King of Gods

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

This move immediately caused dissatisfaction among the place spectators.

Some areas are even more buzzing.

Many people can see that the arena official is not able to stand up and wants to delay the time to plan to deal with Zhao Feng.

"It’s not the captain." Li Yunya was amazed.

Arena, corner.

"A winning streak of 30 games, each time is a defeat to the enemy. If it is not the official stop of the arena, he hit a five- to six-game winning streak in one breath, it is also possible."

The night feathers are somewhat lost.

Directly hit the official suspension, even if he was the previous one, there is no such ability.

"Then tomorrow."

Zhao Feng’s figure 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 "Yongfeng Dianzhu".

The owner of the Yongfeng Temple is the highest person in the whole field. As a half-step king, his gaze contains a strong will, and the gods are unpredictable.

Zhao Feng did not deliberately avoid it, and touched the eyes of the Emperor Yongding.

boom

Faced with the gaze of the Lord of the Immaculate Conception, Zhao Feng’s soul level suddenly trembled, and there was a illusion of rebellion against the gods.

In the eyes of the eternal dynasty, there is a will, containing infinite power.

As if an idea, you can break the sky and turn around.

"After all, it is a half-step king, and some of the artistic powers of the king of the virtual gods, the soul almost surpasses the flesh, and is with the heavens and the earth."

Zhao Feng whispered in his heart.

Up to now, the divine power of the king of the virtual gods, he is only a glimpse into the tip of the iceberg.

"The soul of this kid is also surprisingly powerful."

The owner of the Yongfeng Temple snorted.

Among the spectators at the scene, the level of Zhao Feng’s lord and Zhao Feng’s level is the closest to reality.

For the challenges of the 100-game winning streak tomorrow, the Emperor of Yongfeng could not help but have a little interest.

That night.

Zhao Feng returned to the inn, retreat and retreat.

Today's battle has given him a new understanding of the vitality of life and the strength of the body.

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

The second day.

In the virtual sea arena, the voice is full of enthusiasm.

Compared with yesterday, the number of strong people who came to watch the game today is twice as many.

Regarding Zhao Feng’s breath, the story of the second win of 30 games has already spread in the Hall of the False Sea.

"Opening the village"

The arena official, there are special people, set up a gambling bureau.

The gambling game, for Zhao Feng's winning streak, is divided into sixty-game winning streak, seventy-game winning streak, eighty-game winning streak, ninety-game winning streak, and one hundred winning streak.

Among them, one hundred winning streaks have the highest odds, one to thirty.

In other words, as long as Zhao Feng wins a hundred-game winning streak, he can have a profit of thirty times.

just.

A hundred-game winning streak, no one has done it in the last hundred years.

The arena official is also an unscrupulous means to hinder the birth of a hundred-game winning streak.

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

Among them, there are more people who have won sixty-seven consecutive victories and seventy-game winning streak.

However, if Zhao Feng wins more consecutive victories, such as eighty-game winning streak, those who are in a six-game winning streak and seventy-game winning streak will lose money.

"I am betting myself, a million top grade spar."

A faint voice came from behind the crowd.

One million top grade spar

Some people who made a bet in the place, stayed a little.

One million top grade spar, this is not a small number, you can almost buy a handicraft.

To know.

A piece of top grade spar can be exchanged for 10,000 ordinary metamorphites instead of the inferior products of the field.

One million top grade spar, quite a billion ordinary grit

hiss

Even the official opening of the village, were shocked.

Everyone took a closer look, and the person who bet was the Zhao Feng of the party.

Li Yunya smiled and was also on Zhao Feng, and tens of thousands of top grade spar.

"Humph"

The old man's face was smeared with a hint of ridicule.

"Zhao Feng Zhao Feng Zhao..."

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

The corner of the arena.

In the eyes of the night, there is a hint of coldness, and attention will be paid to it.

"The hundred-game winning streak, the thirty-first game."

The referee announced.

The thirty-first.

The opponent is a white man in the late stage of Xiao Dan Yuan Jing.

"Fast, today, the first game, I sent Xiao Dan Yuanjing later."

Many people whispered.

Some people who bet on it became cautious.

"Zhao Feng, meet me Jiang Zile, you don't want to win easily."

The white man’s mouth twitched and smirked.

嗡唔

The white man swayed with one hand and floated an ancient blue iron book in front of him, bursting with a hint of shimmer.

唰

On his other hand, a green brush appeared.

"It is a music student"

"It turned out to be Tianle Shusheng' Jiang Zile, this person 20 years ago, but the group of the group, the top three geniuses, from the two-star bulk ‘Tianlebao,...’

In the arena, some people lost their voices and recognized the origins of white men.

"interesting."

Zhao Feng could not help but reveal a little interest.

The vastness of the Sanctuary, the martial arts, there are countless, and more are annihilated in the long river of history.

The books and pens in the hands of Jiang Zile are also the descendants of the order.

"broken"

Zhao Feng's figure swayed, and it flashed to the front of Jiang Zile. It was like a wild beast, and a punch burst out, revealing a faint scent.

"Hurry up this breath..."

