Yuan Zhu saw this and shook her head and said, "It's almost the same, but unfortunately it's not enough..."

When Gong Jin heard this, a trace of bitterness appeared on his face.

The two of them looked completely different from fighting in the arena, as if they were ordinary competitions.

Yuan Zhu looked like she was giving advice to Gong Jin to practice, but she didn't look at any incongruity.

After a while, Yuan Zhu finally said, "Okay, it's almost the same, come on!"

Hearing Yuan Zhu's words, Gong Jin nodded, rushed out and hit him.

The audience in the stands felt speechless when they saw this and kept booing for a while.

...

At the same time, Yang Feng and Wu Chen also faced each other a long distance away.

Wu Chen was dressed in white and was holding a long sword in his hand. He had a somewhat extraordinary temperament, which made the audience applaud in the stands.

Yang Feng was dressed in a simple black dress and stood there, not looking very nervous.

Wu Chen said coldly: "Before taking action, I will give you a chance to kneel down and beg for mercy. Otherwise, if you want to ask for mercy, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to speak."

Yang Feng chuckled and said, "If you want to fight, just hit him. Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

Wu Chen said with a cold face: "Okay, this is your desire to die, no wonder I am."

After the words came, Wu Chen's dozens of tricks of his legs lit up, and his legs leaped at the same time, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The audience in the stands suddenly felt their eyes dazzled and couldn't help but exclaim.

Yang Feng's eyes flashed and he could see very clearly. The moment Wu Chen moved, he also moved.

The trick on Yang Feng's legs also lit up instantly, and he turned the feathering meridian, and his body also disappeared from the spot.

Yang Feng's figure had just disappeared. A roar came from where he was standing, and hundreds of snow-white sword lights exploded.

Wu Chen's figure flew over there without stopping, and quickly chased Yang Feng. Another sword quickly and stabbed out. Countless stars' powers condensed into sword lights sprinkled over, looking dazzling.

For a moment, two blurry figures on the gladiator were chasing each other, and the sword light kept ringing like firecrackers.

At first, I watched the excitement, but it became boring if I watched too much. There was a burst of booing in the stands and they all started to drink.

Wu Chen stopped, staring at Yang Feng who was parked in the distance, his eyes almost ignited.

Wu Chen originally thought he was very fast, and with this advantage, he was enough to suppress Yang Feng.

But unexpectedly, the other party's speed was not slow either. Even if he barely increased the speed, it would not be very meaningful.

Wu Chen sneered: "What is the ability to just hide?"

Yang Feng was unmoved and smiled and said, "What's the ability for you to catch up with me?"

Wu Chen said furiously: "You fart!"

Wu Chen grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and turned into two long swords.

The two long swords in their hand swayed continuously, swaying like willow branches. Willow branches covered with willow leaves grew out from it, and countless white sword lights lingered on it, looking like dense willow leaves.

When Yang Feng saw this, his face changed slightly, but his figure did not act rashly.

At this moment, Wu Chen suddenly waved his hands.

Under the willow branches condensed by hundreds of stars, countless dense sword lights immediately shot towards Yang Feng like willow leaves rising with the wind.

Yang Feng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and he wanted to sweep away as he clicked his toes.

However, as soon as his body moved, his body drove the changes in the surrounding airflow. The countless sword-light willow leaves seemed to be guided by the wind, and their speed soared several times, heading straight for them.

Seeing the willow leaves covering the sky, it seemed like a sword-light rain. If you are not careful, you will end up with thousands of arrows piercing your heart.

To Wu Chen's surprise, Yang Feng did not look much worried on his face.

The right hand in his sleeve slowly pushed out, and a small white shield flew out from his cuff, floating three feet outside his body with the pull of a star force and bloody breath.

The white shield was trembling, and the eighteen star patterns engraved on the surface were shining brightly and flickered. It seemed that there was a force that had been suppressed for a long time on it.

"Ao..."

Just as the willow leaves sword light fell in the sky, it seemed as if a dragon roar was faintly visible.

The stars shine on the white shield, and a layer of white glare suddenly bloomed from it, turning into a dreamlike starry curtain, covering Yang Feng's body.

"Bang bang bang..."

A roar like a storm sounded, and countless willow-leaf sword lights shrouded from all directions, hitting the starry light curtain, stirring up violent ripples in space.

The starry light curtain suddenly trembled, and the starry light on the surface quickly dissipated like smoke. The entire light curtain also contracted in front of Yang Feng, retreating from about a foot outside of his body to three feet away.

Seeing this, Wu Chen sneered a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Yang Feng still looked calm and did not look anxious at all.

