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Chapter 615: A Millennium Unbreakable Record

"I didn't expect that the last three opponents would be the Lords of the Great Alchemy Realm."

"It's a pity that if Zhao Feng hadn't supported him and challenged a hundred consecutive victories in one breath, there would still be some hope in the end.

Many onlookers booed and sighed, showing expressions of regret and regret.

at this time.

There was some sweat on Zhao Feng's forehead, and his breathing was slightly short.

There is no denying that even if Zhao Feng faces an ordinary Great Alchemy Realm, he has a greater chance of winning.

After all, there were many previous opponents whose combat power could be raised to the level of ordinary Lords in a short period of time.

"My true energy and bloodline power have been consumed by more than 70%..."

Zhao Feng looked at the opponent in front of him.

The old man with gray hair had a cultivation level as high as the middle stage of the Great Alchemy Realm, which was already the highest cultivation limit in the rules.

"There are still three opponents left, so we still need to fight quickly."

Zhao Feng's eyes flickered.

"Start." The referee waved.

iron wall

As the gray-haired old man waved his hand, a layer of light and shadow on the mountain wall turned into a layer of copper wall and golden mountains and rivers. The environment of heaven and earth suddenly changed, majestic and magnificent.

Boom boom boom

The gray-haired old man was unrelenting and striving for victory steadily. His "iron wall" offensive was to defend first and then attack, steadily suppressing Zhao Feng.

"Humph, Your Majesty, you are so shameless and are engaging in a war of attrition with the captain."

Li Yunya's face showed a hint of disdain and dissatisfaction.

It is not difficult to see that the gray-haired old man wants to hold Zhao Feng back, and his desire to win is not strong.

"Water Spirit Transforms into God"

A layer of dark blue water surged across Zhao Feng's body, showing strange twists and overlaps. His body swayed like a liquid, with traces of water ripples appearing.

Buzz

In an instant, Zhao Feng's body was liquefied with sparkling water and transformed into a "water spirit giant".

Boom boom boom boom boom

The turbulent offensive of the gray-haired old man's mountains and rivers was like a stone sinking into the ocean, ignored by Zhao Feng and passed through.

In the state of "Water Spirit Transformation into God", Zhao Feng's defense is invincible, and his physical attack contains infinite power.

"break"

The water spirit giant that Zhao Feng transformed into was propelled by his fists and palms. Every time he attacked, the deep blue water light surged like a vast impact like an ancient torrent.

In the deep blue water light, some mysterious floating totems faintly emerged, with an eternal and huge aura.

As he continues to absorb the ancient aura of dreams, Zhao Feng's bloodline and physique undergo unknown changes.

Cry, bang, click

Under a head-on attack, the old man with gray hair retreated one after another.

After two or three blows, the gray-haired old man spit out a mouthful of blood and held on for dear life.

"The aura of the ancient times? Could it be that Zhao Feng's bloodline inheritance also comes from the 'Ancient Ten Thousand Races List'? Otherwise, how could it be so powerful?"

The Lord of Yongfeng Hall fell into deep thought.

Just then.

Bang bang

The formation on the arena shook violently, and the body of the gray-haired old man flew backwards.

"It must be the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List..."

The gray-haired old man looked pale and shocked.

Under normal circumstances, he would not be able to accept being forcefully defeated by a small Danyuan realm venerable.

But if.

The opponent is a mythical bloodline with the "Ancient Ranking of Ten Thousand Races", so even if he loses, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

Buzz

Zhao Feng recovered his flesh and blood body and said calmly: "Your Majesty, you commend me. There is still a slight gap between Zhao's bloodline inheritance and the bloodline of the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List."

Zhao Feng has seen the strength of the bloodline in the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List.

To be fair.

Zhao Feng's current bloodline aura, the kind of suppression of ordinary bloodlines, is no longer inferior to those in the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List.

However, Zhao Feng believed that there was still a slight gap between his bloodline power and Jiang Fan's.

"The power of my bloodline continues to absorb the breath of ancient dreams. Sooner or later, it will be on par with the mythical bloodline on the list of ancient races."

Zhao Feng's heart was surging.

He clearly remembered that when he faced Jiang Fan's blood aura for the first time, his blood power and emotions were suppressed.

But now.

The blood aura in Zhao Feng's body is no different from Jiang Fan's a year ago.

"Scene ninety-nine."

The referee looked at Zhao Feng with a completely different look.

In the arena, the fiery atmosphere was rising again, and some spectators even held their breath.

"I really didn't expect that even the Lord of Great Alchemy Yuan was defeated by Zhao Feng."

Everyone underestimated Zhao Feng's strength.

Even the official strong men of the Arena, and even the Eternal Palace Master, are no exception.

Arena, Game 99.

"Zhao Feng, you are indeed very strong, this little girl admires you."

A bright and charming woman in red robe, polite and elegant.

"It's a pity that you are now running out of blood and true energy. Even if you can defeat me, you are destined to fail to win the hundredth match."

The woman in red robe said slightly regretfully.

She analyzed that only more than 10% of Zhao Feng's bloodline essence was left.

Zhao Feng stood there, his expression as usual.

His vitality constitution is very powerful, and his resilience is comparable to some mythical bloodlines on the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List.

"Yanfeng Jue"

The woman in red robe saw this and quickly attacked, her whole body bathed in brilliant flames, like a phoenix with fireworks, and rushed towards Zhao Feng with a shocking phoenix cry.

In terms of attack power, this red-robed woman is a bit stronger than the previous grey-haired old man.

"Water Spirit Transforms into God"

Zhao Feng did not hesitate, activated his bloodline power and transformed into a water spirit giant.

