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Chapter one hundred and seventieth one move and defeat

Bah!

A sound like burning slowly sounded throughout the arena, and then a figure slowly stepped out from the dust.

As this figure slowly appeared, an unconcealable heat suddenly rose throughout the space, and the surrounding air boiled like steam.

Swish!

One after another, they looked at the black figure that appeared. When they saw the black figure clearly, they all involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air, because they were horrified to find that the figure's body was actually covered with strong black flames.

The sudden rise in temperature of the air was obviously caused by this black flame.

"Is this... the Nirvana Demonic Flame?" Lingju, who had always looked indifferent at the edge of the arena, stared at the black flames on the figure, and couldn't help but twitch his expression slightly as he murmured to himself.

"Are you...Zhuo Wen?" Ying Qianghua's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the figure wrapped in black flames in front of him, and said in a sharp voice.

"Who else but me, damn shemale, you had a great time fighting just now, right! Now it's time for me!" Zhuo Wen clenched his fist slightly, and black flames like sparks suddenly shot out.

Ying Qianghua's face trembled. For some reason, he could feel that there was an extremely dangerous aura on Zhuo Wen. Although the aura on Zhuo Wen was still only half-step Yang Reality, it still gave Ying Qianghua a sense of danger.

An extremely dangerous feeling.

This feeling does not come from Zhuo Wen himself, but from the strange black inflammation attached to Zhuo Wen's body surface.

"Although I don't know what the black flames on your body are? But if you want to defeat me, I'm afraid you are still far from it. Your fate will be the same as that of Gu Xin in the end." Ying Qianghua quickly regained his composure.

, said with a sneer.

"Wait a minute and I'll beat you until your mother doesn't even recognize you, you damn shemale!"

Zhuo Wen didn't want to talk nonsense with Ying Qianghua. He stepped hard on the ground with the sole of his foot, and endless black flames suddenly surged out of his body. The bluestone under his feet gradually melted into liquid under the terrifying temperature of the black flames.

Whoosh!

At this time, Zhuo Wen was like a shooting star, his whole body covered with black flames, and he flew straight towards Ying Qianghua. Wherever he passed, countless black sparks kept shooting out, like fireworks.

Hearing Zhuo Wen's insulting words, Ying Qianghua's face suddenly turned red. These words were so poisonous that even his mother scolded him.

Ying Xueluo, who was on the high platform, looked extremely gloomy after hearing Zhuo Wen's curse, but his eyes looking at the Nirvana Demonic Flame on the former's body were also filled with a little fear.

"This flame should be this kid's last trump card. What a weird kid. Not only does he have the identity of a second-grade arcanist, he can even possess such strange flames. Moreover, it seems that this black flame is not a mortal thing. This kid

He can still use it so freely, we all underestimated this brat!" Ying Xueluo whispered coldly.

"I wonder if my brother can block this guy's black flames. It seems like this guy's black flames are quite weird!" Ying Hualan, who had always looked calm, frowned slightly and said.

"Qiang Hua is not that easy to deal with, let's just watch next!" Ying Xueluo shook his head slightly and said gloomily.

"Damn you kid, I'm going to kill you!"

Ying Qianghua's eyes were red, and nails that were more than a foot long suddenly extended from the fingertips of his hands. Then he lightly drew his claws in the void, and the energy around him suddenly boiled, and countless arrows burst out from his nails.

The energy blade!

"Ten thousand claws dig out the heart!"

A low roar burst out from Ying Qianghua's throat, and immediately countless tiny air blades condensed between his claws. These air blades were only as big as fingernails.

A glimmer of cold light burst out from his eyes, and immediately Ying Qianghua pushed forward with his claws, and the countless air blades between his claws suddenly flew straight towards Zhuo Wen.

The moment Ying Qianghua launched these small air blades, they expanded countless times in an instant, and turned into huge air blades as tall as a person. Countless huge air blades turned into hurricanes that kept spinning on the ring.

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The hurricane was filled with densely packed huge air blades, and with countless air blades wrapped around it, the hurricane rushed straight towards Zhuo Wen, trying to swallow him up.

Zhuo Wen snorted coldly, and the speed of his forward body increased instead of decreasing. In a way that seemed to everyone to be seeking death, he rushed into the hurricane arrogantly.

Boom!

But what shocked everyone was that after Zhuo Wen rushed into the hurricane, a monstrous pillar of fire also rose into the sky, tearing the hurricane apart in an instant.

Whoosh!

The hurricane tore apart in an instant, and a figure covered in black flames suddenly rushed out. Then in everyone's horrified eyes, the figure suddenly lifted Ying Qianghua's collar with his right hand, and then swung it violently.

The whole person fell onto the hard stone platform of the arena.

boom!

Ying Qianghua was helplessly smashed into the ground by Zhuo Wen in a head-down position. Hearing a roar, a huge crater with a depth of two meters suddenly appeared. But what was funny was Ying Qianghua.

Hua's head was completely embedded in the ground, leaving only his lower body on the stone platform, and his feet were constantly swaying, like a live fish on a chopping board.

From the time Ying Qianghua released his air blade to the instant he was killed by Zhuo Wen, it only took a blink of an eye. When everyone reacted, they were shocked to discover that Ying Qianghua, who was so powerful just now, actually acted in a somewhat humiliating way.

method, head-down inlay into the ground.

