Chapter: 2369
"The law of hell, this Yang Yan is just a small casual cultivator, but he can comprehend such a powerful law?"
The moment Yang Yan released Hell, he immediately attracted the attention of countless power masters around Jiuyou Tiantai.
Even below the seventh arena, those fighters who were close were even affected by the law of hell. Some people who were not determined shouted directly, but fortunately they were stopped by the fighters next to them.
"This Yang Yan's strength is still higher than that of Zheng Tang and Wu Lan. I'm afraid he can make Wen Zhuo a little bit more embarrassed."
Cao Rong quietly hovered on the edge of the ring, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Although Yang Yan's rules are very special, he still doesn't think that Yang Yan will win, but it will only hinder Zhuowen to a certain extent.
"break!"
An indifferent voice sounded around the arena, and then all the barriers formed by the laws of hell were shattered.
Pooh!
Yang Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, and almost retreated to the edge of the ring, with a wry smile on his lips.
The black mist gradually dissipated, and a figure like a pine and cypress stood proudly. His eyes fell on Yang Yan, and he said lightly: "Do you still need to fight?"
Hearing this, Yang Yan's wry smile became more intense, and he said in a low voice, "You won."
After finishing speaking, he jumped down, and his performance was extremely straightforward.
"This Yang Yan is not bad. His will is as firm as a stone. If he does not fall and becomes holy by the laws of hell, he must not be an ordinary saint." Xiao Hei's voice gradually sounded.
Zhuo Wen nodded, this Yang Yan is really good, if there is a chance, he would be willing to draw this Yang Yan to the Long family.
However, he is not in a hurry. With Yang Yan's points, it is no problem to enter the top 100 in the second level.
And from the confrontation just now, Zhuo Wen could also tell that this Yang Yan was a proud guy.
If the conditions for wooing are directly raised, the latter will definitely refuse. This kind of thing must depend on the timing.
In the ninety-seventh game, Zhuo Wen met Shi Yi, the Killing League.
Shi Yi was extremely cautious. With his killer instinct, he could feel the hidden killing intent in Zhuo Wen's eyes.
So before Cao Rong announced, he resolutely abstained and did not intend to fight Zhuo Wen at all.
After all, the second stage of the arena adopts a point system, and losing a few games will not prevent you from entering the third stage.
In the ninety-eighth and ninety-ninth games, Zhuo Wen met soy sauce characters, and it was very easy to advance.
"No. 15 Wenzhuo vs. No. 7 Shui Zhe."
Cao Rong announced again, and then everyone in the seventh arena fell into silence.
Everyone's eyes fell on Zhuo Wen and Shui Zhe in unison.
Shui Zhe, the first genius in the Altar of Immortality in the Netherworld of Death, has reached semi-holy cultivation, and the law he comprehended is an extremely rare law of death.
Wen Zhuo, the dark horse that suddenly emerged in the seventh arena, passed through the first round and climbed steadily. He even killed Wu Lan and Zheng Tang, the invincible emperors, with a single punch. His cultivation base is undoubtedly semi-holy.
And both of them also maintain the record of consecutive victories, and now they meet, they are competing for the place of a hundred consecutive victories.
Before, many people in the arena compared the two, and the conclusions they reached were hard to say, hard to say who would win and who would lose.
"Come on!"
Shui Zhe jumped up and stood in the center of the ring, looking down on Zhuo Wen with provocative eyes, aloof.
"You don't seem qualified to look down on me, do you?"
Zhuo Wen smiled faintly, jumped into the place not far from Shui Zhe, his eyes were extremely calm.
"What is the origin of this Wenzhuo? The strength is so powerful."
On the square platform where the undead altar is located, the undead old monster squinted his eyes.
Shui Zhe is the number one genius at the Immortal Altar, so the undead old monster's attention to the seventh ring is extremely meticulous.
Originally, in the opinion of the undead monster, it should not be any surprise that Shui Zhe won a hundred consecutive victories, but the sudden emergence of Wen Zhuo made the undead monster feel a little threatened.
His cultivation base is also semi-holy, and he can kill the invincible emperor with one punch. His strength is infinitely close to that of Shui Zhe. It can be said that this Wen Zhuo is definitely Shui Zhe's biggest opponent this time.
