Seven hundred and seventieth eight chapters Kui Luo
The martial spirit comes from the depths of the soul of the strong man of the holy way, and the two are one with each other.
When the True Dragon Spirit froze in the air, Fang Li also felt a terrifying aura. As he controlled the power of heaven and earth, his face became extremely ugly. He stared at Ye Chen, his eyes frozen there, that aura
, shadowless and intangible, it is simply elusive. However, it actually exists, just like a whirlpool, trying to completely submerge and swallow him.
Ye Chen's footsteps were still slow, gradually approaching Fang Li.
Fang Li's forehead began to ooze with fine sweat, and the power of heaven and earth on his body went crazy, turning into endless palm shadows and bombarding Ye Chen's body.
But just when the palm shadow was about to fall, there was an invisible force in front of Ye Chen, resisting it. The palm shadow shattered suddenly, and the wind and clouds swept across. Ye Chen was still walking slowly, those pairs of
The ancient aura in his eyes became thicker and deeper.
No matter how crazy you are and how you attack, I will remain motionless and will exist forever.
"You lost."
Ye Chen walked up to Fang Li, opened his mouth, and spit out a word. There was no emotion in his voice, no hysterical madness, and no proud arrogance. Just such a sentence, simple and plain,
It seems to be telling an insignificant thing.
Hearing this, Fang Li's body trembled violently, and he raised his eyes to look straight at Ye Chen in front of him, with pain flashing in his eyes.
Defeated!
He looked up at the sky, where the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and a soft ray of sunshine fell down, shining on his face. It was very warm, but Fang Li's heart was extremely cold.
In this battle, the battle of leaders, the battle of the pinnacle, he was defeated, completely defeated, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back.
The aura on his body slowly dissipated, Ye Chen stared at Fang Li, without saying anything, turned around and left.
"Have you already entered the realm of the holy way?"
Suddenly, Fang Li behind him raised his head and expressed doubts about Ye Chen. He gritted his teeth and widened his eyes, eager to know the answer. In his heart, he was so unwilling that he had lost.
He lost to Ye Chen, whose cultivation was only at the ninth level of the True Dao. How did he accept this?
Ye Chen stopped, turned his head, and said calmly: "Is cultivation really so important?"
After the words fell, Ye Chen continued to step out and left the martial arts arena. Fang Li was left alone, standing there blankly, looking at Ye Chen's figure that was not majestic. In his eyes, the light flickered, as if he was flickering.
I was thinking about Ye Chen's words just now, but more importantly, I felt lonely and powerless.
Ye Chen defeated him and won the position of leader in this dynasty battle!
The crowd stopped breathing as they looked at this scene on the ring. The battle between the dynasties finally ended at this moment. The final winner was not Mo Wugui, the general on the first day, nor Han Xiaozi, who possesses the Ten Thousand Shadows Dharma Body, nor Han Xiaozi, who possesses the Ten Thousand Shadows Dharmakaya.
Not the domineering Fang Li, but the unknown Ye Chen.
This result was so shocking that it subverted everyone's expectations.
"From today on, Ye Chen's name will be resounding throughout the Tianhua Continent." Wu Zhenzi showed a happy smile. Before this, he never thought that Ye Chen would become the most dazzling figure in this dynasty war.
Genius, perhaps in the near future, Ye Chen will surpass him and become the most powerful person in Tianhua Continent.
Beside them, Duan Chongyu and Lin Shitian looked at each other and smiled heartily. Two years ago, when Ye Chen first entered the imperial city, no one knew about it. But in the past two years, he has grown step by step.
After several transformations, until now, he has become the strongest genius in Tianhua Continent. All of this is like a dream, which is hard to believe.
As for Wu Zichuan, Lin Guanqi and others, they were all ecstatic. Regardless of their image, they all rushed forward and surrounded Ye Chen. They either cheered loudly or made fun of them, brimming with joy.
meaning.
While they were celebrating happily, a group of people also showed resentful expressions. Murong Bingxin had a complicated expression on her face, and sighs kept coming from her mouth. If Liu Lian hadn't supported her, maybe she would have fallen to the ground directly.
Paralyzed and powerless.
Xiao Chongxian, Jiang Yueyun, people from the Seven Kills Sect, people from the Zhu family, Ling Tianchou, Duan Muyu, and many talented young people from the Celestial Clan standing in the void. Their faces were extremely ugly, and their faces were burning, as if they were being slapped continuously.
A slap in the face, unspeakable frustration.
Before the war, during the war, and even at the last moment, they all made wild rumors, saying that Ye Chen would be defeated by Fang Li, and that the defeat would be very ugly and his reputation would be ruined.
But in the end, Ye Chen won and Fang Li lost.
Especially Duan Muyu, who stood in the crowd with his eyes a little dull. When Ye Chen slowly walked towards Fang Li, he could feel how terrifying Ye Chen's strength was, but at that time
, he was still lucky and deceived himself, thinking that Ye Chen would definitely lose.
Now Ye Chen not only won, he also won completely. His ridiculous self-esteem was shattered to pieces. Deep in his heart, he even felt a sense of powerlessness. Facing such a powerful Ye Chen, how could he have any chance in his life?
No chance to surpass it?
"This battle will be won beautifully." Mo Wugui came over and said, with sincerity in his voice. At this moment, he recognized Ye Chen's strength. Regardless of whether Ye Chen was a member of the Saint Clan or not, he recognized it.
, this is the high respect for the strong, it has nothing to do with race, only with individuals.
In the Tianshen Palace, Mo Wugui had seen too many geniuses. He had even seen the strongest monsters of the Tianshen Clan, but compared with Ye Chen, they looked much dim. This is not to say that
Their strength is not as good as Ye Chen, but Ye Chen has a perseverance in him.
No matter how stormy the future may be, no matter how strong the opponent is, he is not afraid at all, he steps forward and forcibly walks out a path of his own, unique and unique.
"Thank you."
Ye Chen also showed a smile, with a look of affirmation in his eyes. Mo Wugui, even though he had one arm cut off, still refused to give up and challenged eleven opponents one by one. He was also worthy of respect.
"The three rounds of the dynasty war are over. I know the rankings in order. Now you all get ready and follow me into the Tianshen Palace." Chang Qingshan glanced at the crowd and said, his eyes falling on Ye Chen and Mo Mo.
Wugui's face looked a little unhappy.
A peerless genius like Ye Chen must not enter the outer palace. He must take back his subordinates and use them for the inner palace.
"slow!"
At this moment, Lin Xinghan's voice suddenly came out.
Chang Qingshan moved his eyes, looked at Lin Xinghan coldly, and said in an indifferent tone: "The battle of the dynasty is over, but Palace Master Lin interrupted, it seems a bit out of order, right?"
Feeling the coldness in Chang Qingshan's words, Lin Xinghan glanced over and sneered, but remained indifferent.
He stepped out and walked in front of the crowd, announcing loudly: "The war between the dynasties has come to an end. Before that, I promised the Tianyan royal family to abbot Duan Muyu and Murong Xue as witnesses.
marriage."
Hearing Lin Xinghan's words, the crowd's eyes narrowed slightly and fell on Duanmuyu. Duanmuyu also raised his head high and looked down at Ye Chen, finally finding a hint of pride.
Ye Chen, so what if you win the position of leader?
Your beloved woman will eventually become my woman and my crotch toy.