Zhu Qihen chased Qian Ye flying in the air with a rolling heat wave. The heat wave that seemed to ignite the air spread to the two hosts. The faces of hosts Wang Bing and Liu Zhenhui changed. They couldn't stand the heat wave.
He quickly retreated and quickly moved away from Zhu Qihen and Qian Ye who were fighting.
At this time, Qian Ye had already caught a glimpse of Zhu Qihen's pursuit in mid-air. Qian Ye's expression changed slightly. There was no point of stress in mid-air, so it was difficult for him to avoid Zhu Qihen's pursuit.
"Wings of Vulcan!!"
Suddenly, Zhu Qihen, who was chasing Qian Ye, shouted angrily. Along with his angry yell, he grabbed the edge of the cloak behind him with his right hand and quickly pulled it forward. The wide black cloak suddenly rose into the air.
Seconds later, Zhu Qihen grabbed the cloak with his right hand and slashed down suddenly.
Immediately, the broad black cloak was like a black sharp blade, slashing towards Qian Ye with a hunting sound through the air.
"What?"
"What did Zhu Qihen just shout?"
"Attack with a cloak? Real or fake?"
"Isn't Qian Ye the opponent of Zhu Qihen?"
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In the auditorium, the audience talked a lot and watched the battle on the ring with wide eyes, but they could not see clearly. They always felt that the scene in the ring was a bit blurry and distorted.
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The edge of the blade-like cloak, carrying a scorching wave of air, struck Qian Ye hard before his feet even touched the ground. Qian Ye's pupils shrank when he saw it. He was in mid-air and suddenly clasped his hands forward, like a believer worshiping Buddha.
Normally, both palms suddenly clamped the black cloak that was struck hard.
Suddenly, there was a continuous sound of cracking silk.
The hundreds of thousands of energy that suddenly shot out from Qian Ye's palms were like sharp sword energy, instantly tearing the wide black cloak into strips of cloth.
On the black cloak, spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, Zhu Qihen's cloak turned into rags and flew away.
The hot air waves that were originally attached to the cloak suddenly dispersed.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Qihen was startled and subconsciously stopped his pursuit.
It was this cessation of blinking that allowed Qian Ye to distance himself from him.
Qian Ye's feet finally landed on the ground. After landing, he staggered for a while and took two or three steps back before stopping his somewhat embarrassed figure.
At this time, his image was not as good as when he first entered the ring.
When he first entered the ring, he was dressed in white clothes like snow, and he was as graceful as the noble martial arts master in ancient legends. But now his white clothes were deformed by the rolling heat waves, and the cloth no longer had any luster, and the cloth was no longer smooth.
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My hair is also a little burnt, and my face is slightly red and swollen from being burned.
Even the two eyebrows were burned until they were only a shallow layer, and they were obviously much shorter.
If it hadn't been for the supernatural power in his body that activated in response and automatically protected himself, in just a few moments, he would have been burned by the rolling heat wave until his clothes were completely destroyed, and his skin would have been cracked every inch.
"I see!"
Zhu Qihen, whose cloak was only left with a circle around his neck, squinted his eyes and looked deeply at Qian Ye. While slowly spitting out these four words, he casually pulled the cloak straps tied at the collar. The cloak straps were tied tightly.
It was a slipknot, and he pulled it casually and it was untied.
He threw away the cloak with only a small circle left.
Zhu Qihen sneered and said: "It turns out that the secret of the Yuyi Sword is not in the swordsmanship. No wonder you came to the arena to fight with me empty-handed and didn't show any panic. However, even so, I, Zhu Qihen, will kill you in this arena today!"
At this point, both of them had almost figured out each other's bottom line.
Zhu Qihen knew the secret of Qian Ye's Feather Sword.
Qian Ye also understood Zhu Qihen's supernatural attributes.
After listening to Zhu Qihen's confident words, Qian Ye smiled slightly. Even though his white clothes were no longer as bright as before, he habitually put his hands behind his waist and said with a smile in his eyes: "Since you already know my Feather Sword
The secret is not in swordsmanship, but you dare to talk to me like this? Do you want to kill me in this arena?"
Having said this, Qian Ye's smiling eyes casually glanced at the rammed earth arena with a diameter of fifty or sixty meters, and he smiled, "You're a little too young!"
An evil spirit suddenly appeared in Zhu Qihen's eyes, and Qian Ye's words made him feel angry.
How much older was he than Qian Ye, and Qian Ye dared to say that he was still a little young?
What a loud tone!
"Really? The mountain has been broken for 18 years!!"
Zhu Qihen suddenly stomped the ground with his right foot. When the dust was flying, he rushed towards Qian Ye a few meters away like a mad buffalo.
