Chapter 170

Boo, boo!

A scorched voice sounded slowly on the whole challenge arena, and soon a figure slowly stepped out of the dust.

As the figure slowly appeared, a hard to hide heat suddenly rose in the whole space, and the surrounding air suddenly boiled like steam.

Shua Shua!

All eyes looked at the black figure. When they saw the black figure, they all involuntarily took a breath of cold air, because they were shocked to find that the body of the figure was actually covered with strong black flame, and the sudden rise in the temperature of the air was obviously caused by this black inflammation.

"This is... Nirvana devil inflammation?" at the edge of the challenge arena, the spirit Ju, who had been indifferent, stared at the black inflammation on the figure, and couldn't help but move his look and muttered to himself.

"Are you... Zhuo Wen?" he stared at the figure wrapped in black inflammation in front of him. Ying Qianghua's eyes were slightly frozen and said in a sharp voice.

"Who else but Lao Tze, the demon of the dead, you played very well just now! Now it's time for me!" Zhuo Wen squeezed his fist slightly, and the black fire like Mars burst out immediately.

Ying Qianghua's face shook. Somehow, he could feel an extremely dangerous smell on Zhuo Wen at this time. Although the smell on Zhuo Wen is still only half the reality, it still gives Ying Qianghua an extremely dangerous feeling.

This feeling does not come from Zhuo Wen himself, but the strange black inflammation attached to Zhuo's style table.

"Although I don't know what the black inflammation on you is? I'm afraid you're far from winning me. Your fate is the same as that ancient heart in the end." Ying Qianghua quickly recovered his calm and sneered.

"Wait a minute, I'll fight so that even your mother doesn't know you, you dead demon!"

Zhuo Wen didn't want to talk nonsense with Ying Qianghua. The soles of his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, and endless black inflammation suddenly gushed out of his body, while the bluestone under his feet gradually melted into liquid under the terrible temperature of black inflammation.

Whoosh!

At this time, Zhuo Wen was like a meteor. His whole body was covered with black flame. He suddenly swept towards Ying Qianghua. Where he passed, countless black sparks burst out, like fireworks.

Hearing Zhuo Wen's insulting words, Ying Qianghua's face suddenly turned red. This sentence was really poisonous, and even his mother was scolded.

After hearing Zhuo Wen's curse, Ying xueluo on the high platform also had an extremely gloomy face, but his eyes looking at the nirvana devil inflammation on the body surface of the former were also full of some fear.

"This flame should be the kid's last card. It's really a strange boy. He not only has the identity of a second-class arcane master, but also can own this strange flame. Moreover, when he sees that Heiyan is not a mortal, the kid can use it freely. We all underestimate the kid!" Ying xueluo whispered coldly.

"I don't know if my brother can stop this guy's black inflammation. It seems that this guy's black inflammation is quite strange!" Ying Hualan, who had always looked calm, frowned slightly and said.

"Qiang Hua is not so easy to deal with. We'd better watch next!" Ying xueluo shook his head slightly and said gloomily.

"Damn kid, I must kill you!"

Ying Qianghua's eyes were red, and the fingertips of his hands immediately extended a foot long fingernails. Then his claws made a slight stroke in the void, and the vitality around him suddenly boiled up. Immediately, countless yuan strength blades burst out from his fingernails!

"Ten thousand claws take out the heart!"

A low roar burst out from Ying Qianghua's throat, and immediately condensed endless small air blades between his claws. These air blades are only the size of a fingernail.

A cold light burst out from his eyes, and immediately Ying Qianghua's claws pushed forward, so the countless air blades between his claws suddenly swept away towards Zhuo Wen.

At the moment when Ying Qianghua launched these small air blades, they suddenly expanded countless times, and turned into huge air blades as high as one person. Countless huge air blades turned into a rotating hurricane on the challenge arena.

The hurricane was full of huge air blades, wrapped with countless air blades. The hurricane swept straight towards Zhuo Wen, trying to swallow one of them.

Zhuo Wen snorted coldly, and his body speed increased instead of decreasing. In a way that seemed to be looking for death in the eyes of everyone, he rushed into the hurricane recklessly.

Boom!

However, to everyone's consternation, after Zhuo Wen rushed into the hurricane, a towering pillar of fire also rose into the sky, tearing the hurricane apart in an instant.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the hurricane tore apart, and a figure full of black inflammation swept out. Then, in everyone's frightened eyes, the figure suddenly lifted Ying Qianghua's collar with his right hand, and immediately threw his whole body on the hard stone platform of the challenge arena.

Boom!

Ying Qianghua, who had no resistance, was smashed into the ground by Zhuo Wen in a head down posture. Just listening to the roar, a huge pit with a depth of two meters suddenly appeared. What was funny was that Ying Qianghua's head was embedded in the ground, leaving only the lower part of his body on the stone platform, and his feet were constantly swinging, like a live fish on the chopping board.

It was only in the blink of an eye that Ying Qianghua released his breath blade and was immediately solved by Zhuo Wen. When everyone reacted, he was shocked to find that Ying Qianghua, who was still very strong just now, was inlaid head down into the ground in a somewhat humiliating way.

