Chapter 1708 The Dragon Head Wins the Championship
Boom!
The sound of Ye Junlang and the Destroyed Saint Son burst out from the attack against each other swept across the world, and the entire arena was filled with the violent, intense and strong energy flow.
The arena built could not withstand the explosion of this terrifying power, and it was already broken into pieces.
After this shot down, under the bursting force of the fist, two figures suddenly saw flying backwards and falling out of the arena.
"Destroy!"
The elder Hong Feng of the Heavenly Elder of the Holy Dragon Pavilion shouted, and his body moved, trying to check the injuries of the Holy Son.
"Jun Lang!"
Bai Xian'er, Dan Tai Mingyue and the others were also exclaiming.
As for the warriors at the Ancient Martial Arts Conference, they were all shocked, thinking that this was the ending of both sides' defeat? Did the two fight to tie?
Ye Junlang fell to the ground, blood was constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth, his face turned pale, and he looked at himself without any sign of qi and blood, and the qi and blood became extremely weak, but he had not fainted yet, and he was still rational.
He could even sense that the mysterious power surging deep in his blood seemed to have awakened more, roaring and boiling, but he could not break through the seal of the confinement.
However, the mysterious and unknown force had a stream of energy seeping through the seal and spreading throughout his body.
Immediately, under the guidance of this unknown power aura, the Nine Yang Qi and Blood, which had been exhausted, began to grow vigorously like the grass breaking through the ground, and began to breed strands of Qi and Blood power.
As the Nine Yang Qi and Blood power revived again, under the nourishment of the Qi and Blood power, a faint golden light began to appear on his extremely injured body.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Junlang felt that he had recovered some strength. He supported the ground with both hands and his whole body slowly stood up.
"Wow!"
Seeing Ye Junlang stand up again, everyone in the field began to be upset, and they all seemed extremely incredible.
"Brother Ye! Haha, Brother Ye, you are indeed the strongest!"
Gu Chen and Ji Zhitian were excited and shouted excitedly.
"Jun Lang!"
Bai Xian'er also smiled. For some reason, looking at the figure in front of her, who was still standing upright like a javelin, her nose felt sore and her eyes were slightly moist.
"Ye Junlang!"
The witch couldn't help but scream with joy.
Ye Junlang took a deep breath and walked forward. Before the Son of Mie had not fainted, Hong Feng had already come to his side to check his injuries.
At this time, the face of the Sage Miao Mo changed. He saw Ye Junlang's figure and saw Ye Junlang walking towards him step by step. Although Ye Junlang in front of him was already extremely weak, his aura was as solid as a mountain, with an invincible momentum, collapsed towards him like a giant mountain.
"Can you fight?"
Ye Junlang stared at the Sage Miao and his tone was cold.
The Son of Mie gritted his teeth, and he was not willing to give in and struggled to stand up, but unexpectedly—
"Wow!"
With his movement, he involved the remaining terrifying energy in his body. Under the impact of the energy, he couldn't help but open his mouth to cough up blood, and then fell into a coma.
The Son of Destroy fell into a coma and lost the power of a battle.
Ye Junlang won this battle!
At this time, the dusty ancient martial arts referee ran out from nowhere and checked the situation of Ye Junlang and the Destroyed Son. He looked at Ye Junlang with a complicated expression, and then announced loudly: "Ye Junlang, win!"
"I won! Brother Ye won, hahaha!"
Gu Chen and Ji Zhitian laughed loudly and ran towards Ye Junlang one after another.
Dan Tai Lingtian also smiled, and it was rare that he did not continue to be dark and walked towards Ye Junlang.
At this point, the talents in the entire ancient martial arts venue woke up as if they were dreaming.
Ye Junlang won, won the battle between the geniuses of ancient martial arts world, passed the hurdles, defeated many geniuses, and won the first place!
Moreover, he is still invincible with his cultivation level in the quasi-saint realm. Therefore, Ye Junlang, the most powerful genius, is definitely worthy of his reputation and is indisputable. No one questioned it, and everyone is convinced!
Ye Junlang took a deep breath. In fact, his condition is already very bad, he is extremely injured and his breath is weak, and it is supported by a belief.
Seeing Gu Chen and his friends coming, Ye Junlang also smiled and prepared to greet him.
At this moment, Ye Junlang's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly felt a murderous intent, an extremely fierce and terrifying murderous intent!
"Leave the Holy Dragon Order!"
A cold shout sounded, and a figure rushed towards Ye Junlang at a speed of lightning. A powerful force of the Great Saint Realm swept across the world, causing the void to shake. An invisible momentum poured down, shaking people's hearts.
"Hmph, do you think I don't exist? Seeking death!"
Old Man Ye snorted coldly.
However, before Old Man Ye took action, Hong Feng from the Holy Dragon Pavilion shouted loudly: "Lin Qiong, it's not your turn to get involved in the Holy Dragon Order!"
With the loud shout, Hong Feng moved his body and rushed forward like lightning, intercepting the figure.
Nowadays, although the Holy Dragon Pavilion lineage no longer recognizes the Palm Lineage, it believes that the cooperation relationship that year has ended.
But the Holy Dragon Order was determined to collect it back.
After all, this Holy Dragon Order is not only related to the Holy Dragon Pavilion, but also contains the secret of the Human Emperor's Way. Therefore, the Holy Dragon Pavilion will not allow other forces to interfere with the Holy Dragon Order, let alone the Blood Demon Sect, which has always had grudges with the Holy Dragon Pavilion.
As for the coma of the Son of Mie, he had been taken down by Caiyi from his fellow disciples.
"Boy Ye, you all come behind us."
Old Man Ye said in a deep voice.
Ye Junlang, Ji Zhitian, Gu Chen, Bai Xian'er and others changed slightly. Not far away from them, Hong Feng and Lin Qiong were already fighting each other.
Ye Junlang realized that with the end of the Battle of Tianjiao, he was afraid that the ancient martial arts conference would be in chaos this time.
Ye Junlang and others immediately prepared to walk towards Old Man Ye.
At this moment, a voice full of cold murderous intent and fighting spirit resounded on the spot—
"Ye Wusheng, I'm here to meet you! In the first battle, there was no winner and defeat. Today is the final result!"
As the sound fell, everyone in the entire ancient martial arts venue felt an extremely sharp sword intent. The sword intent seemed to be as solid as it was cutting the skin, and it was extremely sharp, like a sky sword about to slash from the void.
An old man with dark skin and agile body suddenly appeared, and a palm knife was used to slash Old Man Ye in the air!
In the palm of the sword, the endless power of the Great Saint was condensed, rolling like a tide, and the sword intent condensed formed a phantom of a long sword that was ten meters long. Although it was a phantom, the knife intent was extremely strong, and the spruce light was like a real long sword that slashed and slashed down on the head!
With one sword, the void seemed to be cut in half!
"Blade Yan Luo, it's you!"
Old man Ye's eyes sank, and his punches soared into the sky. The dazzling fist light was dazzling, and it bloomed with dazzling golden light. With the power of shaking the sky and earth, it faced the palm sword that was slashing towards the head!