Although he was shouting that the mountains would be broken, wherever he rushed, the air seemed to be on fire, and the heat wave was overwhelming.
When Qian Ye saw this, the smile at the corner of his mouth grew a little thicker, but he did not dodge or evade, and stood still. Only when Zhu Qihen rushed towards him, his figure suddenly disappeared, and then flashed in front of Zhu Qihen.
Behind him, his normal speed was revealed again.
As soon as he appeared behind Zhu Qihen, Qian Ye quickly slapped Zhu Qihen's back with his palms.
His speed is too fast.
Zhu Qihen didn't react at all, Qian Ye slapped Zhu Qihen's back heavily with both palms.
Suddenly, the sound of cracking silk was heard again.
The clothes on Zhu Qihen's back instantly exploded like a spider web.
Traces of blood instantly appeared on Zhu Qihen's back.
Blood splatters.
"die!!"
Zhu Qihen roared angrily and stumbled forward. At the same time, he rolled over on the spot and faced Qian Ye in an instant. He kicked his feet suddenly and rushed towards Qian Ye, his fists like two horns.
Generally, it hit Qian Ye's lower abdomen hard.
only……
Qian Ye smiled slightly, then suddenly disappeared, and the next second, he suddenly appeared behind Zhu Qihen.
Two simple palms patted Zhu Qihen's back again.
but……
At this moment, Zhu Qihen seemed to have expected it. He was clearly punching forward with both fists, but at this moment, he suddenly kicked back with his right foot.
However, Qian Ye's palms were still half a foot away from Zhu Qihen's back.
As this kick hit Qian Ye's abdomen, Qian Ye's expression changed and he was immediately kicked away.
Zhu Qihen is obviously very skilled in boxing and kicking skills, because before he awakened his powers, he had been practicing hard at the Eighteen Breaks of the Mountains, and the Eighteen Breaks of the Mountains were all unarmed skills.
Zhu Qihen, who had made a successful kick, twisted his body, turned around and faced Qian Ye again, kicked his feet on the ground, and rushed towards Qian Ye again.
"Through the Heart Fire!!"
Zhu Qihen rushed towards Qian Ye, shouted angrily, and hit Qian Ye hard in the heart with his right fist.
A beam of hot energy like a sharp sword was inspired from the peak of his fist and blasted towards Qian Ye's heart.
However, Qian Ye reacted very quickly. He suddenly raised his left hand and smashed Zhu Qihen's arm away, causing Zhu Qihen's fist to leave his heart in an instant.
The hot energy separated from Zhu Qihen's fist, without Zhu Qihen's follow-up energy support, was instantly twisted into strands by the energy in Qian Ye's body, and could no longer cause any obvious damage.
Zhu Qihen's change of moves was also not slow. His right fist was smashed away by Qian Ye, and his left fist followed closely, "Piercing Heart Fire!!"
While shouting angrily, his left fist also hit Qian Ye's heart.
As soon as his fist touched Qian Ye's heart, Qian Ye's right arm smashed Zhu Qihen's arm away.
At this time, both of them were fighting fast.
The speed was so fast that the audience could not see clearly.
Everyone could only see Zhu Qihen roaring and punching Qian Ye's chest alternately with his fists, while Qian Ye retreated while waving his arms and smashing Zhu Qihen's arms away.
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than ten moves.
Qian Ye also took more than ten steps back.
Suddenly, something unexpected happened.
When Zhu Qihen's right fist hit Qian Ye's heart again, Qian Ye actually raised his hand first and grabbed Zhu Qihen's fist.
Zhu Qihen was startled. Just as he was about to withdraw his fist, he was shocked to find hundreds of sword energy-like energy suddenly emanating from Qian Ye's palm.
"Chi chi chi..."
Continuous tearing sounds were heard, and Zhu Qihen's fist was suddenly cut with hundreds of fine wounds. The skin of his wrists and forearms were also cut with dense wounds in an instant. The scene before the audience's eyes was astonishing.
Yes - the clothes on Zhu Qihen's right forearm instantly exploded into pieces of rags and shot out.
This scene stunned the tens of thousands of spectators in the auditorium.
"What kind of kung fu is this?"
"Do they both know the internal skills from ancient legends??"
"Internal strength!! This must be internal strength!!"
"The Feather Sword?? Qian Ye can actually use the Feather Sword with his bare hands??"
"Damn it!! Isn't it said that the inner strength in ancient legends has been lost? Isn't it lost?"
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The surprised and delighted audience stood up one after another and blurted out the possibility that first came to their mind.
In the contestants' box, Li Zhongwu saw this scene on the ring, and his eyes were slightly dazed. The scene of Qian Ye and Zhu Qihen fighting made him feel as if he was still in some reincarnated martial arts world.
