A simple straight punch seemed to carry a huge force, hitting Si Yao hard on the lower abdomen. His body instantly arched, curled up in pain like a ripe red river shrimp on a white porcelain dinner plate.
A positive kick hit Zhou Chen's strong pectoralis major. His body under the amplification of Yanling Bronze Throne could not adapt to this majestic force. He groaned and fell back, and his exposed skin gradually changed from bronze to bronze.
After returning to normal, he could no longer support the field of Yanling.
But the sword that was originally raised high to slash at Si Yao now cut into the silver body of Zhao Xi's spear. Li Longyuan's physical fitness in the keel state was comparable to that of a humanoid ancient dragon, and in an instant, she was knocked back ten steps with her gun.
In the midst of sparks and flints, the three geniuses of the branch family were defeated by the absolute ultimate power, showing a devastating trend.
"puff……"
Si Yao, who has always been very elegant, was lying half-dead on the sidelines, leaning his head slightly against the bluestone wall, violently coughing out a mouthful of bright red blood. His originally clean white shirt seemed to be dyed into a picture of snowy plum blossoms in winter, which was shocking.
His hand trembled slightly as he reached into his trousers pocket, as if he wanted to take out the handkerchief inside and wipe the bloody corners of his mouth. But unfortunately, he no longer had any strength.
From his half-open and half-closed perspective, the "tyrant" was walking towards him from a short distance away. The flames in his golden eyes were still burning, as if they would burn the eyes of everyone who dared to look at him.
Even Si Yao, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, subconsciously avoided these majestic eyes. He was really afraid of being beaten.
The lapis lazuli robe on the handsome young man is still luxurious and elegant, without even a trace of wrinkles or damage. I don't know if the material itself is strong enough, or it is stating a desperate fact to the audience.
Even if the three most outstanding geniuses from the branch join forces, they cannot pose a real threat to the direct lineage of the clan!
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Li Yongyuan didn't walk very fast, but now he was the only person in the field who could still move so calmly.
Therefore, during this period of time, everyone's eyes were focused on this young true king. Since no one in the Zong family table announced the end of this challenge, the people in the separated family could only watch helplessly. No matter what happened in the end
Whatever the outcome, they would have to break their teeth and swallow it in their stomachs.
This was a silent blow from the Li clan to them. Since they chose to take the path of "forcing the palace", they should know what the consequences of failure would be.
The handsome boy's eyes have not changed since the beginning of the battle. He is as indifferent as a god. There is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but the whole body is radiating a cold chill, which makes people feel like they have fallen into an ice prison.
Finally, he stood in front of Si Yao, raised his fair and slender right hand, and then pressed it slowly...
Everyone on the sidelines closed their eyes in shock.
However, the expected bloody scene did not appear, not even a scream was uttered.
The boy just leaned down gently and calmly stretched out his hand. His golden eyes silently extinguished, revealing his originally dark and bright eyes.
His temperament also changed at this moment. One second he was a majestic emperor, and this moment he turned into a clean, refreshing and even shy boy, like a sword hidden in a sheath, with all its sharpness restrained.
Si Yao stared blankly at the outstretched hand, with a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth.
He knew that the boy did not deliberately show his generosity and kindness to the challenger in front of everyone in the family in order to win people's hearts.
How could a god who holds all the power in the world show off to ants?
But he still stretched out his hand, which showed that he recognized himself, or it was the king's forgiveness.
Or perhaps, this is a different kind of arrogance that goes beyond self-confidence. All the great power is attributed to oneself, like a god who is indifferent to the world.
Li Yongyuan did not think that this kind of overstepping was an offensive behavior, because he did not pay attention to the challenge that shook the tree.
So Si Yao tried his best to raise his hand with the last bit of strength, and held the hand offered by Li Longyuan tightly in the air.
Thunderous applause followed, and the mixed-races who came from separate factions finally felt relieved. They originally thought that this time they would leave in humiliation, just like the defeated lions on the grassland licking their heads sadly.
Licking this wound, facing the blood-red afterglow of the sunset, rush to the next day of hunger and wandering.
In the eyes of the family members, it was this handsome boy who was as powerful as a god and as noble as a king who preserved the last trace of dignity for them.
They had to express their gratitude for the king's gift, so the applause became more enthusiastic, as if what they had just watched was not a violent and bloody battle, but a vivid drama.
Among the Zong family's audience, there was a skinny old man in gray hair and a robe, frowning slightly, as if he was not satisfied with the kindness shown by Li Longyuan.
"They won't feel the pain if the board is raised high and dropped gently like this." Finally, the old man couldn't help but speak.
One of the orthodox sixty-one generation elders, Li Tu
Any dynasty is overthrown by a popular uprising, and the tyrant is stabbed to death on his throne by the new king. There is only one reason why red blood flows down the palace steps, and that is that the monarch is not powerful enough to suppress the rebellion.
In his eyes, kindness is just a disguised means for the monarch to deceive the people's long-term support and support because he lacks strength and is afraid of riots. He is as pitiful as a lizard-like reptile.
The orthodox new true king clearly possesses overwhelming power, so why does he have to leave face to these retainers in the end?
Supporting the strong is the only choice for the weak. Even if Li Longyuan kills the three elite hybrids of the branch, they will still love him and even respect him like a god.
The reason is very simple. Li Yongyuan has proved with his strength that he is stronger than them all, and he will naturally be able to gain more benefits for the future orthodoxy, allowing the clan to take meat and eat soup separately.
