In just a few breaths, the battle has entered a white-hot stage.

Fighting involves the hearts of everyone present.

Xing'er seemed to be sitting in place calmly, but she had quietly clenched her pink fist, her red lips slightly pursed, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her eyes were filled with concentration, and she stared at Ye Qingyu, and her heart gradually hanged.

Although I knew Ye Qingyu had a strong trump card, the little girl couldn't help but care about it.

Just now, Ye Qingyu was temporarily at a disadvantage when he fought the first move. Xing'er was not only slightly worried for Ye Qingyu:

"Little Yezi, come on!"

Xing'er shouted quietly in her heart.

On the other side.

Yu Feiyan, the prince on the purple gold dragon throne, was also observing the indissoluble two people fighting in the ban with all concentration. Her eyebrows tightened slightly, revealing a hint of thought:

"For the time being, Ye Qingyu is not Xiaolou's opponent, but this dragon fist..."

Yu Feiyan is a master of martial arts and is very familiar with royal martial arts, so he saw some unique charm in the dragon fist played by Ye Qingyu at a glance.

Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Qingyu, who was under the ban, was at a disadvantage.

‘Hohuh!’

The plain and innocent scabbard seemed to be even more fierce than the Xuanbing Divine Iron in Xiaolou's hand. It slashed dozens of sword lights one after another, which looked like a fantasy and real, reaching the vital points of Ye Qingyu everywhere.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Ye Qingyu's entire body power was induced to the extreme. His feet were sturdy on the ground, his knees were bent slightly, and his whole body seemed to have a root on the deck, without any avoidance. He punched him one by one, as if he was slow and fast, and kept bombarding with the power of the dragon fist.

Xiaolou's swordsmanship is indeed fast, which is comparable to the [Lifting Light], which is known for its speed among young strong men.

However, since Ye Qingyu can deal with [Liuguang], he can naturally deal with Xiaolou.

It was just some other things that attracted Ye Qingyu's attention.

"What a great guy! But this kind of sword technique is ancient and murderous intent, and it seems to be extremely rare now. Instead, it is like the ancient sword technique passed down from the sect era before the founding of the Snow Kingdom? What is the origin of this small building? No one knows the origin of the sect that was rumored to be the origin of the small building. Could it be that he was the descendant of a sect in a sect era?"

Ye Qingyu thought this in his heart, but the expression on his face had not changed color.

Seeing dozens of sword lights, Ye Qingyu was calm and calm. In the flash of lightning, his right fist suddenly swung out and hit dozens of them one after another, for a moment!

Ye Qingyu seemed to be wrapped in endless fist shadows, which was dazzling!

"Boom boom boom!"

Countless fist shadows and sword lights were fiercely bombarded!

The air in the entire ban was shocked by the terrifying force burst out from both sides and shaking, and occasionally several fist shadows or knife shadows burst out, slashing hard on the ban light curtain, causing ripples to spread everywhere.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

The sword shadow fist light had filled the entire restriction, almost completely enveloping the figures of the two, as if two ancient monsters were fighting wildly, fighting out of chaos!

In a short period of time, Ye Qingyu could hold on.

But over time, his fist speed seemed to drop a little.

Xing'er, who had been watching Ye Qingyu, suddenly felt a sudden jump when she saw this:

"Oh no! The lower plate of the small leaves is loose, and it seems to be a little out of place!"

Not only her, but Xiaolou seemed to notice this too. A trace of ruthlessness flashed across his eyebrows. While suddenly putting away the knife, his feet were slightly fainted. The next moment, the figure standing in front of Ye Qingyu disappeared like a ghost.

"Um?"

A hint of coldness flashed across Ye Qingyu's mouth.

His muscles tensed up all over his body and he was alert to the surroundings.

Sudden!

"Swoosh!"

A fierce light suddenly exploded behind him and broke through the air!

The small building appeared ghostly behind Ye Qingyu, and the scabbard was cut out horizontally, accompanied by terrifying power, slashing Ye Qingyu's knees in the sky!

The power and speed contained in this sword even produced afterimages in the air. The instant explosive power was so powerful that it was terrifying. If it hit, Ye Qingyu's knees would inevitably be broken!

Xing'er's willow eyebrows immediately raised slightly.

"What a weird and tricky sword technique. Just now, this little building's body technique is like a ghost. I think I have already cultivated my internal strength and speed to the extreme. Xiaoyezi, Xiaoyezi, you are not playing, right? Breaking out quickly, take out your trump card quickly. If you continue like this, you will suffer."