In the second row of the auditorium, the three brothers Feng Junbo and Zhong saw this scene, and the four of them looked at each other in unison.
The expressions of the four people were solemn.
Because they all saw that if the competition in the ring continued, Zhu Qihen would have no chance of winning.
Feng Junbo narrowed his eyes, looked at Qian Ye on the stage, and suddenly whispered: "You guys take action! Help that person named Zhu!"
Zhong Lao Er and Lao San subconsciously looked at their eldest brother.
Boss Zhong hesitated slightly, then nodded slightly.
Immediately, the three brothers closed their eyes in unison, and their brows knitted together.
The next second, the three brothers suddenly opened their eyes almost at the same time. At the same time, a small coin suddenly shot away from Boss Zhong's feet.
No one knows when he had this coin at his feet.
The three brothers' eyes were fixed on the coin that shot away. The coin just flashed, and it had already crossed a distance of tens of meters and shot towards Qian Ye's right calf.
There was a soft pop.
The coin instantly pierced Qian Ye's right calf.
The coin that pierced his calf flashed and disappeared.
On the ring, a palm print was placed on Zhu Qihen's heart, beating Zhu Qihen until his clothes on his chest were broken and blood spattered. Qian Ye suddenly felt a sudden pain in his right calf, and appeared behind Zhu Qihen in a flash, about to attack again.
Zhu Qihen suddenly staggered, a layer of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, and he looked down at his right calf.
Zhu Qihen was just stamped on the heart by Qian Ye's palm, and when he staggered back a few steps, his heart was already freezing.
His instinct told him that he was probably going to lose.
The Yuyi Sword can be fired through Qian Ye's hands and feet, so it is impossible to defend against it. Now that his right hand, arm, chest, and back are all injured, how can he defeat Qian Ye?
He has been mentally prepared in his heart, he will be defeated soon, Qian Ye will appear behind him again soon, Qian Ye will give me two slaps on the back, right?
He could expect that Qian Ye, who was teleporting as fast as he could, was about to appear behind him, but he was no longer sure that he could block Qian Ye's attack again.
Just out of an obsession that didn't want to admit defeat, he instinctively kicked him behind him.
"Bang..."
There was a muffled sound from behind, and he instinctively kicked behind him, and it seemed to hit Qian Ye?
what's the situation?
Is Qian Ye not as fast as before? Is he at the end of his strength?
Zhu Qihen, who was pleasantly surprised, suddenly turned around and looked behind him.
Just in time to see Qian Ye being kicked out.
This scene surprised Zhu Qihen, thinking that Qian Ye was really at the end of his fight.
At that moment, in line with the principle of taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Zhu Qihen, regardless of his own pain, hurriedly chased after him, using a set of unstoppable combos. The moment he caught up with Qian Ye, he immediately
After Zhu Qihen caught up with Qian Ye, he punched and kicked Qian Ye, who was thrown into the air. Finally, he hit Qian Ye with a fierce knee and knocked Qian Ye away hard.
It was like knocking away a broken sack.
Zhu Qihen wanted to catch up, but he paused due to exhaustion.
"Bang..."
Qian Ye fell heavily onto the ring. After landing, he rolled several times before stopping.
At this time, Qian Ye's right calf was dripping with blood, and his white clothes were covered with dust.
In the second row of the auditorium, the three brothers Feng Junbo and Zhong were relieved when they saw this scene. Smiles appeared on their faces, and they looked at each other, very satisfied.
Qian Ye has been weighing on them for too long.
Today is a rare opportunity to make Qian Ye look disgraced and fail the mission. Qian Ye will naturally fall out of favor in front of the third prince.
By then, it will be the time for the four of them to come forward.
If they can still complete another task assigned to them by the third prince - to kill Li Zhongwu.
The third prince will definitely think highly of them.
From now on, they will naturally no longer have to be inferior to Qian Ye.
but……
At this moment, the tens of thousands of spectators in the auditorium suddenly exclaimed.
what's the situation?
The three brothers Feng Junbo and Zhong were stunned for a moment and looked at the surprised audience in the auditorium. Then they seemed to have thought of something and turned around to look at the ring again.
But on the ring, one of Zhu Qihen's heads, who had just turned around and beaten Qian Ye, was already flying high, while Zhu Qihen's headless body was still standing staggeringly on the ring.
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Qian Ye, who had just been judged to have lost by Feng Junbo and the three Zhong brothers, stood up slowly even though he was covered in dust and embarrassed.
When Zhu Qihen's head suddenly fell to the ground, Qian Ye slowly turned to look at the auditorium and the three Zhong brothers beside Feng Junbo.
At this moment, the faces of the three brothers Feng Junbo and Zhong changed drastically, and their hands and feet became cold.