He saw his left hand behind his back, his right hand suddenly stretched forward, his five fingers suddenly opened, and a light shout came from his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the light spots on his body kept shining. The tricks that had never been revealed before were lit up one after another, fifty-four, seventy-two, eighty-five, ninety-nine...

Until the moment when the 138th trick on Yang Feng's body lit up, the star shield that seemed to be suppressed and retreated step by step was really like a star shift. The eighteen star patterns flashed continuously, and a void dragon shadow suddenly appeared from it.

"Ao..."

A dragon roar sounded, and the dragon shadow, which seemed to be condensed into stars, rushed out from the star shield, suddenly increased a hundred times, and spiraled around Yang Feng's body and soared into the sky.

The violent spatial fluctuations rolled up by the dragon shadow turned into a powerful vortex and rolled into all directions. The willow-leaf sword lights falling from the sky were immediately bounced away by them, shattering one after another in the air, turning into starlight and disappearing.

The audience was in an uproar, and the smile on Wu Chen's lips also froze.

"One Hundred and Thirty-Eight Tips..."

Li Yao covered her mouth with one hand and shouted in surprise.

"How is it possible..."

Long Du's eyes widened, and he also showed a look of shock.

Seeing this, Li Yi suddenly clenched his hands in his sleeves, and his face became extremely complicated.

On the gladiator stage, Qian Luxiu clenched his fists, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

On the high platform, Yang Chen's tense nerves relaxed a little, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air from his mouth, and leaned against the back of the stone chair behind him.

He always knew that Yang Feng had hidden a lot of strength, but Yang Chen didn't know how strong he was.

Even because of Yang Feng's repeated performances, Yang Chen had an illusion, as if as long as Yang Feng was willing, the tricks could be increased all the time...

"This Yang Feng is very good at hiding his strength. It was surprising that he did not show his strength until now." Seeing this, Fan Kuai raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile.

"The city lord laughed. This Yang Feng, like fellow Taoist Qian Lu, is the backbone of my Yangcheng." Yang Chen said without explaining too much.

"Cough... Isn't it a spy sent by Puppet City like this that hides his head and tail? Don't lose the big picture for the sake of small things and make people take advantage of the loopholes." Yuan Qing coughed lightly and said sarcastically.

"If you have no evidence, don't speak nonsense, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." Yang Chen's face turned cold and he said coldly.

"Ahem... I want to see why you are so rude. Could it be that you want to do something here? I should be with you." Yuan Qing said in a bad tone.

Seeing this, Jian Fu and Tu Sun did not say a word, and looked like watching the tiger fighting across the mountain.

Mrs. Ruhua never looked at Yang Chen and Yuan Qing from beginning to end, but she looked at the figure on the Gladiatorium without blinking.

"Nothing."

Fan Kuai's voice turned cold and he suddenly made a sound.

At the same time, his tricks did not illuminate, but a powerful invisible pressure was released, as if in an instant, he changed from that unstable village man to an emperor who often buried his corpse millions.

Yang Chen and Yuan Qing seemed to have not planned to take action, and almost at the same time said, "City Lord, calm down..."

When Fan Kuai heard this, he was stalemate for a moment, and his expression suddenly relaxed again, and he said, "Fellow Daoist Yuanqing is just a joke, and Fellow Daoist Yang Chen should not care. It is also a blessing for our Xuancheng to get such a good general in the city."

"What the city lord said is very much." Tu Sun and others said in a compliment.

Mrs. Ruhua didn't care about the "hustle and bustle" around her, and her eyes were still staring at the movements on the gladiator stage.

In fact, most of the eyes were focused here at this time. After all, compared to the gladiatorium next to it, the fighting here was obviously smelling of gunpowder, which looked more exciting and intense.

Wu Chen smiled sarcastically and said, "More than a hundred tricks, what's that?"

Wu Chen's figure flashed, no longer standing in place to attack, but moved quickly around Yang Feng, waiting for an opportunity to find Yang Feng's defense loophole.

Wu Chen's hands kept waving, his moves became more sharp than before, and the sword light became denser and his power was much stronger. However, Yang Feng's defense was always unsparing, and it was impossible for him to have too much effect.

Wu Chen's face became increasingly ugly.

At this moment, Wu Chen's body stopped, and more than 150 tricks on his body lit up. The long sword in his hand became starry-like, and countless star-like runes emerged from it.

Then, a circle of dazzling white light rippled from the sword.

White starlight fell from the air, gathered towards the sword, making a buzzing sound.

Yang Feng could see at a glance that this move was exactly what he had done to severely attack Li Yi before, and his face couldn't help but become serious.

go!

Wu Chen shouted loudly, waved his left hand, and the long sword immediately flew out of his hand, turning into a very bright white light blade and flew towards Yang Feng.
Chapter completed!