The sudden momentum instantly caused the opponent to kneel on the ground.
The Yixintang disciple didn't react at all. His eyes were blank and his mind was completely blank.
Soon, he gradually woke up and tried his best to stand up.
Can...
No matter how hard he tried, he could not dispel the terrifying trend on his shoulders.
"how so?"
His eyes were blank and unbelievable.
The law enforcement hall disciple in the audience was also stunned.
"This is impossible!" The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall cried out, almost leaning against the ring.
"Isn't it over yet?"
Zhao Li, who was sitting in the seat, murmured and cautiously glanced at the No. 9 stage here.
But when he saw the scene on the stage clearly, he suddenly stood up from his chair and stared at everything in front of him with wide eyes.
I saw Bai Ye standing proudly, while the person in Yixintang was already kneeling on the ground, losing all means of resistance.
"Am I... dreaming?"
His mouth was opened hugely, and his whole body was petrified.
Many of the disciples watching here were extremely shocked!
At this time, Bai Ye on the stage had already taken steps and walked towards the disciple.
"you..."
The disciple was just about to speak.
Boom!
A burst of energy instantly hit his hands and feet.
Chi!
The sound of bones, flesh and blood being torn into pieces was heard.
Then he saw that the disciple's limbs were all shattered on the spot, and he turned into a pig and fell to the ground.
The severe pain made him scream like a pig.
So cruel!
The disciple's brain was shaking wildly and his heart was beating wildly. He didn't dare to hesitate too much. He shouted almost crazily: "I surrender..."
Boom!
Another dull sound exploded in his chest, tearing apart the heavenly soul in his chest almost instantly.
Before the disciple could shout out his words of surrender, he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of bloody minced meat, and then passed out on the spot.
Arena No. 9, the game is over.
The Yixintang disciples and Zhao Li who were paying attention here were completely petrified.
Even the expressions of the disciples sitting next to the Soul Martial Hall were frozen.
People stared blankly at the stage. Many people didn't even realize that the game... was over!
Crush?
right!
This is crushing!
That disciple from the Hunwu Hall... actually crushed the people from the Yixin Hall!
Many people held their heads and thought for a time that they were hallucinating.
Bai Ye walked to the edge of the competition stage, looked at the Law Enforcement Hall disciples in the audience calmly and said, "He has fainted. I think the competition is over, right?"
The Law Enforcement Hall disciple trembled all over, and hurriedly shouted: "The competition on stage nine is over, the winner...is...is the Hunwu Hall disciple Bai Ye..."
The voice was not loud because he was so frightened that he had no strength left.
Bai Ye didn't say a word, but jumped off the ring and walked towards the Hunwu Hall seat.
At this moment, Zhao Li is still in his petrified state.
The disciples in the seats next to him all looked at him as if they were looking at monsters, and no one dared to say anything.
The atmosphere was extremely weird.
Plop!
A strange noise came from Ling Xuantang's side.
The disciples who were still paying attention to the fierce battle between the seed players looked to the side, only to see the sturdy Zhao Yanran sitting on the ground...
"Senior Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" The junior brother next to him hurriedly helped him up.
"I'm fine...it's fine..." Zhao Yanran said hurriedly.
He said this, but everyone else saw that Zhao Yanran's face was as pale as paper at this moment, colorless, and his whole body was actually dripping with sweat, and he looked like he had just been fished out of the water.
Same...
Everyone was very confused, but they didn't pay too much attention to it, and continued to look towards the fierce battle on the field.
Zhao Yanran had no intention of watching other battles. He quietly left his seat and walked quickly towards the seat of the Law Enforcement Hall.
But at this moment, the disciple from the Law Enforcement Hall has also returned.
His face was equally ugly.
"What...what's going on, senior brother, that Bai Ye...he...how can he be so strong?" Zhao Yanran glanced in the direction of Yixintang and saw the disciples of Yixintang cutting off all the limbs of Tianhun.
The crippled guy moved down, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"It seems... what Monchi said is true. This guy is really not simple. This... if it were you on the stage, I'm afraid... I'm afraid you would lose your life..." Then
The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall gasped.
When Zhao Yanran heard this, his legs softened and he almost sat down on the ground again.
He hurriedly held on to the wall next to him and said anxiously: "Brother, this matter is not easy to handle. That Bai Ye is so strong, and we have offended him again. If he pursues it after the game, we...we will not be able to eat it."
Let’s walk around!”
The sect believes in respecting the strong. The two offended Bai Ye, but Bai Ye was so strong. If he wanted to settle the score, it would be difficult for the departments behind the two to protect them.
The Law Enforcement Hall disciple gritted his teeth, snorted, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, for that guy, there will be no post-match! I will let his life end here!"
"Senior brother, what's your clever plan?" Zhao Yanran asked hurriedly.
"You go back first, you will know later."
The disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall didn't want to explain too much, so he glanced at the seats in the Hunwu Hall, snorted, and turned to leave.
Zhao Yanran felt a little uneasy, but he could do nothing at the moment, so he could only go back to his seat.
When he saw Bai Ye approaching, the petrified Zhao Li finally came back to his senses.
He trembled all over and rushed forward immediately.
"Junior Brother Bai...Senior Brother Bai, you...what's going on with you? Oh my god, why are you so powerful that you actually managed to kill that Yixintang guy in just a few strokes? You...you are really serious.
Soul realm person?"
Zhao Li opened his mouth and asked a series of questions. People were shocked and surprised, as if they were seeing a being from heaven.
But Bai Ye didn't answer, but sat quietly on the seat.
The disciples in the seats next to each other looked at Bai Ye with curious eyes, whispering to each other, and talking about it.
"Who is this person?"
"have no idea."
"Never seen it."
"Has this person ever existed in Hunwu Hall?"
The noise is constant.
But Bai Ye ignored it.
In the front right of the arena, among a group of disciples wearing dark green uniforms, a figure was staring at them.
"I didn't expect this guy to be capable of a trick! But it's just against some miscellaneous fish! When he gets to the back, let's see what use his little tricks can do!" Qin Jiyue snorted and turned his gaze from the Hunwu Hall.
Direction retracted.
"Jiyue, what's wrong?" A gentle male voice came from the side.
Qin Jiyue was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head and said with a smile: "Senior brother, it's nothing."
"That's good."
The owner of the male voice smiled slightly and continued to look at the center of the arena...