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Volume 2: Across the World Chapter 138: Wheel War

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    With these words hitting the mark, the face of the disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect suddenly became unsightly.  And Ren Zixin added in a timely manner: "In my opinion, you didn't treat him at all. By the way, according to my diagnosis just now, although the man was seriously injured and comatose, he could still live for at least three to five incense sticks. Why is this so?  It¡¯s so strange to die soon!¡±

    The disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect looked even more ugly. He snorted coldly and walked away without giving any explanation to the sect.

    Ye Feng said: "Zixin, let's go too."

    Ye Feng held Zi Xin¡¯s little hand and turned around to leave. The leader of this sect raised his hand and shouted: ¡°Wait a minute.¡±

    Ye Feng turned his head, his expression lukewarm: "He is dead, what do you want me to do?"

    The man gritted his teeth and said, "I want to know what's going on."

    "Idiot, think about it for yourself, I have no obligation to tell you!"

    After saying that, he took Zi Xin away from here, leaving only the astonished sect leader and a group of grief-stricken disciples.

    At this time, the eighth round of the duel was over, and two more people were seriously injured and fell into coma. Without exception, these people were taken away by the people of the Ancient Sword Sect as soon as they fell off the ring.

    Looking at Li Ruoshui on the high platform, Ye Feng snorted coldly.  Li Ruoshui's move was too obvious - he would rather let these people die than save himself.  This point just shows the fear in Li Ruoshui's heart. He is afraid that he can establish contact with these sects in this way, strengthen his own power, and thus threaten the position of the Ancient Sword Sect's overlord.

    On the high platform, Li Ruoshui also looked down at Ye Feng, with the corners of his lips raised, revealing a smile that showed success in his conspiracy.

    "Brother Ye Feng" Ren Zixin tugged at the corner of Ye Feng's clothes.

    Ye Feng stroked her head gently and said with a smile: "Okay, Zi Xin, let's go back."

    "good!"

    The two returned to the corner, and the ninth round of the showdown had just begun.

    Zeng Yi looked at the field and said: "Sect Master, these people are all cannon fodder. In the end, we will have to watch our duel with the Ancient Sword Sect. Look, the two brothers Zheng Miao and Zheng Lei are here."

    As he spoke, he pointed far away.

    Following his direction, Ye Feng looked into the field, but saw two more people under the high platform where Li Ruoshui was.

    ¡°One person has an arrogant face and cold eyes, while the other person has a bloated figure and dull eyes, looking a little stupid.  Ye Feng burst into laughter and asked, "Brother Zeng, are these two really twin brothers?"

    "Yes." Zeng Yi nodded, "They are indeed twins. The eldest brother, Zheng Miao, has an unruly temperament, and the second brother, Zheng Lei, is born to be a fool. He has brute strength and only listens to Zheng Miao's words. The reason why  The difference in appearance is entirely because Zheng Lei cannot control his appetite. If Zheng Miao is not around, he will eat until he dies. "

    "What two weirdos! But there is one thing I don't understand. Didn't Brother Zeng just say that no one except Li He can control these two people? How can Li Ruoshui invite them?"

    "I'm also thinking about this issue"

    In the field, the fierce fighting continued. In each round, thirty-six people participated, and eighteen people were eliminated.  The total number of disciples from various sects participating in the martial arts competition is about 6,000, and half of them will be eliminated in less than a day.

    Of the three thousand people eliminated, about 10% will die in the ring, and about 10% will be seriously injured and comatose, and will be dragged away by the Ancient Sword Sect.

    Being dragged away by the Ancient Sword Sect is equivalent to a death sentence.

    Therefore, this is not only a sectarian martial arts competition, but also a collective tomb of fallen strong men.

    The screams were heard, and hundreds of birds flew away in fright. Even the birds passing by changed their flight direction.  There were eighteen arenas in the huge martial arts arena. Each arena was dyed red with blood to varying degrees, and the suffocating smell of blood floated in the air.  Some people flinched, but most people got angry and jumped onto the ring one after another to fight.

    The atmosphere was thick and chilling, and Ye Feng noticed that Ren Zixin's body was trembling slightly.  He hurriedly took Ren Zixin into his arms, gently stroked her hair, and tried to soothe her heart.

    In Ye Feng's arms, Ren Zixin calmed down, with a sad look on her face, and said softly: "Brother Ye Feng, I think of Renjia Village and my father. The blood is all blood"

    Ye Feng was heartbroken, clenched his fist, turned around and shouted: "Dingbei!"

    Nie Dingbei immediately came closer and asked with lowered eyebrows: "Sect Master, what are your orders?"