Looking at the swinging legs on the challenge arena, many people under the arena couldn't help laughing. However, after laughing, everyone looked at the black burning figure on the challenge arena, and suddenly became different.

They finally understand why teenagers can be so arrogant at the beginning, because teenagers themselves have arrogant capital.

"Ying Qianghua solved it so simply? Is it a little too fast?"

On the high platform, Gu Xin rubbed his eyes and looked at the swinging legs on the challenge arena. When he looked at the young figure standing quietly on the challenge arena, he knew what he saw was not an illusion.

"I didn't expect that the warrior who was half a step away from King Zhao's territory could be solved so easily?"

Slowly calmed down, Gu Xin looked at the youth on the challenge arena, and his eyes were full of complex colors.

He still remembers the battle between the city and the square six months ago. The young man in front of him was only ignored by him. At that time, he came to Shenshi square with his father Gu Yuetian and looked down at the young man in front of him.

But six months later, the strength of the youth has actually increased to such a terrible level. At this time, he can only look up to the youth he didn't see at the beginning!

Lingju looked at the young man in the challenge arena in surprise. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him would solve Ying Qianghua so neatly.

With a faint glance, not far away, he still swayed his legs carelessly, and lingju said faintly: "the city Lord's house wins this game!"

As soon as lingju said this, there was a burst of cheers on the high platform on the other side of Guyue sky. Almost everyone stood up and jumped with excitement. Zhuo Wen's victory undoubtedly brought back the face of Guxin's defeat just now.

"I really didn't read Zhuo Wen wrong. I didn't believe it when I heard that he killed Wang Yuanxing and Chen Sheng. Now it seems that it shouldn't be a lie." Gu Yuetian suddenly stood up and said excitedly.

The ancient moon beside him also stood up with him. His watery eyes were staring at the boy figure who attracted the attention of the world on the challenge arena.

Click!

Ying xueluo fiercely pinched and burst the tea cup in his hand, his eyes suddenly protruded from his eyes, stared at the challenge arena with an unbelievable face, and muttered: "it took only one move to defeat Qiang Hua. What's the origin of this kid, and he actually hides such a powerful strength?"

"Father, what should we do next? My strength is only a little higher than that of Qiang Hua. With the strength shown by the kid, I'm afraid it's difficult to win even if I try my best!" Ying Hualan said with a trembling voice as her thigh thick arm clenched her fist.

"We Yinluo sect have been preparing for this quota dispute for a long time, and I will never allow any loss. Hualan can only use the 'yin-yang double condensation formula', and this time you are the carrier." Ying xueluo said in a deep voice.

"Father! If you use the yin-yang double condensation formula, I'm afraid your brother will......" Ying Hualan's face changed and said with some hesitation.

"Hum! The battle of quota must not win the city Lord's residence. Otherwise, the forces of the city Lord's residence will pull our Yinluo sect farther and farther away. It's right for Qiang Hua to sacrifice for the sect. What? Don't you want to?"

Ying xueluo looked at Ying Hualan with red eyes and said darkly.

Ying Hualan looked cold, finally lowered his head and whispered, "please follow my father's arrangement!"

"We Yinluo sect admit defeat in this game and let Qiang Hua out!" with a faint glance at Ying Hualan, Ying xueluo suddenly stood up and stared coldly at Zhuo Wen on the challenge arena.

"Since you admit defeat, you should naturally let go!"

On the challenge arena, Zhuo Wen smiled faintly and immediately pulled Ying Qianghua out of the ground.

"Zhuo Wen, you bastard, you hit me on the head on purpose! I won't let you go." as soon as Ying Qianghua came out, he was about to fly up with a roar.

"It seems that the lesson is not enough. Then I'll teach you another lesson for your father!"

Zhuo Wenwei turned sideways to avoid Ying Qianghua's flying attack. Immediately, he grabbed the back collar with his right hand and pulled it in front of him. Then he hit Ying Qianghua's face with his fist.

"Ah! My nose is bleeding!"

Ying Qianghua covered his nose and stepped back slowly, but his voice was more miserable. That voice was equivalent to that an old woman in her 70s was forced, which made people feel creepy.

"Since I promised you to fight so that your mother doesn't know you, I'll fulfill my promise!" Zhuo Wen sneered, took a step forward and punched and kicked Ying Qianghua's little white face.

After a while, Ying Qianghua's original white face was completely swollen at this time, like a pig's head. Ying Qianghua seemed to be numb and no longer struggling. It was obvious that he had accepted his fate.

"That's enough!" Ying xueluo suddenly drank, and his fist was creaking, indicating his anger at this time, but he didn't dare to do it. After all, there were ancient Yue heavenly tigers looking at him.

"That's enough, this guy give it back to you!" rubbed his fist, Zhuo Wen showed a bright smile, and immediately kicked at his feet, Ying Qianghua flew backwards towards the place where Ying xueluo was located.

At this time, many people under the stage were silent. Looking at Ying Qianghua like a pig's head, everyone couldn't help but flash a chill in their hearts.

The smiling young man on the challenge arena is not vague at all. His means are cruel. Even some veteran martial artists shudder.