"Master Undead, don't worry, all the abilities of Shui Zhe are inherited from you, Undead Monster." JrNovels.com
The moment Yang Yan released Hell, he immediately attracted the attention of countless power masters around Jiuyou Tiantai.
Even below the seventh arena, those fighters who were close were even affected by the law of hell. Some people who were not determined shouted directly, but fortunately they were stopped by the fighters next to them.
"This Yang Yan's strength is still higher than that of Zheng Tang and Wu Lan. I'm afraid he can make Wen Zhuo a little bit more embarrassed."
Cao Rong quietly hovered on the edge of the ring, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Although Yang Yan's rules are very special, he still doesn't think that Yang Yan will win, but it will only hinder Zhuowen to a certain extent.
"break!"
An indifferent voice sounded around the arena, and then all the barriers formed by the laws of hell were shattered.
Pooh!
Yang Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, and almost retreated to the edge of the ring, with a wry smile on his lips.
The black mist gradually dissipated, and a figure like a pine and cypress stood proudly. His eyes fell on Yang Yan, and he said lightly: "Do you still need to fight?"
Hearing this, Yang Yan's wry smile became more intense, and he said in a low voice, "You won."
After finishing speaking, he jumped down, and his performance was extremely straightforward.
"This Yang Yan is not bad. His will is as firm as a stone. If he does not fall and becomes holy by the laws of hell, he must not be an ordinary saint." Xiao Hei's voice gradually sounded.
Zhuo Wen nodded, this Yang Yan is really good, if there is a chance, he would be willing to draw this Yang Yan to the Long family.
However, he is not in a hurry. With Yang Yan's points, it is no problem to enter the top 100 in the second level.
And from the confrontation just now, Zhuo Wen could also tell that this Yang Yan was a proud guy.
If the conditions for wooing are directly raised, the latter will definitely refuse. This kind of thing must depend on the timing.
In the ninety-seventh game, Zhuo Wen met Shi Yi, the Killing League.
Shi Yi was extremely cautious. With his killer instinct, he could feel the hidden killing intent in Zhuo Wen's eyes.
So before Cao Rong announced, he resolutely abstained and did not intend to fight Zhuo Wen at all.
After all, the second stage of the arena adopts a point system, and losing a few games will not prevent you from entering the third stage.
In the ninety-eighth and ninety-ninth games, Zhuo Wen met soy sauce characters, and it was very easy to advance.
"No. 15 Wenzhuo vs. No. 7 Shui Zhe."
Cao Rong announced again, and then everyone in the seventh arena fell into silence.
Everyone's eyes fell on Zhuo Wen and Shui Zhe in unison.
Shui Zhe, the first genius in the Altar of Immortality in the Netherworld of Death, has reached semi-holy cultivation, and the law he comprehended is an extremely rare law of death.
Wen Zhuo, the dark horse that suddenly emerged in the seventh arena, passed through the first round and climbed steadily. He even killed Wu Lan and Zheng Tang, the invincible emperors, with a single punch. His cultivation base is undoubtedly semi-holy.
And both of them also maintain the record of consecutive victories, and now they meet, they are competing for the place of a hundred consecutive victories.
Before, many people in the arena compared the two, and the conclusions they reached were hard to say, hard to say who would win and who would lose.
"Come on!"
Shui Zhe jumped up and stood in the center of the ring, looking down on Zhuo Wen with provocative eyes, aloof.
"You don't seem qualified to look down on me, do you?"
Zhuo Wen smiled faintly, jumped into the place not far from Shui Zhe, his eyes were extremely calm.
"What is the origin of this Wenzhuo? The strength is so powerful."
On the square platform where the undead altar is located, the undead old monster squinted his eyes.
Shui Zhe is the number one genius at the Immortal Altar, so the undead old monster's attention to the seventh ring is extremely meticulous.
Originally, in the opinion of the undead monster, it should not be any surprise that Shui Zhe won a hundred consecutive victories, but the sudden emergence of Wen Zhuo made the undead monster feel a little threatened.
His cultivation base is also semi-holy, and he can kill the invincible emperor with one punch. His strength is infinitely close to that of Shui Zhe. It can be said that this Wen Zhuo is definitely Shui Zhe's biggest opponent this time.
"Master Undead, don't worry, all the abilities of Shui Zhe are inherited from you, Undead Monster." JrNovels.com
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