    Ye Feng pointed at the ring and said, "Go up."

    "yes!"

    Nie Dingbei did not hesitate, stepped through the ground, roared out, and landed in the middle of the central arena.

    On the ring, two warriors were reaching the critical moment of victory when they suddenly saw a man coming from the sky.And down, hurriedly flew backwards, each standing on the edge of the ring.

    The man who was about to win gave a loud shout and shouted: "Where is the country bumpkin from? You dare to disturb the uncle, you are looking for death!"

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out outright axe, he was about to attack Nie Dingbei.

    Ye Feng¡¯s voice sounded at the right time: ¡°Kill them down.¡±

    "yes!"

    Nie Dingbei responded and immediately moved.

    Moving like thunder!

    But after hearing two muffled sounds of bang and bang, the two people on both sides of the ring were knocked off the ring and fell into the ground in a state of embarrassment.

    Ye Feng only said to beat them down, but did not give an order to kill them. Therefore, these two people saved their lives.

    On the high platform, Li Ruoshui stood up with a loud sound, smiled evilly, and said: "Ye Feng, it's not your turn to be a disciple of the Baquan Sect yet, why are you anxious?"

    "That's right, I'm anxious!" Ye Feng said coldly, "How long will this duel last? Now, my disciple is on the ring, you all take turns, knock him down, even if he loses.  "

    Li Ruoshui laughed loudly: "A wheel battle, Ye Feng, you are looking for death!"

    As soon as he finished speaking, an elite disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect shot him.

    Ye Feng chuckled and gently covered Ren Zixin's eyes.

    The man was holding two swords and had an arrogant look on his face. He obviously didn't pay attention to Nie Dingbei, who had not yet shown too much strength. In his opinion, he was simply too weak if he didn't kill those two people with one punch.

    Nie Dingbei glanced at Ye Feng.

    Ye Feng smiled and nodded.

    Nie Dingbei's eyes turned cold - he was a disciplined warrior from an ancient family, and obeying orders was his only duty.

    Opposite me, the disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect asked frivolously: "Get ready"

    Before he could say the word 'good', Nie Dingbei suddenly moved.

    The boxing skills of the Nie family emphasize on broad strokes, killing with one strike.

    The man was shocked and hurriedly held the sword across his chest.

    Boom!

    The next moment, Nie Dingbei's long fist hit the long sword firmly.

    With one punch, the overbearing power of the inch fist combined with the divine weapon gloves shattered the long sword without any suspense, and knocked the disciple away far away.

    There was another explosion, and the man exploded in the air from the inside out. Blood and minced meat radiated hundreds of feet, scattering all over the ground. The scene was extremely tragic and spectacular.

    With one punch, the elite disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect was killed.

    Everyone was stunned.

    Li Ruoshui stood up with a roar, his face was bloodless and his eyes were extremely gloomy.  He knew very well that this fatal elite disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect had the strength of the middle stage of the Holy Order. He was ranked 77th on the list of elite disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect. He was still capable of fighting even against Li San.  .

    "However, he didn't even receive a punch from Ye Feng's disciple.

    Li Ruoshui trembled.

    On the stage, Nie Dingbei slowly retracted his fists and stood back in the center.

    Ye Feng said loudly: "Everyone, the so-called martial arts competition of the northern sects is nothing more than a gimmick for the Ancient Sword Sect to show off its strength. In order to show off the strength of the Ancient Sword Sect, is it worth it to let your disciples die?"

    There was silence.

    Some people are still shocked, while others are starting to think.

    does it worth?

    This is a question worth considering.

    Before the martial arts competition began, Li Ruoshui once said that the purpose of this martial arts competition was to discuss and exchange martial arts.  But as early as the first round of the martial arts competition, the core disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect broke the so-called restrictions on the competition and led the duel into an irreversible bloody fight. Since then, one or two people died tragically in almost every round, and more were seriously injured.  There are countless.

    After calming down, everyone focused their attention on Li Ruoshui.

    The instigator was sullenly staring at Ye Feng.

    If looks could kill, Ye Feng would probably have died thousands of times.

    Ye Feng is right. The so-called sect martial arts competition is just a means created by Li Ruoshui to declare to everyone the first position in the northern part of the Ancient Sword Sect.  This plan was originally flawless. As long as the Ancient Sword Sect showed strong enough force, it could intimidate all other sects and make them obey Li Ruoshui's orders.

    This old fox is extremely smart and has calculated all his tricks except for one thing - he would never have thought that in the Ba Fist Sect, in addition to Ye Feng and Zeng Yi, there are more than one master of the late Saint level.
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