Emperor of Taikoo

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom ..."

Almost at the same time that the voice of the elders had just fallen, extremely powerful force fluctuations suddenly broke out on several platforms. In a flash, nearly a hundred disciples were blasted out and fell into the ring.

The fourth ring, the same is true, with several weak disciples, spit blood with a strong momentum.

The fighting fluctuations of dozens of people are extremely terrifying, Yuanli forces collide arbitrarily, and offensives are everywhere.

In this kind of melee, even Ningyuan Nine Heavy Martial Artists, an inattentive one, will end up drinking and hating.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a burly young man broke out with great majesty on the fourth ring, holding a black iron stick, and swept across the eight wastelands with a single blow, and directly swept the three disciples around him from the ring.

A strong shot suddenly shocked everyone.

This scene is naturally seen by many elders on the VIP stage.

"Elder Li, your grandchildren are really magnificent, I think, even if you break into the top ten," said an elder.

"Haha, where and where ..." The old man called Elder Li waved his hands again and again.

However, although he said so verbally, his face was already smiling.

"what"

At this moment, an elder whispered and laughed: "That little guy is also very interesting."

Numerous elders have also cast their eyes in the past.

On the ring, two disciples with short eyes rushed towards the landing dust at the same time, but at the next moment, they saw Lu Chen raising his hand, and took two palms forward casually. It looked like he was driving away flies. Lazy and casual.

With only two bangs, the two disciples came and went faster and spit out blood.

"Well, it's really good. Xiuwei also arrived at Ningyuan Jiuzhong, and maybe there is hope to enter the second round." The elder Li felt his beard, and commented in a decent way.

The rest of the elders nodded and agreed with Elder Li.

On the ring, several disciples who were originally close to Lu Chen, after seeing Lu Chen flying easily to the two disciples, their expressions also changed, and their steps moved gradually away from Lu Chen.

For a time, within three meters of Lu Chen's side, no one dared to approach.

Lu Chen is also happy and relaxed, and does not take the initiative to stand. He stands there quietly, leisurely, and is incompatible with the tense atmosphere on the ring.

With the passage of time, the fighting became more intense, from the beginning of the forty to fifty people to thirty or forty people, then to twenty or thirty people, a dozen people, and finally there were only fewer than ten people left.

"Boom!"

A disciple was slammed on the chest by the burly young man, his shirt burst, his mouth vomited blood, and the whole person flew out tragically.

"There are seven more people!" The young burly young man exhaled and stood on a stick, saying: "Four people need to go down."

By the time he said this, his figure had already moved, and at the same time a stick came out following the sweep.

With the sound of "Bang", a warrior of Ningyuan Bazhong Peak couldn't avoid it, and was blasted out of the ring.

The burly young man stood alone in the center of the ring, and the remaining four people, including Lu Chen, all guarded the corner of the ring.

Suddenly, the burly boy pointed at two of them and said, "There are three more people, you, and you, just Ningyuan Bazhong, go on!"

The two disciples who were accused were unwilling to look, but after seeing the strength of the burly youth, they did not dare to resist. They immediately gritted their teeth and turned and jumped off the ring.

"One more person is needed!" Said the burly young man in a controlled tone.

The voice fell, and the other two disciples of Ningyuan Jiuzhong were obviously nervous.

"You, go on!"

What made the two disciples relieved was that the burly young man swept around and finally pointed at Lu Chen with a stick.

At this time, the remaining nine competitions on the ring have ended one after another, and nearly 10,000 eyes on the Budo Plaza have also turned to the fourth ring.

Lu Chen raised his eyebrows and looked up at the burly young man. He asked indifferently, "Are you sure you want me to go down?"

Lu Chen's voice is not loud, but all the people present are martial artists, and his hearing is far superior to ordinary people. Lu Chen ’s words fell into the ears of everyone.

Suddenly, a lot of commotion broke out on the viewing platform!

The strength of a burly young man is obvious to all, and his combat strength is unmatched. Not surprisingly, in this weak fourth platform, it is the first strong.

Although Lu Chen is also Ningyuan Jiuzhong, the combat power he has shown so far is obviously weaker than that of the burly youth!

"Hey, don't you want to take the initiative?" The burly young man looked cold, and said in a deep voice: "Well, then I will send you down."

"I wait for you to send me down."

Lu Chen replied calmly.

"Humph! Find death!"

The burly young man's eyes flashed with anger, and the black iron cudgel in his hand flooded with a layer of powerful force. The next moment, he stepped out and stormed out.

"Buzz!"

The black iron cudgel buzzed, and with the momentum of splitting the mountain, pressed against the landing dust cover.

"Oh, I thought the little guy could enter the second round, but now it looks like a pity." Elder Li sighed pretendingly, looking at that look, he seemed to feel sorry for Lu Chen.

In the auditorium, some outside disciples also stared at the fourth ring without blinking. The battle between Ningyuan and Jiuzhong was rare.

Among the crowd, Fang Hao, who was beaten with a swollen nose and blue face, also had a touch of worry in his eyes. The powerful strength of a burly young man, he looked at it.

"Relax, Brother Lu Chen is not so easy to lose."

Chu Zhen is much calmer, although his contact time with Lu Chen is short, but he understands Lu Chen's power more than anyone!

Under the gaze of many eyes, Lu Chen looked calm, and he looked up slightly, with a trace of laziness in his dark pupil. Obviously, the attack of the burly young man could hardly mobilize his emotions.

"The first form of the magic elephant fist, the magic elephant rampages!"

A low voice spit out from Lu Chen's mouth, he did not hide, he raised his fist and shook it hard against the black iron rod.

"Really looking for death!" Seeing Lu Chen dare to take a stick with him, the burly young man sneered, and the force in his hand was not reduced at all, and he rushed down towards the landing dust.

"boom!"

In the laughter of the burly young man, the fist and the black iron rod were shaken together, and suddenly, a terrifying shock wave spread from the collision center.

"puff!"

At the same time, under the astonishment of tens of thousands of pairs, the body of the burly young man was shocked, his mouth spit blood and flew out, and he flew tens of meters in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Look at Lu Chen again, standing there motionless.

"It's so weak!" Lu Chen closed his fist and spit out lightly.

Really weak!

These two words were like a thunderbolt on the sunny day, bombarded in the brain of the burly young man, just stood up, just a mouthful of blood spewed out, and then passed out in shame and anger.

Not only the burly youth, but also the tens of thousands of audience around them looked at each other.

Is it really weak?

What's special, is the burly youth weak?

Are you obviously too strong?