Chapter 1956 One move in seconds, the audience was shocked
On the ring, Ye Luo never took out his weapon. He simply put two fingers together to form a sword, and beat the Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion to death.
Moreover, he used the sword that the opponent was good at!
Although the battle on the ring is still going on, everyone has already seen that the Holy Son of Jiange has no chance at all.
He had used all his strength, but Ye Luo didn't use all his strength at all.
"Boring."
Ye Luo murmured, he was not even talking to the Holy Son of Jiange!
It's just a complaint that it's boring.
"ah!!!"
The Holy Son of Jiange shouted angrily, the anger in his heart reaching its peak.
He has never suffered such humiliation!
"I'll fight you!"
The next moment, the Qi energy around the body of the Saint Son of Jiange surged, and his combat power surged. It was obvious that he had used a forbidden secret technique.
However, this has no effect on Ye Luo at all.
The expression on his face didn't even change.
It's a little too calm.
"This... such a strong momentum. It is rumored that he is about to enter the Holy Emperor Realm. It seems that what he said is true."
"This kind of momentum is not something that an ordinary Saint Realm powerhouse can possess!"
"What's the use? Isn't it like being beaten to death by Ye Luo, who is at the Saint King level?"
Seeing this, some people were shocked, while others were disapproving.
After all, no matter how strong his momentum is, it is an indisputable fact that the Holy Son of Jiange is still suppressed by Ye Luo.
As for the outcome of this battle, it depends on how it is fought in the future.
"die!"
On the stage, the Holy Son of the White Tiger Sword Pavilion shouted loudly, took a step forward, leaped high into the air, and fired out thousands of divine lights with one sword, which intertwined into a sword net in the air and enveloped Ye Luo!
Seeing this, everyone was shocked again.
The power of this move has exceeded their imagination.
It is no exaggeration to say that if they had faced this move, they would have already considered what to do next.
"It's a little worse."
I saw Ye Luo's expression was calm, and he stepped lightly on the ring, still holding his fingers together to form a sword.
With one finger, it seemed ordinary, but it caused huge waves!
This large net formed by the interweaving of sword lights was instantly wiped out!
"impossible…"
Upon seeing this, the Holy Son of White Tiger Sword Pavilion stared at all this in stunned silence. Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Luoyi pointed his finger at the center of his eyebrows.
Stopped abruptly.
That's half the story.
However, Ye Luo did not kill him, but just knocked him unconscious.
"Concession."
With a sneer on Ye Luo's lips, he said a word of concession, but the other party really had no chance to hear it.
Everything is the same as what he said before.
"Isn't this... this too strong? Will it be broken with just one finger?"
"The power of the sword just now is absolutely extremely strong. Ye Luo can break it with just one finger. This is so terrifying!"
"Did you notice another thing? Ye Luo never used weapons from beginning to end!"
Seeing such a scene, everyone was shocked.
You must know that the sword struck by the Holy Son of the White Tiger Sword Pavilion just now was definitely as powerful as a peak saint, and there were not even many people in the saint realm who could block this sword!
It was just such a sword that Ye Luo broke open with just one finger!
How terrifying!
"This kid has a first-rate ability to show off."
Luo Lan saw clearly in this battle that Ye Luo originally had the ability to kill his opponent in an instant, but he chose not to do so.
It was just to let the Holy Son of White Tiger Sword Pavilion show his corresponding strength before killing him instantly.
Only in this way can everyone watching the battle be shocked to the highest degree.
"As expected of Ye Luo, he is amazing!"
Princess Zhenyue was jumping up and down and looked very happy.
Seeing this, she was even happier than she had won the game.
"Ye Luo's strength is really hard to fathom..."
The prince looked shocked.
He knew that Ye Luo was strong, but he didn't know that he was already so strong.
The combat power demonstrated by the Holy Son of the White Tiger Sword Pavilion just now was truly that of a peak saint, and even among monks of the same level, it was difficult to rival him.
But in Ye Luo's hands, he still only had the fate of being killed instantly.
With Ye Luo's finger, if he wanted to kill him, he would already be dead.
Transparent.
"Next."
Looking at the top of the ring, Ye Luo glanced coldly at the bottom of the ring, his tone was equally cold and seemed to be devoid of any emotion.
Under the arena, there was complete silence!
No one answered.
Are you kidding me? The Saint Son of the White Tiger Sword Pavilion was still completely tortured in the hands of Ye Luo. This also caused those who originally wanted to challenge Ye Luo to retreat.
For a moment, the surroundings of the arena were eerily quiet.
"Brother Wang, didn't you just say you wanted to challenge Ye Luo? You should do it."
"Are you kidding? I can't even defeat the Holy Son of White Tiger Sword Pavilion, so why should I fight Ye Luo?"
"I've said it before. The reason why Ye Luo dares to set up an arena in Madman Villa at the Saint King level is because he has the strength..."
Under the ring, all the challengers looked at each other, but no one dared to step up.
"Since none of you are willing to come up, then I'll come up and have some fun."
At this moment, an old figure stepped onto the ring, with gray beard and hair, and even his body was stooped.
The aura around him was incredibly weak, as if he was dying of age.
However, his cultivation is truly that of a high-grade saint.
only.
He is a high-grade saint whose life is about to end.
"Who is this person? I have never seen him before?"
"This man looks like he is about to lose his longevity. I'm afraid he was a person from ten thousand years ago."
"Maybe it's an old monster who hides in the world!"
Seeing the old man on the ring, everyone was talking about it, but no one knew the old man's identity.
However, since Ye Luo had just defeated the Holy Son of the White Tiger Sword Pavilion, everyone agreed that the old man must be stronger than the Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion.
if not.
Are you asking for humiliation?
"Who are you?"
Ye Luo frowned slightly and looked at the old man, feeling that he was not a good person.
Moreover, he could also feel that the opponent's strength was unfathomable.
The more so, the weaker the person looks on the outside, the stronger the person is.
"I'm an old man. My name doesn't matter. If you have to ask, just call me Lao Wei."
The old man claimed that his name was Lao Wei. As for his real name, I guess he wouldn't be able to tell if you asked him.
"Old Wei...interesting."
Ye Luo muttered the old man's name, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He has feelings.
The battle between him and Old Wei is probably going to be inextricable.
As for Lao Wei's true identity, to be honest Ye Luo is not very curious.
What he needs now is nothing more than a fight, and a high-intensity fight.
It's better to be a life and death battle.
In this way, he could refine the power of the essence and blood of the Chaos Ancestral Dragon remaining in his body, and thus pursue opportunities for breakthrough.
"You can make the first move and let me see how strong you are."