Chapter Eighty-Nine: You Lost (Second Update)

"Life and death!" Ye Ziming also gasped a few times, and his face and expression changed.

The so-called life-and-death battle is not endless, but it means that killers can be played in the competition, but ordinary families compete, but few people engage in life-and-death battles.

looked at Ye Ziming with indifferent eyes, shook his head slowly, and then said to himself: "Life and death duel, Ye Ziming doesn't know if he has the courage?"

With indifferent eyes, a mocking look at the corners of his mouth, Ye Ziming's right hand slowly pressed his thigh, relying on the pain from his thigh to make himself extremely calm, and then his eyes slowly looked towards Ye Hao, Ye Hao nodded solemnly, in this regard, Ye Ziming's long arm shook and said coldly: "Elder, I agree!"

Even if his bloodline awakening is only the sixth layer of the first martial arts, for Ye Ziming, Ye Hao has personally cultivated him since he was a child, and Ye Hao naturally understands his strength, maybe he can get rid of Ye Chen's waste in this battle, but he can avoid the embarrassment of apologizing in public, thinking about this, Ye Hao couldn't help but cast a mysterious smile at Ye Ziming.

The corners of Ye Ziming's mouth also revealed a mysterious smile, nodded slowly, and took a step forward, his momentum soaring.

The scene that happened on the martial platform was unexpected by everyone, and everyone looked at Ye Chen with strange expressions, their eyes constantly switching back and forth between Ye Chen and Ye Hao, and then they all sighed, the sixth layer of the first martial arts to the peak of the eighth layer of the first martial arts, wouldn't that be looking for death, and all eyes looked at Ye Chen with pity.

The old man glanced at Ye Wen, then nodded slowly, and a breeze slowly emerged from the palm of the old man's hand, Ye Hao saw this, and jumped towards the stage with interest, but at the moment of jumping away, turning around, an invisible energy shot out from Ye Hao's fingertips, and a dark elixir quietly shot into Ye Ziming's palm.

Glancing at Ye Hao with deep meaning, the old man said in a deep voice: "The battle of life and death begins!"

Before the words fell, the old man's aged figure jumped out of the martial platform like a breeze, and on the empty martial platform, one black and one white, stood opposite each other.

The explosive true qi gushed out of Ye Ziming's body like a tide, the long hair behind him fluttered in the wind, his right hand was slowly raised, and the blue true qi slowly formed a sword blade, which was strangely suspended in Ye Ziming's hand, and then a sharp explosion suddenly sounded from Ye Ziming's palm.

Compared with Ye Ziming, Ye Chen was dressed in a black robe and hunting, his long hair was messily draped over his shoulders, and his eyes looked at the sky indifferently.

is extremely arrogant, this move is undoubtedly ignoring Ye Ziming, **naked ignorance and irony.

Looking at the two young men facing each other on the high platform, all the eyes present were staring closely, at this moment, whether that former genius was the same as the genius of three years ago, or whether it was a waste may be revealed after this battle, many old men of the Ye family hoped that Ye Chen's bloodline had awakened.

"Sister Mu Wan, do you say that Ye Chen can defeat Ziming?" Her beautiful eyes flowed, looking at the two figures on the stage, Ye Wan'er said in a low voice.

Ye Muwan slowly suppressed a trace of uneasiness in her heart, her face was slightly gloomy, and she paused: "Even if Ye Chen's bloodline awakens, the sixth layer of the first martial arts is against the eighth layer of the first martial arts."

Halfway through the words, Ye Muwan stopped abruptly, her beautiful eyes flowed, and she looked at Ye Chen who was calm and relaxed in surprise, her indifferent eyes, the ridicule at the corners of her mouth, even Ye Muwan felt it, seeing this, she couldn't help but continue: "Maybe a miracle happens, maybe you can defeat Ye Ziming!"

Hearing this, Ye Wan'er smiled bitterly, even if Ye Muwan couldn't convince herself, let alone persuade others.

Seeing that Ye Chen was about to splash blood in the sky, Ye Wan'er didn't have the slightest pleasure in her heart, but had a hint of complexity, seeing this, she said softly: "Maybe!"

"Waste, I had to charge interest on that account at the beginning!" Ye Ziming's right foot slowly took a step forward, stirring up the dust at the cyan step, and after a slight pause, Ye Ziming's figure shot out in vain, tilting left and right towards the rear, and two wind blades glowing with blue light extended out.

At the moment when he was less than three meters away from Ye Chen, the figure suddenly stopped, his left and right arms suddenly flung forward, and the wind blades in his hands swept towards Ye Chen like a raging storm.