This time, Zhao Feng felt a sense of emptiness after his whole body became liquid.

roaring

The water spirit giant was in an invincible position, and its offensive was like the impact of an ancient torrent, taking the lead in suppressing the red-robed woman.

Hmm

In the blue water light fist shadow, some mysterious floating totems appeared, exuding a huge aura originating from ancient times.

"Even my Yanfeng bloodline has been suppressed..."

The red-robed woman fought for several rounds, her blood boiling.

After ten interviews.

"Bang"

The woman in red robe was blasted out of the arena by the water spirit giant.

There was an uproar in the audience.

Ninety-nine consecutive wins

Countless spectators watched the battle, their hearts pumping with excitement.

Ombo

The moment Zhao Feng landed on the ground, his flesh and blood body was restored. His body swayed and he was unsteady on his feet.

"captain"

Li Yunya's expression changed drastically.

On the arena.

Zhao Feng's face was pale, his bloodline essence was depleted, and he could barely keep his figure steady.

"The bloodline power and true energy are all exhausted..."

Zhao Feng used his strong will to stabilize his body and seize the time to try to recover a little bit of his body.

now.

There was silence in the arena.

Many strong men watched helplessly as Zhao Feng reached the peak of ninety-nine consecutive victories.

Are we going to fall short at this last moment?

"Tsk, tsk, junior, if you hadn't been the one to challenge me to win a hundred consecutive victories in one go, you would have succeeded.

The old man in Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, Zhao Feng is unable to fight anymore.

What's more, the character who appears at the end is also a perverted existence.

"What a pity..."

A straight-looking man in black stepped onto the arena.

This man in black has eyes as bright as stars and a face with perfect edges and corners like marble.

"Duan Tianjun"

"It turned out to be him, the winner of a hundred consecutive victories a hundred years ago."

In the arena, a few people recognized the identity of the man in black.

It turned out to be him

Some senior and powerful men thought of Duan Tianjun's legendary deeds.

"A hundred years ago, Duan Tianjun won a hundred consecutive victories in the Yongfeng Arena with his cultivation in the late stage of Xiaodanyuan Realm."

"Twenty years ago, Duan Tianjun broke through the Lord level and defeated three Great Alchemy Realm Lords in a row, causing a sensation."

There were some boos on the field.

At this moment.

Duan Tianjun became the focus of countless eyes, and it seemed that at that moment, he took away the aura of the original protagonist.

"Zhao Feng, I watched your previous battles. If you were in peak condition, you could still fight with me. It's a pity..."

Duan Tianjun shook his head.

He also admired Zhao Feng's fighting prowess.

If Zhao Feng had not relied on him and wanted to complete a 100-game winning streak in one go, he would not have fallen into this embarrassing situation.

Even Duan Tianjun took four or five days to complete a hundred consecutive victories a hundred years ago.

and.

The blockers who had a 100-game winning streak at that time were not as ferocious as this time.

"Duan Tianjun, there is no doubt about the outcome."

Zhao Feng smiled lightly.

Even though his bloodline essence was basically exhausted, he still looked confident.

As soon as this statement came out.

In the arena, another commotion was caused.

"Does he still have any trump cards? But all his bloodline essence has been exhausted."

The old man in clothes had a stern look on his face.

Even the Master of the Yongfeng Hall couldn't help but be curious and thought about it.

"The true energy and bloodline power are all exhausted..."

According to the rules of the arena, some special props, such as False God's Protection, etc., cannot be used.

"No, Zhao Feng's soul power has not been consumed much."

The thoughts of the Master of Yongfeng Palace flew by.

Most people would ignore the soul level, but the Eternal Palace Master, as a half-step king, is in the stage of soul transformation.

Just then.

On the arena, a sudden change occurred.

"The Forbidden Eye of Fantasy"

The young man in the field of vision has blue hair flying, and his left eye turns into an endless cold abyss, exuding a powerful and fatal temptation.

Duan Tianjun was shocked.

Swish

In the next moment, his mind and thoughts were pulled away.

On the arena.

Zhao Feng's left eye looked at Duan Tianjun for a breath or two. The latter struggled hard and was dripping with cold sweat.

After two breaths.

thump

Duan Tianjun fell to the ground, exhausted, with endless shame and helplessness on his face.

Wow

The entire arena erupted with a sound like a torrent.

"How could..."

Only then did the old man realize that the fluctuations in the heart and soul power emitted by Zhao Feng were more powerful and solid than those of ordinary Great Alchemy Realm Lords.

"My heart and soul, absorbing the ancient breath of the dream, become strong and solid, slightly stronger than this Tianjun. If I use my divine eye with all my strength, few people at the Great Alchemy Yuan realm can resist it."

Zhao Feng stood proudly, his blue hair and left eye gradually returning to normal black.

"That eye of his"

The master of the Eternal Sealing Hall was slightly shocked. He had only seen such powerful bloodline eyes in the Holy Land of the Spirit Realm.

"That kid is hiding too deeply."

The old man in Yi couldn't help but take a breath of air.

No one expected that Zhao Feng was still hiding his most powerful bloodline eyes.

If it weren't for the blocker this time, who was too strong, he might not even be able to test Zhao Feng's true strength.

"The miracle worker with a hundred consecutive wins—Zhao Feng."

The referee woke up from a dream and announced in a voice like a torrent.

"This is not only the creation of a 100-game winning streak, but also a competition between two strong players with a 100-game winning streak."

"In two days, we won a hundred consecutive victories in one go. This is definitely a record that will never be broken in a thousand years.

In the arena, there was a commotion and constant discussion.

"Wonderful."

The master of Yongfeng Palace stood up without knowing it, staring closely at Zhao Feng.


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