Chapter 59 Gold and Silver Double Needle Martial Spirit

Meng Hao's body leaped into the air, his right hand and left index finger stretched out, like two big iron nails, stabbed into Li Yue's chest with speed like lightning.

Meng Xi's Martial Spirit is the Profound Fire Gold and Silver Needle. This attack is obviously a matching Martial Skill, and its power is definitely not low.

Facing Meng Hao's attack, Li Yue raised her fist and slammed it out.

boom!

Under the collision, the two bodies took a few steps back at the same time. After standing firm, when they looked up at each other, their eyes were solemn.

Meng Hao finally put away his contempt, and behind him, the golden and silver rays of light flashed, and the mysterious fire, gold and silver needles, the martial spirit rose into the air.

"Gold needle and silver armor break!"

Meng Hao let out a loud roar and attacked with both fists at the same time. The violent punches covered Liyue overwhelmingly, with astonishing momentum.

The attack was unsuccessful, Meng Hao did not hesitate to use a unique move, and the violent attack surged out like a tidal wave.

Li Yue's eyes flashed brightly, she squatted down halfway, her legs used her strength, she leaped into the air, her right leg was surrounded by green infuriating energy, and she slammed it with a violent whip.

"The python turns the sky!"

boom!

The fists and whip legs slammed together, and the infuriating qi burst out, and the strong wind whistled in the arena!

puff!

After Liyue fell to the ground, she slammed back and sprayed out a mist of blood in the sky. She swayed a few times and slowly fell down. A bloody wound was exposed on his right leg.

Not far away, Meng Hao stood proudly, looked at Li Yue who fell to the ground, raised his hand and patted the non-existent dust on his shoulders, and turned to face everyone again.

"This... how is this possible!?"

"Liyue, with such a strong natal Martial Spirit, still loses!"

"It seems that this year's new chief disciple belongs to Meng Hao!"

"Yeah, look at the ninth prince, he didn't plan to shoot at all!"

"…"

After everyone in the audience recovered from the shock, they gradually began to whisper.

Several disciples of Jiuyang Sect ran up to the stage and helped the injured Li Yue down. When they looked at Meng Hao, their eyes were full of anger.

Ye Wudao took two steps forward and shouted in a deep breath.

"Okay, since no one will take the stage to challenge again, then, I announce that the chief of this year's disciples' entrance examination is..."

"Wait..."

Just when Ye Wudao was about to pronounce Meng Hao's name, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

In the eyes of everyone looking at monsters, Chu Yan walked slowly towards the stage.

"Elder Ye, under Chu Yan, I want to challenge Meng Hao!"

Chu Yan said to Ye Wudao.

"You!? Hahaha..."

Ye Wudao laughed out loud, as if he had heard a big joke.

"Go down quickly, don't make trouble on purpose!"

Seeing Chu Yan's indifferent look, Ye Wudao's face sank and he shouted in a low voice.

"Strange? Isn't this round a challenge round? Can't I challenge?"

Chu Yan sneered.

"Chu Yan, don't you understand?"

Hearing Chu Yan's words, Meng Hao looked at Chu Yan disdainfully, and said, "You are just a trash holding a letter of recommendation!"

"However, I will definitely give you this opportunity to make you regret it, and make your life better than death!"

"Regret!? Life is better than death!?"

Chu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Meng Hao, and smiled.

"However, since you're determined to fight me, don't be like the fat guy at the beginning, just give a shit and want to leave!"

Meng Hao smiled and looked at Chu Yan, his face full of abuse.

"I understand what you mean. In this case, the two of us have made an agreement that when the battle begins, no one is allowed to admit defeat, only one side will fall!"

Chu Yan smiled.

Meng Hao heard the words, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he shouted heavily.

"Okay, that's it, come on!"

Meng Hao walked to the middle of the ring and looked at Chu Yan with a hideous smile on his face.

As long as Chu Yan doesn't admit defeat, wait a moment, he can let him experience the pain that life is worse than death, and avenge his dead brother-in-law.

Chu Yan walked slowly towards the middle of the ring, ignoring Meng Hao's cold and gloomy eyes. Instead, he turned to look at Yue'er who was under the stage with a worried face, smiled at her, and nodded.

"Is this Chu Yan crazy!"

"I think he's trying to get the limelight, it's just a matter of life!"

"That's right, how could a rubbish Gongsun Kang compare to Meng Hao? It's really a death sentence!"

"That Liyue made three moves under Meng Hao, I don't think he could hold up even one move!"