Many of the royal family's guests showed excitement on their faces.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that at such a close distance, Ye Qingyu could not have made this move at all with the terrifying explosion speed of Xiaolou.

Only Yu Feiyan's expression remained unmoved.

At this critical moment—

"roar!"

Ye Qingyuxin shouted loudly.

The nameless martial arts in my mind were circulating rapidly, and my perception was raised to the limit, and my head didn't turn back. The power in my body surged wildly in my fists. My waist twisted like a giant python, and my body lay back in a strange posture!

The two fists containing Ye Qingyu's whole body thrust straight into the facade of the building!

The dragon fist was like a heavy cannon, blasting out.

The moment he punched, extremely fierce power burst out from Ye Qingyu at the same time, making people even feel illusioned, as if an evil dragon roared in ferocity and emerged from the sky, completely possessing Ye Qingyu!

This turned decay into a magical punch!

If Xiaolou did not accept the move, this knife would definitely cut off Ye Qingyu's legs.

But he himself will also be attacked like a storm by Ye Qingyu.

Kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of them!

In the flash of lightning, Xiaolou finally gritted his teeth and changed his moves temporarily. His wrist burst out with extremely strong force to pull the scabbard, turning from chop into block, and crossing the air in front of him.

"boom!"

The next moment, Ye Qingyu's fists slammed hard on the scabbard of Xiaolou.

Xiaolou groaned suddenly, his body retreated hastily and flew out about ten feet before he could barely stabilize his body, looking at Ye Qingyu in surprise.

Not only him, but even the crowd watching the game could not hold back.

Xing'er finally couldn't help but widen her eyes, looking at Ye Qingyu with a bright look, and then the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing a smile:

"I knew for a long time that this guy was deliberately buying flaws. With his combat experience, how rich he could reveal such obvious weaknesses. It's just a pity that he did not defeat that little house this time. Xiao Yezi's advantage is strength. He punched his fists, but did not seriously damage the little house. This guy holding the knife really lives up to the legend."

Prince Jinding's face that had not changed for thousands of years was finally moved, and it turned into a shock. Others could not see it, but how could he not see it!

"This move just now is the power of the Peak Dragon Fist Secret Book."

"Dragon Fist is the secret of the royal family. Now the Dragon Fist that is passed on outside is all defective versions. Only the royal relatives are qualified to practice! Ye Qingyu is one of the selected people and has been trained in the military headquarters. It is reasonable to know Dragon Fist, but the Dragon Fist he learned should be a cut version. Why is the power of that moment just now comparable to the full version? Could it be..."

Yu Feiyan glanced at Xing'er.

Unexpectedly, this little girl not only gave [Three Thousand White Hair] to her lover, but also taught him the full version of the [Dragon Fist Secret Book]?

Prince Jinding believes in his judgment.

But this time he was wrong.

In the ring.

At this time, Xiaolou's face turned a little red, the blood in his chest was still boiling, his expression was flashing in a gloomy and clear manner, he gritted his teeth and stared at Ye Qingyu.

Ye Qingyu stood there, his breath was stable, and there was a faint dragon energy wandering in his body.

Sudden--

"Inhale..." Xiaolou suddenly took a deep breath, and as he breathed slowly and smoothly, for a moment, it seemed as if everything in the entire restriction had quieted down, silent, and no sound could be heard any more.

Under Ye Qingyu's close eye, Xiaolou opened his mouth slowly, and the cold voice accompanied by a hint of anger resounded quietly throughout the entire ban: "It's a bit interesting... but it's not enough to call himself [God of War]."

"The last move, take it."

The words are finished!

"boom!"

A majestic momentum suddenly burst out from the small building, climbing wildly, and in an instant, it reached its peak!

At this moment, Ye Qingyu only felt the momentum bursting from Xiaolou, like a wave, like the roar of an ancient ferocious beast, destroying and swaying, pressing on his shoulders, and even his limbs were difficult to move.

Time seems to be still!

Xiaolou slowly raised the scabbard in his hand, and the purple-gold scabbard turned into one with Xiaolou at this moment!

To the bystanders, his speed was very slow, and it seemed that an ordinary person could easily dodge.

But only Ye Qingyu, who is in it, can understand the mystery and horror.

At this time, Ye Qingyu stared at Xiaolou's hand and raised it, slowly slashing at the scabbard that was slashing at him. Ye Qingyu glanced around in the afterglow.

He suddenly realized that no matter how he dodged, he could not dodge his attack.
To be continued...