye Hetu's previous performance, it's up to him to set off this name. Even a hundred-year-old genius can't have such achievements as him. This evil young man is not too frivolous. With this strength, he can still be so low-key that it is difficult to find in the world. Is he here? Thinking of this, the problem that the Dawei Tianlong monk was still worried about was swept away by Ye Hetu.

Ye Hetu stood in the middle of the square, and his eyes were not cold, but it made people feel chills. Two dragon-level masters were defeated by the undamaged Ye Hetu, which was an explosive effect. In particular, the last blow of Ximen Xiongkui is not a joke. Seeing that there was no response in the crowd, Ye Hetu smiled and said, "Who else wants to come out and compare with me?"

Everyone is dumb. Who dares to compare with him? This time, the first one must have been decided by Ye Hetu. Fortunately, two people in front came out to set off the strength of Ye Hetu. Ximen Xiongkui was directly knocked out, and the last four places were still promising.

"If you can win the first place so easily, wouldn't it be too simple to do martial arts this time?" Another voice came out of the crowd, shaking the dull audience! Is there really one who is not afraid of death?

Ye Hetu naturally knows who is coming. After a long time, the good show has just begun, and the interesting things are still ahead. Ye Hetu sorted out the slightly messy corners of his clothes, touched his hair, and patted off some dust.

Xiao Yichen is already a living tragedy in the eyes of others, and he is as strong as Ximen, who has just been carried away. Before he played with Ye Hetu, the eyes behind him were already pitiful and sympathetic. Everyone seemed to believe that no matter how awesome you come out, you can only sacrifice in the hands of Ye Hetu.

"Can I use a sword?" After seeing Ye Hetu face Ximen Xiongkui, Xiao Yichen also couldn't figure out Ye Hetu. If he has not lost confidence now, the only dependence is the red light behind him.

"Yes." Ye Hetu doesn't care.

"Cangling", the red and out of the sheath!

"This is the sword of the emperor!" There are many knowledgeable sect disciples in the crowd who recognized the identity of this sword when Xiao Yichen drew his sword. Today, they are an eye-opener. From the appearance of Fan Shuo, the tenth person in the dragon list, to Xiao Yichen, they are all the same young generation. Ye Hetu lost two people in a row and did not stop at the way. He also continued to challenge Xiao Yi, who was pregnant with the sword of the emperor. Morning, what kind of myth will he create?

The young man in a long gown has not closed his eyes since the last blow of Ximen Xiongkui.

Ye Hetu waved to Xiao Yichen not to start first. Xiao Yichen looked at Ye Hetu doubtfully. Did he regret it? With the understanding of Ye Hetu and what he has seen in the past two days, Xiao Yichen is not sure whether Ye Hetu will do something sharp again.

Ye Hetu looked at Jun Yifeng and shouted, "Yi Feng."

"Big brother, I'm here."

"Next, let the eldest brother tell you what it means to grab the white blade with empty hands."

"Good."

(PS: I wrote three chapters, and the last chapter is not pleasant to read. Delete it. I feel that I can't give full play to my level when writing river maps. Most of them are martial arts dramas that I haven't seen deeply enough. The update speed shows that the current situation can't rush up in one go. I'm not a big god, and I can't write ten thousand words in a row with calm and ambitious. Not to mention whether it's right or not, at least I want to be worthy of myself. No matter how bad it is, no one has read it. I still have to insist on writing it, not for clicking, not for the red ticket, not for the collection, but for the dream in my heart.)