After talking about this, the two people's eyes returned to the field again.
After being dull for a long time, the situation on the martial arts stage finally changed.
I saw that after Lei Xinghe and Ye Song had a seemingly ordinary duel, they suddenly stopped in their steps while they were moving away from each other.
Then the giant-like figure turned around nimbly at an unreasonable speed, and the glove in his hand burst out with bright purple thunder. Amid the exclamations of the audience, it silently struck Ye Song's back.
Ye Song jumped in the air, maintaining his forward posture, and suddenly felt a numbness in his back. When he heard the audience's voices, he thought something was wrong in his heart, and his body subconsciously fell to the ground.
However, Lei Xinghe anticipated his move, and Purple Thunder turned a corner in mid-air in advance, still locking his back tightly.
The speed of the thunder was extremely fast, and it directly bombarded Ye Song without giving Ye Song a second chance to adjust his body shape.
boom!
Zhila!
Ye Song was caught off guard and felt his body go numb and his limbs instantly became limp. He cried out inwardly and fell to the ground.
When Lei Xinghe saw that he had succeeded with one blow, he was willing to let go of this good opportunity. When his burly figure touched the ground, he suddenly exerted force on his toes and shot his whole body towards Ye Song like a cannonball.
The onlookers held their breath involuntarily when they saw this scene.
Those monks who had bet on Lei Xinghe to win had expectations in their eyes.
The monk who had bet on Ye Song to win had a nervous expression on his face.
Han Yun, who was also standing at a high place outside the venue at this moment, saw this scene, the smile on his face disappeared, and the fingers hidden in his sleeves clenched unconsciously.
On the martial arts stage.
Ye Song's falling figure hit the ground, and the huge impact made him groan.
He heard the howling of the wind behind him, and without caring about anything else, he bit the tip of his tongue, managed to use up some strength, and staggered to the side.
boom!
Lei Xinghe's purple gold glove barely brushed past Ye Song's scalp and hit the black ground with a loud bang, leaving a white mark.
If it weren't for the protection of the formation, it would probably be a big pit on the martial arts stage right now.
Seeing Ye Song dodge the blow, a burst of boos erupted from the scene.
The monks who had bet on Lei Xinghe to win shook their heads and sighed.
The monk who bet on Ye Song to win let out a long sigh of relief.
Seeing this, Han Yun's eyes relaxed slightly.
After Ye Song dodged this attack, he roared angrily, forcibly summoned up his physical strength and spiritual power, expelled the purple thunder that had paralyzed his limbs, and regained control of his body.
He jumped up from the ground, snorted softly, and the spear in his hand was instantly shrouded in bloody mist.
"Blood Dragon Roar!"
As a low roar burst out from Ye Song's throat, the spear shrouded in blood mist in his hand let out a low dragon roar. While spinning at high speed, it aimed at the nine-foot-old man's waist at a weird angle. The thorn goes away.
Lei Xinghe's charged blow failed to hit his opponent and instead hit the ground. At this moment, he had no time to turn around and could only subconsciously use the purple gold gloves of both hands to protect his waist.
boom!
With a shocking roar, the little giant's body spun and flew out.
In an instant, the situation on the field reversed.
It’s a long story, but it actually happened in a flash of lightning.
There were even many monks on the field who were betting on Lei Xinghe to win. At this time, the smiles froze on their faces before they had time to stop.
After Ye Song knocked Lei Xinghe away, although he stood firmly on the spot, his face turned slightly pale.
He looked at Lei Xinghe who was smashed on the ground on the other side of the martial arts stage. He felt that his right hand holding the gun was numb, and he sighed secretly in his heart.
It is worthy of being a body that has been tempered by the Nine Heavens Thunder. Its toughness is comparable to the materials for refining weapons.
Although his move seemed extremely fierce, he actually secretly withdrew some strength and could only break through the opponent's defense.
After all, my goal today is not to win.
The damage caused by this blow is naturally not much higher.
Naturally, the crowd watching could not know Ye Song's inner thoughts.
They only saw Lei Xinghe being poked away by Ye Song and falling heavily to the other side of the martial arts stage.
Seeing this scene, the people who were betting on Ye Song to win suddenly cheered.
On the other hand, the monks who had bet on Lei Xinghe to win began to frown.
Seeing this scene, Han Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and a gentle smile reappeared on his face.
Although he is a Crystal Realm monk, there is an invisible formation barrier between the Tai Chi-shaped martial arts platform and where he stands.
Han Yun's spiritual sense could not penetrate in, so he could not detect the specific situation of Lei Xinghe who fell on the ground.
At this time, he could only judge the situation on the field purely with his eyes, just like the monks in the Qi Refining Realm and Foundation Establishment Realm around him.
And just looking at the surface, there is no doubt that Ye Song has a huge advantage.
But as the saying goes, seeing is not necessarily believing.
After Lei Xinghe groaned, he stood up unsteadily again.
Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, but the expression on his face was a smile.
"Yesong, is this all your ability?"
The big man raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sneered and said mockingly:
"I think back then, when your teacher, Senior Red Demon Master, was young, with the help of a Red Demon Spear and the Shura Xuan Gong he practiced, he swept away the entire younger generation of Lingxin Valley and couldn't hold their heads up."
"If I hadn't met Valley Master Lin who was equally astonishing and talented and had gone to a Taoist temple to practice, I'm afraid he would be the one sitting on the throne of Valley Master now."
"After all, you Ye Song is also the one who got the true inheritance from his old man. I didn't expect that the moves he performed were so weak and weak."
Lei Xinghe sneered while speaking, the contempt in his eyes undisguised.
The onlookers outside the stadium were stunned and silent when they saw this scene.
Han Yun's fingers hidden in his sleeves clenched again.
But he wasn't too panicked.
After all, the trump card he gave Ye Song could explode with power comparable to the crystallization realm.
And between these two realms, there is an almost insurmountable chasm.
Thinking of this, his eyes flickered a few times and his mind gradually calmed down.
On the other side, Jiang Fan saw the scene and shook his head with a smile.
He whispered to the girl in green beside him:
"Senior sister, I didn't expect that Ye Song, who seems to be upright, has some acting talent..."
When the girl heard Jiang Fan's words, a smile appeared in her faint green eyes.
"Actually, I'm quite surprised. It seems that the incident involving his Taoist companion Su Yi stimulated him in an extraordinary way."
When Jiang Fan heard this, he thought about it from Ye Song's point of view for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said:
"This Han Yun is really nothing!"
He raised his head and looked through the crowd of onlookers to Han Yun, who was standing on the other side of the martial arts stage.
Han Yun was watching the two people in the field intently, and suddenly felt something in his heart.
When he raised his eyes, he saw the strange monk next to Sikong Yueling who had humiliated him before, staring at him with vicious eyes.
Sensing the malice in the other person's eyes, Han Yun twitched the corners of his mouth.
He lowered his head, a trace of resentment flashing in his eyes.
"I'll let you be arrogant for a while. I can't wait to see your expression like a dead dog after the result of this fight comes out..."
