blogombal Chapter 780
Chapter 780
Feng Jiantang shivered unconsciously when he saw Ye Feng's brilliant smile.
Worried, he reminded Luo Fanchen, "Little Ancestor, be careful. This guy is not right. He may also have twin martial spirits, and the hidden martial spirit is definitely not ordinary."
Little Fengxian was having a hard time holding back.
She knew everything, but she pretended to know nothing.
Cousin, I don't know how much the other side has hidden, but do you know how much the person in front of you has hidden?
The previous competition was not about letting the water go, but letting the sea go.
"Damn it, everyone cheated and wanted to meet my little ancestor of Fengying. Do you really think that my Fengying is a soft persimmon?"
Feng Shatian was very angry, but there was no consequence, only a gloomy and cold face.
In fact, if Ye Feng had only inherited the blood of the Mad King, he would not be afraid, but it was said that Ye Feng's mother was mysterious and came from a powerful hidden race. Combined with the other party's confidence, it made people feel a little weak.
After all, the trump card of "Li Qing" Xiaozu was really seen through this time, and no one knew what treacherous moves the opponent had hidden.
The enemy was in the dark and we were in the light, and we were at a disadvantage of two major levels. This competition was too difficult to fight.
"Xiaozu, if things are impossible, just do your best. We have already gained a lot of face by breaking here with the sixth-level body. It doesn't matter if we lose, there is a long way to go."
Xiao Fengxian and Feng Jiantang looked at Feng Shatian as if they had seen a ghost. They really didn't expect that the general who had always been cold and fierce would say such a heartwarming words.
However, Feng Shatian didn't care about the strange looks of the people around him. Luo Fanchen had conquered him with his actual performance, and he was willing to be called Xiaozu.
Although Xiaozu's level is far lower than his now, he will probably surpass him in five or ten years.
Luo Fanchen took all the words into his ears, but did not express anything. He quietly looked at the excited Ye Feng in the distance and smiled playfully.
He said loudly: "General Feng, please warm a jar of hot wine for me, and I will drink with you after I step down from the stage."
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar.
"Fuck, this guy is too bold."
"This guy came to the legion competition site on purpose to cause trouble."
"This behavior seems to not regard Ye Feng as a human being at all."
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is the opponent that Ye Feng picked himself, in order to teach this crazy "Li Qing" a lesson, but this "Li Qing" not only did not cowardly, but directly imitated Yu Wenchou's failed pretense and began to put pressure on his opponent?
Was he just being bold and reckless, or was he really confident?
Ye Feng's elegant smile froze slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he exuded a dangerous aura like a beast, and there was a faint red bloodthirsty mist around him.
He jumped up, the earth and rocks under his feet exploded, leaving only a deep pit, and he came to the ring.
The Mad King was furious and shouted, with flames surging in his nostrils: "You bastard, you really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. You dare to provoke my son like this, you are looking for death!"
The Rain King shook his head and smiled softly: "Brother, why are you angry? He knows nothing about the trump card of the crazy nephew. He has won three battles, so it is normal for him to be a little arrogant and talk nonsense."
The Mad King snorted and shook his head: "This is just a martial arts competition, otherwise it would not be unfair for my son to beat him to death."
As Elder Shangshan announced the start of the competition, the aura exploded.
The elegant Ye Feng was surrounded by raging flames, the flames illuminated the sky, and the terrifying dragon roar shocked the world. A fierce ancient fire dragon appeared, with vigorous claws and powerful teeth, and irregular dragon scales stirring fierce cold light.
He narrowed his eyes and smiled, looking at Luo Fanchen and said:
"You seem to have lost yourself after winning three games in a row. I will help you wake up."
"Let you have a move first to see your strength."
Unlike the old six opponents Luo Fanchen had met before, Ye Feng did not move this time, obviously waiting for Luo Fanchen to take the lead, full of confidence in his invincible strength.
Luo Fanchen shook his head slowly,
spun his feet, rushed out on the spot, jumped high, and waved his arms to fan people.
Seeing Luo Fanchen make such a casual attacking gesture, not to mention the big tripod and big muscle form, he didn't even release his soul power, which made the mad king outside the field angry: "Who is this guy looking down on? Who do you think you are? I let you pretend?"
"You will pay the price for your arrogance."
Ye Feng was not polite. The ancient fire dragon merged and eight soul rings vibrated out. However, unlike Long Youwei and the others, it was a normal soul ring configuration, which made the nervous soldiers of the Phoenix Camp and the Phoenix Camp breathe a sigh of relief.
"Roar!"
"Fourth Soul Skill: Soul Calming·Blue Dragon Roar!"
"Sixth Soul Skill: Prison Flame·Blue Dragon Explosion!"
As Ye Feng opened his mouth, waves of flames vibrated out and radiated outward. The dragon's roar was full of domineering dragon power, showing the domineering bloodline of the world's number one dragon martial soul.
Two huge dragon heads appeared above the shoulders on both sides, opening their bloody mouths, and endless flames gathered inTwo terrifying lava fire pillars spurted out of his mouth.
It must be said that Ye Feng's timing of attack was vicious.
Luo Fanchen was descending from the air at this moment, and it was difficult for him to dodge. Moreover, the dragon roar was disturbing his soul. If he was hit rashly, it would definitely be uncomfortable.
However, Luo Fanchen, who was first submerged by the terrifying dragon roar, was not hurt at all, and his movements did not stop at all. He just said: "Is this worthy of being called a dragon roar?"
"It's just a cat's cry!"
He didn't mention that the Ancestral Dragon Martial Spirit despised the dragon power of the world. Now he was wearing a mysterious silver mask that was immune to head attacks.
Before the audience could be shocked, Luo Fanchen had already plunged into the bombardment of the flame light column, without even releasing his soul power, and directly resisted with his body...
This scene scared Feng Shatian terribly,
Damn it!
Ye Feng's dragon flame was enough to kill ordinary eighth-level people. Even if he looked down on him, he couldn't just resist it directly.
However, before Feng Shatian could speak, he was surprised to find that Luo Fanchen had directly resisted the impact of the two terrifying dragon flames in front of everyone and killed Ye Feng.
Ye Feng's pupils shrank when he saw Luo Fanchen who was unharmed. Although this was not his ultimate move, it would definitely not be easy to resist it. How could this guy not have a single hair burnt? Seeing that the slap was already slapping him, Ye Feng roared and dodged quickly.
But at this moment,
The sound of the tripod sounded,
A series of dark golden ripples vibrated and rippled on Ye Feng's body. In just a moment, Ye Feng's movements became slow, and he was slapped in the face by Luo Fanchen's big slap. His elegant and gentle face was instantly distorted and deformed, and he staggered back.
"Chao!"
The mad king was smiling before, with a contemptuous attitude of "my son is the best in the world", but now his face trembled, his face flushed, and he stood up angrily...