Chapter Six Hundred and Thirteenth Invincible

The old man in clothing, on behalf of the official arena, announced the temporary end of the 100-game winning streak challenge.

This move immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the spectators at the venue.

In some areas, there was even more boos.

Many people could see that the arena officials were overwhelmed and wanted to delay time to plan against Zhao Feng.

"As expected of the captain." Li Yunya was amazed.

Arena, corner.

"Winning 30 games in a row is a one-shot defeat every time. If it wasn't for the official arena to stop him, it would be possible for him to win 50 or 60 consecutive games in one go."

Ye Moyu was a little lost.

Directly hit the official suspension, even the previous him, did not have this ability.

"Then tomorrow."

Zhao Feng swayed slightly and returned to Li Yunya's side.

Where the two passed, attracted the attention of many eyes in the arena.

Among them, Zhao Feng faintly felt the attention from the "Palace Master Yongfeng".

The Hall Master Yongfeng is the one with the highest cultivation level in the audience. As a half-step king, there is a strong will in his eyes, and his divine might is unfathomable.

Zhao Feng did not deliberately avoid it, and met the gaze of the Yongfeng Palace Master for a moment.

boom

Faced with the oppression of the Yongfeng Hall Master's gaze, Zhao Feng's soul level was suddenly shocked, and there was an illusion of ordinary people resisting the gods.

There is a will in the eyes of the Yongfeng Palace Master, which contains infinite power.

It seems that a single thought can shake the sky and turn the world around.

"After all, he is a half-step king. He possesses part of the artistic conception power of a False God realm king. His soul almost transcends the shackles of the physical body and is with the heaven and the earth."

Zhao Feng murmured in his heart.

Up to now, he has only spied the tip of the iceberg of the divine power of the False God Realm King.

"This kid's soul level is also surprisingly powerful.

"

Palace Master Yongfeng snorted lightly.

Among the spectators on the scene, the level of Zhao Feng estimated by the Yongfeng Hall Master was the closest to the truth.

For tomorrow's 100-game winning streak, Hall Master Yongfeng couldn't help but have a little interest.

That night.

Zhao Feng returned to the inn and retreated to rest.

Today's battle has given him a new understanding of his life physique and internal strength.

Throughout the night, he was adapting, comprehending, and even tapping into his own strength.

Day two.

In the virtual sea arena, the voices were full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm.

Compared with yesterday, the number of powerhouses who came to watch the battle today has doubled.

The story of Zhao Feng winning thirty games in seconds in one breath has already spread in the Void Sea Spirit Hall.

"Opened"

Officials of the arena, there are special people, to open the banker and set up gambling games.

The bet was divided into sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety, and one hundred winning streaks based on Zhao Feng's winning streak.

Among them, the odds of a hundred winning streaks are the highest, one to thirty.

In other words, as long as you bet on Zhao Feng to win a hundred consecutive victories, you can have thirty times the profit.

only.

One hundred consecutive victories, in the last hundred years, no one has completed it.

The arena official, but also unscrupulous, to hinder the birth of a hundred consecutive victories.

Therefore, very few people will bet on a 100-game winning streak.

Among them, there are many people who bet on 60-game winning streak and 70-game winning streak.

However, if Zhao Feng wins more winning streaks, such as 80 consecutive victories, those who bet on 60 consecutive victories and 70 consecutive victories will also lose money.

"I bet myself, one million high-grade Yuan spar."

A faint voice came from behind the crowd.

One million top-grade spar

Some of the betting people at the venue stayed for a while.

One million high-grade Yuan spar, this is not a small amount, it can almost buy a near-level divine weapon.

To know.

A high-grade Yuan spar can be exchanged for 10,000 ordinary Yuan spar, not the inferior Yuan spar in the domain.

One million top-grade yuan spar, equivalent to 10 billion ordinary yuan spar

hiss

Even the people who opened the official village were taken aback.

Everyone looked closely, and the person who made the bet was Zhao Feng of the party involved.

Li Yunya smiled and bet tens of thousands of high-grade Yuan spar on Zhao Feng.

"Humph"

There was a trace of mockery on the old man's face.

"Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng, Zhao..."

In an atmosphere of high enthusiasm, Zhao Feng boarded the arena.

A corner of the arena.

In Ye Moyu's eyes, there is a hint of coldness, and he pays close attention to it.

"Challenge of 100 consecutive victories, the 30th game."

The referee announced.

Thirty-one.

The opponent is a white-clothed man in the late stage of Xiaodan Yuanjing.

"So soon, in the first game today, we will dispatch the late stage of Xiaodan Yuanjing."

Many people whispered.

Some bettors have become cautious.

"Zhao Feng, when you meet me, Jiang Zile, don't think about winning easily."

The corner of the white clothed man's mouth evoked a faint smile.

hum

The man in white swiped with one hand, and an ancient cyan iron book floated in front of him, emitting a shimmer of colorful light.

swish

On his other hand, a green brush appeared.

"He is Tianle Scholar"

"It turned out to be Tianle scholar 'Jiang Zile, who twenty years ago was Feng Qunyu, the top three geniuses, from the two-star sect 'Tianlebao,...'"

In the arena, some people suddenly lost their voices and recognized the origin of the man in white.

"interesting."

Zhao Feng couldn't help showing a hint of interest.

In the vast Brahma universe, there are countless schools of practice, and more of them are annihilated in the long river of history.

The book and pen in Jiang Zile's hands were all low-grade soldiers.

"break"

Zhao Feng flickered and flashed in front of Jiang Zile, like a wild and ancient beast, punching out with a punch, faintly showing a lavender aura.

"So fast this breath..."