Jiang Zile felt a horrible atmosphere of oppressing the blood.

"Nine Characters Iron Book"

Jiang Zile did not panic, and the ancient blue iron book in his hand was unfolding in front of him. A layer of quaint and vicissitudes of blue light pages, blooming Baizhang Caixia, emerged a mysterious text that was difficult to understand.

Bang

Zhao Feng hit a fist, the blue light page, showing a few cracks, but the mysterious words on the beat, exudes a sense of arrogance, like a river, quickly repairing the cyan page.

"Drawing the ground for prison"

Jiang Zile's body shape exited a few steps, the green brush in his hand, a stroke, a line of blue gold, outlined in the void.

Ok?

Zhao Feng changed his face and found that the imaginary blue gold dotted lines were combined into a golden sacred dungeon to bind themselves.

“It’s not a music student”

Outside the arena, some strong people can't help but cheer.

Seeing that the Tianjin prison formed by the blue gold light is like a physical iron prison, constantly compressing the place where Zhao Feng stood.

"It's very interesting... but it's over."

Zhao Feng's face was slightly sunk, and suddenly he raised his hand and condensed a purple electric wind. He was pure and fierce, and a purple texture claw of a quaint texture was condensed in the fluorescent light.

Purple Wind Thunder

The purple light claws, only a few feet in size, but condensed as essence, a thunderous sound.

嘭咔嚓

It seems to destroy the claws of the Thunder Dragon, cut through the void, and the atmosphere of all things is destroyed, and the soul is shocked.

"Not good..."

Jiang Zile stunned his voice and saw his "painting of the ground as a prisoner". Like a paper paste, he was torn apart.

Bang

That destroys a dragon-like claw, and flies out of the water.

thump

When landing, Jiang Zile’s body is full of black smoke. The original white wins the snow, like a human coke.

Thirty-first consecutive game

Zhao Feng’s first game today, the first battle was successful.

The venue was a warm cheer, and Zhao Feng’s combat power was as strong as ever.

"Even this Jiang Zile, who is known as the offensive and defensive Xiao Dan Yuan Jing, has lost so."

The old man, slightly eclipsed.

In the first battle today, he sent Jiang Zile to fight, and he wanted to let Zhao Feng fall into a hard fight, at least not to be so relaxed.

however.

Zhao Feng’s strength is still stronger than expected.

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

Zhao Feng whispered.

His goal, but one breath, killed a hundred-game winning streak.

Subsequently.

Zhao Feng has ushered in some opponents, repairing at least in the middle of the Xiaodan Yuanjing, and the combat power is mostly the later stage of Xiaodan Yuanjing.

But these opponents, the strength is beyond the Jiang Zile.

Zhao Feng will speed up and attack further, and every flash attack can easily defeat the general Xiaodan Yuanjing later.

啪

嘭嘭

On the competitive stage, one by one, they were defeated by Zhao Feng.

Sometimes, in order to save time, Zhao Feng simply hit a few.

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

Not an hour.

Zhao Feng completed a 50-game winning streak

In other words, the hundred-game winning streak, he finished half.

The spectators on the field were stunned and engrossed.

Even more amazing is.

Zhao Feng has been fighting until now, and the real yuan has not consumed much.

His attack, mainly the use of speed, the outbreak of physical strength, running a little real yuan, a trick to win.

Especially the speed body method.

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

"Sixty-game winning streak"

The spectators on the field, the eyes are not stunned, the fear is a little lost, miss a battle.

because.

Zhao Feng solves the speed of the battle, it is too fast.

After sixty-game winning streak, Zhao Feng’s opponents are getting stronger and stronger.

Later, half of the opponents were repaired as the late stage of Xiao Dan Yuan Jing.

A few of these opponents can be compared with the ancestral halllord and Li Yunya.

These powerful opponents in the arena are all domains, and even some of the second-generation sects of the same generation.

The strange blood and abilities, the endless secrets, are extremely difficult to cope with.

Fortunately.

Zhao Feng's body and strength source absorbs the dreams of the ancient times. Every attack, like a wild monster, has a strong suppression of many blood.

This kind of suppression effect can even compare Jiang Fan, who has the blood of the "Taiwan Wanbangbang".

"Seventh game"

The referee spit a sigh and announced again.

"Zhao Feng, your opponent is me."

An elegant man as dark as night, appeared on the arena.

Night feather

There was a horror on the field.

This time, the opponent is actually a challenger who plays a hundred-game winning streak.

"Day and night as a challenge loser, I definitely don't want a nameless person to win a hundred-game winning streak behind him."

The old man secretly sneered.

"Start"

The referee just announced that the night Mo Yu immediately shot.

Observing the battle ahead, Zhao Feng is lightning-fast to defeat the enemy, and the night feathers do not want to fall into the passive.

"Night Sky Night"

The night feathers disappeared and disappeared into the dark night.

In the night, Zhao Feng’s sense of sight was greatly limited, and it was difficult to clearly capture the traces of the night feathers.

The night of the sky is the field of the power of the night.

Before that, no one can really crack the **** secrets of the night feathers; if it is not because of the wheel battle, the blood is really short, he will not lose.