The whole place fell into a deathly silence, and everyone couldn't help but tremble in their hearts. They couldn't help but look at Ye Chen with pity, but more of them looked at him with a joking expression.
The gap between the fifth level of initial martial arts and the sixth level of initial martial arts is like heaven and earth. It has become an unbreakable fact that the fifth level of initial martial arts cannot defeat the sixth level of initial martial arts.
"Ye Chen, today I want you to remember that I am the one you cannot surpass, and Young Master Ye is the one you will look up to all your life!" Ye Xing glanced at Ye Tian among the crowd, and said unhurriedly, looking at the situation in front of him.
I don't care about the battle at all.
"Your nonsense is as disgusting as your face!" Ye Chen said unhurriedly with a sneer on his lips.
As Ye Chen's cold voice fell, the atmosphere on the martial arts training platform suddenly became tense. The autumn wind blew by, picking up a few fallen leaves, bringing with it a cold and murderous intention.
However, no one noticed that several black shadows came in a flash and came to a corner of the martial arts hall. They quietly looked at Ye Chen and Ye Xing on the stage, but no one wanted to step forward to stop this.
The meaning of a funny war.
Both palms were slightly erect, with a faint zhenqi lingering on them. Ye Xing took a deep breath, stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and shot toward Ye Chen like an arrow from a string.
A dangerous arc appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth. At this moment, the zhenqi he was still using was only at the level of the fifth level of Chuwu. A light blue zhenqi surrounded his palms. He also kicked his feet towards the ever-increasing enlargement.
The figure hit and flew away.
"Bang!" The two men shot at the same time, and the air was shaken up. The two men moved fiercely, and the sound of sonic booms could be heard in the air. The air around the two men seemed to be roasted by fire, constantly twisting,
Ye Xing's face was a little less comfortable and a little more solemn.
"The basic skills are good, but they are just good! Next, I will show you what strength is!" At the same time, he stepped back. Although Ye Xing was a little shocked in his heart, he still looked disdainful on the surface.
With another kick, his palm turned into a knife, and he rolled up a fierce force. As he advanced with his steps, he slashed diagonally towards Ye Chen's neck.
Sword Palm, a yellow-level primary martial skill, can be practiced only after the ordinary bloodline has been awakened. This martial skill is also something Ye Chen is quite proud of.
The speed and power gathered together to form a suffocating momentum. Even the people watching the battle were frightened by this momentum, breaking the silence in the audience and causing a commotion. Even a trace of surprise flashed in Ye Tian's eyes.
color.
The first required lesson for a killer is to stay calm at all times, even at the critical moment of death.
At this moment, Ye Chen was so calm, letting the wind blow
The burning pain on his face could not shake Ye Chen at all. The hair on his forehead was fluttering in the wind, revealing Ye Chen's pair of dark eyes. Ye Xing couldn't help but be startled. At this moment, he found those dark eyes.
There was no hint of panic in it.
The moment Ye Xing's palm was about to hit his neck, he turned slightly to one side, kicked out quickly with his right foot, and then his figure moved backwards smoothly.
Taking advantage of the force, Ye Xing groaned, staggered back, and was thrown away by a rebound force. His entire figure fell backwards like a kite with a broken string.
The entire audience was silent, looking at the scene on the stage in surprise, Ye Xing was actually at a disadvantage.
"My reflexes are pretty good. Next, I'll show you my true strength!" A faint amount of zhenqi surged out of Ye Xing's body. With a grin, the palm of the knife struck out again. The momentum of the palm knife rolled up and rolled up the martial arts training platform.
The dust was rolled up together and struck Ye Chen's face with a ferocious laughter.
Different from the sword palm just now, a weak wind whirlpool slowly formed in Ye Xing's palm.
The biggest difference between the sixth level of martial arts and the fifth level of martial arts is whether the true energy has attributes. The sword palm at this moment should be called wind sword palm.
The momentum enveloped Ye Chen and cut off all the ways for Ye Chen. Some of the girls around him turned their heads away unbearably, while some teenagers were looking forward to seeing the bloody scene where the sword fell and the blood splashing everywhere. At this moment, in their eyes, Ye Chen
Defeat is inevitable.
Slowly closing his eyes, Ye Chen kept recalling the scene where Ye Xing took out his palm just now. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the palm that was getting closer and closer with narrowed eyes.
He bent his right leg slightly, stepped suddenly, and walked around Ye Xing's side.
He also raised one palm slightly, creating a fierce momentum, like a bolt of lightning, passing over Ye Xing's arm and casually hitting Ye Xing's chest.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and Ye Xing's face turned horribly pale instantly after being hit by Ye Chen, as if he had been forcibly moved. Ye Chen's body did not move, and his feet left two inch-deep footprints on the ground.
Pushed out a few meters away.
Silence, silence in the whole place!
After being stunned for a moment, all eyes were fixed on the thin figure, and then waves of gasps sounded from the surrounding crowd.
That palm was actually the martial skill Ye Xing had just used - Blade Palm!
Ye Chen's figure would not stop with the shock of the whole audience, and his body rushed forward quickly, like an arrow off the string, following Ye Xing's figure.
"Knife palm!"
The air rippled slightly, and an invisible energy burst out, hitting Ye Xing's chest hard again. Ye Xing was directly shaken to the ground by the huge force, and finally slid out several meters on the blue-grey ground.
Just now he slowly stopped his body, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out miserably.
Taking steps slowly, Ye Chen looked indifferently at Ye Xing, who was ashen as ashes under the martial arts platform, and his calm voice echoed in the field.
"Trash, you lose!"
However, everything was still not over. Ye Chen jumped up, ignoring the horror of the people around him. His dark eyes were full of coldness, and he suddenly stepped towards Ye Xing's chest. The ashen-faced Ye Chen's face flushed.
, blood gushed out of the corners of his mouth crazily.
Ignoring the look of begging for mercy in Ye Xing's eyes, he stepped on it again, and the sound of broken bones followed Ye Xing's miserable scream.
Ye Wan'er's cheeks instantly turned pale, and she kept mumbling, "How is that possible!"
The screams brought Ye Waner, who was in a daze, back to reality. Looking at the blood on the ground, she exclaimed and said anxiously: "Ye Chen, stop it!"
The figure flashed and jumped in front of Ye Chen. However, at this time, Ye Chen stepped down again and ignored Ye Wan'er's words.
"Ye Chen, no, he is my brother, please spare him!" Ye Wan'er's eyes showed a little moisture, her charming appearance was lovable, her teeth bit her red lips, and she looked with a pleading look on her face.
Ye Chen's dark eyes.
"Then what?" Ye Chen said expressionlessly.
"Ye Chen, you..." Joy appeared on her pretty face, but the next moment, Ye Wan'er's face turned pale.
The true energy surged out of Ye Chen's body, and flew out with a kick, hitting Ye Xing's chest hard like a sandbag, leaving a shallow mark of dozens of meters long on the hard floor.
, several white bones stabbed out from Ye Xing's back, and blood stained the ground red...
Ye Waner looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief, and then roared: "Ye Chen, you lunatic!"
The hysterical Ye Waner in front of him seemed to not exist. Ye Chen smiled indifferently, without even looking at Ye Waner from beginning to end, and slowly turned around and walked towards the inner martial arts hall.
The young people in the field looked at the blood foam like fish bubbles flowing out from the corners of Ye Xing's mouth, and the few white bones were exposed to the sun, and then turned to look at the people walking towards the inner martial arts hall.
The young man who left felt a chill that could not help but seep out from his bones...