Looking at the pair of constantly swaying legs on the stage, many people in the audience couldn't help laughing. However, after laughing, everyone looked at the figure on the stage whose body was burning with black flames.

It has become different.

They finally understood why the young man was so arrogant in the beginning. It was because the young man himself had the ability to be arrogant.

"Ying Qianghua actually solved it so easily? Isn't it a bit too fast?"

On the high platform, Gu Xin rubbed his eyes and looked at the swinging legs on the ring with some disbelief. When he looked at the young figure standing quietly on the ring, he knew that what he saw was not

hallucination.

"I didn't expect that a warrior who was only half a step above King Zhao level could be dealt with so easily?"

Slowly calming down, Gu Xin looked at the young man on the ring with complex expressions in his eyes.

He still remembered the battle between the city and the city half a year ago. The young man in front of him was just not in his eyes. At that time, he followed his father Gu Yuetian to the Shenshi Square and looked down at the young man in front of him.

But half a year has passed, and the boy's strength has actually increased to such a terrifying level. At this time, he can only look up to the boy who he didn't pay attention to at the beginning!

Lingju glanced at the young man on the ring in surprise. He also did not expect that the young man in front of him could deal with Ying Qianghua so neatly.

Lingju glanced at the legs that were still swinging wildly not far away, and Lingju said calmly: "The city lord's palace wins this round!"

As soon as Lingju said these words, there was a burst of cheers on the high platform over Gu Yuetian. Almost everyone stood up and jumped with excitement. Zhuo Wen's victory in this battle undoubtedly regained the face of Gu Xin's defeat just now.

"Sure enough, I was right about this kid Zhuo Wen. When I heard that this guy killed Wang Yuanxing and Chen Sheng, I didn't believe it. Now it seems that that thing was not a lie." Gu Yuetian stood up suddenly and said with excitement on his face.

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Gu Yue, who was beside him, also stood up, her water-like eyes staring straight at the figure of the young man on the stage that attracted much attention.

Click!

Ying Xueluo suddenly squeezed the tea cup in his hand, his eyes popped out of his sockets, he stared at the ring with disbelief on his face, and murmured to himself: "You actually defeated Qiang Hua with just one move, this brat

What is the origin of it that it actually hides such a powerful strength?"

"Father, what should we do next? My strength is only slightly higher than that of Qiang Hua. With the strength shown by that kid, even if I try my best, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win!" Ying Hualan's face changed at this moment.

Unable to calm down, he made a fist with his arm as thick as a thigh and said with a trembling voice.

"Our Yin Luo Sect has been preparing for this battle for quotas for a long time. I will never allow any mistakes. Hua Lan can only use the 'Yin and Yang Double Condensation Technique', and you will be the carrier this time." Ying Xueluo said in a deep voice.

"Father! If the Yin-Yang Double Condensation Technique is used, I'm afraid my brother..." Ying Hualan's expression changed and he said hesitantly.

"Hmph! This battle for quotas must not allow the City Lord's Palace to win. Otherwise, the power of the City Lord's Palace will pull our Yinluo Sect further and further away. For the sake of the sect, Qianghua is the one who should sacrifice. What? Don't you?

willing?"

Ying Xueluo looked at Ying Hualan beside him with red eyes, and said sinisterly.

Ying Hualan looked stern, finally lowered his head and said softly: "I will obey my father's arrangement!"

"Our Yin Luo Sect admits defeat in this round and lets release Qiang Hua!" Ying Xue Luo glanced at Ying Hualan and stood up suddenly, staring coldly at Zhuo Wen on the stage and said.

"Since you have admitted defeat, then of course you have to let go!"

On the ring, Zhuo Wen smiled lightly and immediately pulled Ying Qianghua out of the ground.

"Zhuowen, you bastard, you hit me on the head on purpose! I won't let you go." As soon as Ying Qianghua came out, he roared and was about to pounce on me.

"It seems that the lesson is not enough. Then I will teach you a lesson for you!"

Zhuo Wen turned slightly to avoid Ying Qianghua's flying attack, and immediately grabbed his collar with his right hand, pulled him hard in front of him, and then smashed his fist into Ying Qianghua's face.

"Ah! My nose is bleeding!"

Ying Qianghua covered his nose and backed away slowly, but his voice became even more pitiful. The voice was as if an old woman in her seventies had been raped, which made people's hair stand on end.

"Since I promised you that I will beat you until your mother doesn't even recognize you, then I will fulfill my promise!" Zhuo Wen sneered, stepped forward suddenly, and punched and kicked Ying Qianghua's pretty face.

After a while, Ying Qianghua's originally fair face was completely swollen, like a pig's head. Ying Qianghua seemed to be numb and stopped struggling. He had obviously resigned himself to his fate.

"That's enough!" Ying Xueluo shouted loudly, and his fists clenched loudly, indicating the anger in his heart at this time, but he did not dare to take action, after all, there was Gu Yuetian watching eagerly across from him.

"That's enough, give this guy back to you!" Zhuo Wen rubbed his fists and showed a bright smile, then kicked his foot and Ying Qianghua flew backwards towards where Ying Xueluo was.

At this time, many people in the audience fell silent. Looking at the pig-headed Ying Qianghua, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

The young man with a bright smile on the stage was unambiguous in his attacks, and his methods were so ruthless that even some experienced warriors would shudder.


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