Just like a group of female lions that must rely on powerful male lions to organize hunting in order to survive, even if this lion king may have stepped on the bones of their husbands or fathers to ascend the throne, they will follow him, serve him, and worship him.
The iron laws of orthodoxy are far more stringent than the rules established in this world. The challenge in this true king's succession ceremony is the only opportunity for the branch family to demonstrate martial virtue to the clan. And the price of failure for overstepping is the life of the challenger.
Dead creatures are worthless, and weak ones tend to die easily.
"It's a good thing for young people to have ideas. As long as you always have the power, no matter how you do things, no one will dare to tell you what to do." The old man in white robes and buns stood next to Li Tu as if he appeared out of thin air, and he said exactly what he said.
of.
Li Tu's face suddenly looked a little ugly, but he had to admit that this sentence got to the essence.
"Don't interfere too much in his choices. Your lives have a more important meaning." Li Chengqian seemed to have no respect for this old man who was a generation older than him, and spoke coldly with the tone of the head of the family.
Li Tu nodded, not feeling the slightest discomfort with this attitude. He agreed with what Li Chengqian just said, and the young man in the words may not only refer to himself.
In the spacious arena, it was like a great drama was coming to a perfect conclusion.
Both the actors performing on the stage and the people watching in the audience were very satisfied with the effect of the performance. They reached a consensus that as long as Li Yongyuan did not die, orthodoxy would remain the original orthodoxy, and only Zhenjun would be the one to dispatch it.
But there are always people who will be disappointed at this time.
Just like there will always be one or two mentally ill people among 10,000 normal people, the trouble is that this mental illness is really a monster, and it will probably blow up the entire mental hospital when he gets sick.
"Little brother, I have just finished warming up. Don't leave in a hurry. I told you that I will take you home~" A light lolita voice came from the field, and Li Yongyuan, who was still in a keel state, turned around.
, he saw a pair of extremely magnificent golden dragon eyes looking towards him. The pressure of these eyes even exceeded that of Chu Zihang, who had an A-level bloodline.
Guo's strict syllables were spat out from the mouth of the black-clothed girl one after another. The air in the field was faintly filled with strong fire elements. The violent wind roared out from beside her and gathered into a super large tornado. The wind force instantly exceeded level eight, and in
Continued growth.
Word Spirit Black Sun, number 101 in the Periodic Table of Word Spirits, an absolutely high-risk fire attribute Word Spirit, one of the strongest powers in the King of Bronze and Fire.
The effect is to create a super-high-temperature black sun in front of itself, and at the same time attract the target with strong winds.
The scene in the field now looks like a small black hole collapsing here, or like the sun during a total solar eclipse. This black sun just burns silently, and then slowly rotates, leaking out endless wind currents that converge into a powerful tornado
The hurricane seemed to pull everything around it into the extremely hot sun and turn it into carbon dust.
"Zhao Xi, are you crazy? Do you dare to release the spirit here?"
An elder of the Zhao family stood up angrily, banging the locust tree crutch in his hand, but his expression was a bit stern.
He was afraid that Zhao Xi's power of speech spirit should have been awakened when she was practicing in the ghost cave in Kyoto. Even the Zhao family did not know that she had such an extremely dangerous speech spirit. What he was more afraid of was that the Zong family would find out because of this.
The secret they have tried so hard to hide all these years!
The audience at the table all stood up in horror, looking at the cute girl standing under the terrifying dark sun. Now her eyes were wide open, and her golden pupils were shining with dazzling golden light. There was no trace of impurity, and her painting style was extremely beautiful.
Weird.
If this round of black sun continues to burn silently here, then the entire arena made of bluestone will be sucked in by an increasingly strong gravitational force, which is equivalent to the foundation of the Yunshang Ancient Temple being forcibly melted from the inside.
One can imagine the consequences.
Of course, before that, it was the hybrids like them who could not bear to be pulled by the hurricane set off in the Yanling Black Sun field and leaned into this extremely hot black sun.
In such a place with thin air, their bodies will not even produce violent aerobic combustion, but will only painfully feel themselves getting hotter and hotter until they turn into a ball of red carbon.
"Wasairuyusa!"
The handsome boy's golden eyes ignited again, and he spoke a cold and arrogant dragon text that was similar to a musical note into the girl's eyes, and the Spirit of Words and Honor were activated.
In order to enhance the effectiveness of this word spirit, he deliberately converted the original Chinese into dragon script.
The black sun wheel in front of the girl instantly became chaotic, emitting ripples of extremely dangerous energy. Even if people just glanced at it accidentally, they would be shocked by the surging power inside. The dark sun should be absolutely silent.
's dead zone.
But it did not completely collapse as the boy imagined. The girl just continued the chanting of the spirit spirit in the field after being stunned for a moment, and the spirit spirit and the throne lost their effectiveness for the first time.
As the majestic elemental power of the surrounding heaven and earth continued to pour into her, her eyes gradually became dull, as if a god had awakened in this delicate and delicate body and replaced the original one.
The halo around the black sun swallowed silver, like a cold and sharp blade. Countless wind currents circulated crazily around it, forming a huge whirlpool. There were already mixed-race bodies in the crowd being slowly torn apart in horror.
Move and move towards the extremely hot sun.
Li Yongyuan inserted the Tai'a sword straight into the green brick ground in front of him, and pressed the hilt of the sword with both palms to stabilize his body.
He knew what the invalidation of the throne meant. At this time, he could only continue to use the power of the Wind King's Eyes to interfere with the hurricane formed by the black sun field, so as to reduce the wind tearing from the front.