On and off the stage, everyone was not optimistic about Chu Yan, they just thought that he was trying to show off, and he couldn't be Meng Hao's opponent at all.

In the stands, Yue'er, Zong Tian, ​​and Mo Xiong were all worried. After all, Meng Hao's strength just now was too shocking, but they all believed that Chu Yan would definitely defeat Meng Hao.

Perhaps, Yue'er is the only one who firmly believes in Chu Yan.

On the ring, Meng Hao took out a copper stick from behind, shook it in his hand, and looked at Chu Yan with satisfaction.

Meng Hao had already thought about it, and he would use this copper rod to break the first bone on Chu Yan's body later, and watch him howling on the ground, in order to dispel the hatred in his heart.

On the other side, Chu Yan took off the long sword from his back and carried it behind him, and his aura slowly changed.

A pair of sharp-edged eyes, like sword light, pierced through the heart, and the air of the femoral spear radiated from the body.

The change of Chu Yan made Meng Hao slightly startled.

However, so what.

"die!"

Meng Hao shouted, the copper rod was raised high, and the dazzling golden light wrapped around it, instantly smashing towards Chu Yan.

Swish!

A dazzling energy burst out, and the air was shaking.

call out! call out! call out!

Chu Yan's wrist brought out a phantom, and the long sword was continuously pointed and drawn three times in a row.

bump! bump! bump!

The explosion sounded like hitting a mountain hammer three times.

"Break it for me!"

Meng Hao charged forward fiercely, and at the same time that the sword qi broke the copper rod's qi, he had already rushed ten steps before Chu Yan.

"The thousand gold and silver armor is broken!"

Swish!

The stick shadow, as bright as a star, tore through the void, made a buzzing vibrato, and the dazzling light made people unable to open their eyes.

"It's over!?"

Everyone was shocked. Meng Hao just used this move to seriously injure Liyue. Even Liyue couldn't take it. Chu Yan was even more impossible!

"Bright Sword Art!"

Chu Yan's eyes were bright, and his true energy was surging. He raised the long sword in his hand, and the sword light shot into the sky, and a sword was swung out.

boom!

The sword sticks collided, and the energy continued to burst. Chu Yan stood with the sword in his hand, swung his right foot back, and the energy swirled, making his robe screeching, his long hair flying, and his majestic figure standing still.

what! ?

He is still alive! ?

Everyone stared and opened their mouths wide, completely disbelieving the scene they saw.

That young man is still standing there!

"There are two times, no wonder you are not afraid of death!"

Meng Hao narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "However, it still doesn't change anything, take my trick!"

After he finished speaking, Meng Huo stepped on his feet and jumped up. He swung the copper rod in his hand violently, his true qi soared to the extreme, and he threw it heavily towards Yaoyan below.

"Jinshan Yinyue Slash!"

The copper rod swirled like a wheel, drawing a strange arc in mid-air, and under the high-speed rotation, a tornado was brought out, destroying the sky and destroying the earth.

"break!"

Facing the tornado of copper rods that turned violently, Chu Yan shouted violently, pressed the hilt of the sword, and brought out the shadow of the sword in the sky, like a meteor passing through the sky, the sword thundered, and the sharp sword light slashed towards the tornado. Like ten thousand rivers rushing to the sea.

puff! puff! puff!

The sword qi was like a dragon, and the tornado collapsed instantly.

Chu Yan's figure rushed, bringing out an afterimage, dashing through the broken wind curtain, and swung out a sword.

"Bright Sword Style!"

A line of mercury slashed out like lightning, as if to connect time and space, or as if to cut the heaven and the earth, stabbing straight at Meng Hao.

"what!?"

The trick was broken, Meng Hao's face flushed red, his whole body zhenqi concentrated on his fists, and he suddenly smashed towards the sword shadow that was stabbing.

laugh!

Quan Jin and Jian Ying flashed past, and the two stood apart while slowly turning to look at each other.

Meng Hao frowned fiercely and slowly looked down at the sleeve of his right robe.

The position of the cuff was cut by the sword energy, and the inner lining was exposed in a cut.

"Chu Yan, I'll give you a chance. If you admit defeat now, kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake, I can let you go!"

Meng Hao put his right hand behind his back, looked at Chu Yan with a smile, and chuckled lightly.

"Kowtow and admit your mistake!?" Chu Yan was startled, then sneered.

"Yes, this is your only chance!"

With a wave of Meng Hao's hand, he took a golden long knife from the attendant under the stage and held it in his hand.

Chu Yan's eyes were cold, and he said indifferently.

"Meng Hao, your strength is nothing more than that. Today, you will be defeated!"