"Get out of the way, that's the Yellow Rank Intermediate Martial Skill Wind Breaking Slash!" Ye Muwan's face turned pale, and her beautiful eyes were full of urgency, and she couldn't help but exclaim.

Around the magnificent martial platform, those elders of the Ye family regretted one after another, shook their heads and shouted softly, as if they had guessed the ending the moment the wind blade shot out.

A sharp explosion suddenly sounded, and the wind blade blasted over like rain, and the brilliant pale cyan light instantly enveloped Ye Chen's whole body, cutting off all the way.

His eyes were slightly raised, and he exhaled lightly, and his eyes instantly became sharp.

Looking at the wind blade with a calm face, Ye Chen raised his palm unhurriedly, and his slightly curled palm opened violently.

The invisible energy shot out with the fist wind, his feet kicked slightly, and the figure shot out, his palm broke through the wind blade, and pressed towards Ye Ziming, and the murderous aura was undoubtedly revealed.

The cold murderous aura swept over like a cold wind, Ye Ziming sneered a few times, Ye Chen broke the wind blade to his surprise, several wind blades extended from the palm of his hand again, and waved forward frantically, blocking Ye Chen's figure, almost at this moment, Ye Ziming's body retreated a few steps backwards.

Seeing that Ye Chen's figure was still approaching unhurriedly, Ye Ziming's face was happy, but in an instant, he couldn't help revealing a trace of shock, the surrounding air rippled, and the invisible energy shot towards Ye Ziming's chest like a torrent, and the huge force instantly made Ye Ziming's face pale.

The wind blade broke, and Ye Chen's figure slowly appeared in everyone's sight, and the black robe was the same as just now, not moving at all!

The deathly silence, Ye Ziming's attack just now was probably not able to be taken even by an ordinary first-level seventh-layer martial artist, but Ye Chen took it so lightly.

Ye Wen looked at Ye Chen with strange eyes, that speed and explosive power were at least not what a Junior Martial Sixth-Layer Martial Artist should have.

"How is it possible!" His eyes flickered, and at this moment, an uneasiness spread in Ye Hao's heart, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Slowly took a step, looked at Ye Ziming with a slight mockery, and grinned: "Ye Ziming, you are very incompetent! The power of intermediate martial arts is so ridiculous!"

Slowly shaking his head, he took a few steps again, shook his long arm, pointed at Ye Ziming and sneered: "I am a little skeptical at the moment whether you are a peak martial artist of the eighth layer of the first martial arts!"

With a mocking tone and indifferent eyes, Ye Ziming roared a few times, and several terrifying wind blades extended out of his palms again, turning into streamers and shooting away.

However, the seemingly extremely powerful wind blade turned into ashes under Ye Chen's fingers at will, and Ye Chen's face was even more sarcastic, and he sighed helplessly: "What a girl, Ye Ziming, are you a man, can you have more strength, and can you adjust the accuracy, you are a fool, watch it and fight again!"

The words were sarcastic, Ye Ziming's face turned red, his feet kicked suddenly, his hands turned into claws, and the terrifying true qi flowed in his fingertips, turning into a phantom and rushing towards Ye Chen, who was sneering at the corner of his mouth, moving quickly to constantly rub against the air, making a sharp explosion.

"Flying Eagle Claw!" The loud shout exploded above the martial platform like thunder, Ye Hao looked at Ye Ziming's figure that shot out wildly, and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

The power of the Flying Eagle Claw was not to be underestimated even by an ordinary Primordial Martial Artist of the Ninth Layer, not to mention the weak Primal Martial Sixth-Layer Martial Artist in front of him.

At this moment, Ye Hao seemed to see the scene of Ye Chen's blood spilling on Wutai, thinking of this, Ye Hao couldn't help but chuckle.

However, the smile on Ye Hao's face turned into a look of horror, and in his shocked eyes, Ye Chen's right foot kicked out like lightning, and the sharp explosion continued.

And that kick happened to hit Ye Ziming's chest, and his body seemed to be smashed by a heavy hammer, like a kite with a broken string falling backwards weakly.

At the moment when Ye Ziming's toes were about to touch the ground, Ye Chen's figure shot out in vain, his clenched right hand slowly loosened, turned his fist into a palm, and his five fingers held Ye Ziming's reddened neck like a finger gun, and in Ye Ziming's shocked eyes, the strength of his hand continued to increase, and he slowly lifted Ye Ziming.

Turning around slowly, Ye Chen indifferently looked at Ye Hao, who was full of horror outside the martial platform, and then his eyes fell on Ye Ziming, and a calm voice resounded on this martial platform that was as silent as death: "You lost!"