Jiang Zile felt a terrifying aura that was oppressing the true essence of qi and blood.

"Nine Characters Iron Book"

Jiang Zile was not panicking, the ancient cyan iron book in his hand suddenly unfolded in front of him, a layer of azure light pages of simple and vicissitudes of life, blooming a hundred feet of colorful clouds, and each obscure and incomprehensible text appeared.

Boom

Zhao Feng hit the cyan light page with a few cracks, but the mysterious words on it exuded a sense of righteousness, like a surging river, quickly repairing the cyan light page.

"Painting the ground as a prison"

Jiang Zile took a few steps back, and the green brush in his hand slowly made a stroke, a line of green and gold dotted lines, outlined in the void.

Um?

Zhao Feng's complexion changed, and he found that the emptiness of the azure-gold dotted lines formed a golden prison and bound himself in it.

"As expected of Tianle Scholar"

Outside the arena, some strong people couldn't help applauding.

Seeing that, the sky prison made of blue-gold light is like a solid iron prison, constantly compressing Zhao Feng's standing place.

"Interesting...but that's the end of it."

Zhao Feng's face sank slightly, and suddenly he raised his hand, condensing a trace of purple electric wind, pure and fierce, and a simple purple light claw with simple texture condensed in the fluorescent light.

Purple Wind Thunder Claw

The purple light claws, only a few feet in size, were condensed into reality, and there was a thunderous sound.

Bang Kacha

As if the claw of the destroying Thunder Dragon pierced through the void, an aura that shattered all things, blowing towards the face, dazzling the soul.

"Not good..."

Jiang Zile lost his voice in horror, seeing his "painting the ground as a prison", torn to pieces like a piece of paper.

bang

The claw that destroyed the thunder dragon smashed Jiang Zile into the air.

thump

When he landed, black smoke billowed from Jiang Zile's body, and the original white clothes beat the snow, like a human-shaped coke.

Thirty-first winning streak

Zhao Feng's first match today was a victory.

The venue was filled with enthusiastic cheers, and Zhao Feng's combat power was as strong as ever.

"Even this Jiang Zile, the leader of the Xiaodan Yuanjing who claims to be perfect in attack and defense, has lost so much."

The old man in clothes lost his color slightly.

In today's first battle, he sent Jiang Zile to fight, because he wanted Zhao Feng to fall into a hard battle, at least not win so easily.

However.

Zhao Feng's strength is still stronger than expected.

"In order to save real yuan, it is not advisable to fight for a long time."

Zhao Feng murmured.

His goal, but in one breath, kill a hundred consecutive victories.

Subsequently.

Zhao Feng ushered in some opponents one after another, whose cultivation base is at least the middle stage of Xiaodan Yuanjing, and his combat power is mostly at the late stage of Xiaodan Yuanjing.

But these opponents are no stronger than Jiang Zile.

Zhao Feng further improved his speed and attack, and with each flash attack, he could easily defeat the general Xiaodan Yuanjing late stage.

bang

bang bang

On the arena, the challengers were beaten and defeated by Zhao Feng.

Sometimes, in order to save time, Zhao Feng would simply hit several at a time.

Thirty-five consecutive victories...forty consecutive victories...forty-five consecutive victories

Not an hour passed.

Zhao Feng completes a 50-game winning streak

That is to say, the 100-game winning streak challenged him halfway through.

The spectators off the field were stunned and focused.

Even more amazing.

Zhao Feng has been fighting until now, and his true essence has not been consumed much.

His attack is mainly the use of speed, the explosion of ** power, running a little real energy, and winning with one move.

Especially in terms of speed.

So far, no opponent can compete with Zhao Feng in terms of speed.

"Sixty straight wins"

The spectators on the field were dizzying, fearing that they would lose their minds and miss a battle.

because.

The speed at which Zhao Feng resolved the battle was too fast

After 60 consecutive victories, Zhao Feng's opponents became stronger and stronger.

Later, half of the opponents were in the late stage of Xiaodan Yuanjing.

Among these opponents, a few can be compared with the Skull Hall Master and Li Yunya.

These powerful opponents in the arena are the same generation elites of various domains, and even some two-star sects.

All kinds of strange bloodline abilities and endless secret skills are extremely difficult to deal with.

Fortunately.

Zhao Feng's body and source of strength absorbed the immemorial aura of the dream realm, and every time he attacked, it was like an ancient beast, and it had a strong suppression on many bloodlines.

This suppressing effect can even be compared to Jiang Fan, who has the bloodline of the "Prince Ancient Ten Thousand Clan List".

"Seventieth"

The chief referee sighed and announced again.

"Zhao Feng, your opponent is me."

An elegant man as dark as night appeared on the stage.

Yemo Yu

There was a shock on the field.

The opponent this time turned out to be the challenger who had played a hundred consecutive victories, Ye Moyu.

"Hum Ye Moyu, as a challenge loser, definitely doesn't want an unknown person to win a hundred consecutive victories behind him."

The clothed old man sneered to himself.

"start"

As soon as the referee announced, Ye Moyu immediately shot.

Looking at the battle ahead, Zhao Feng repelled the enemy like lightning, Ye Moyu didn't want to be passive.

"Virtuous Night"

Ye Moyu's figure flickered and disappeared, blending into the dim night around him.

In that night, Zhao Feng's sight and senses were greatly restricted, and it was difficult to clearly capture Ye Moyu's trace.

Void Sky Night is the domain of Yemo Yu's bloodline power.

Before that, no one could truly crack Ye Moyu's bloodline secret technique; if it weren't for the depletion of bloodline true essence due to the wheel battle, he would not have been defeated.