Chapter 1682: Winner, Ye Liu

Boom...boom...boom...
In the air, the phantom of Bei Yindong blasted down.
It looks like a phantom, but in reality, with every blow, the air must burst and the space will collapse.
The reason Ye Liu, who was fighting with him, frowned was because he clearly felt that every time he blocked a stick, the strength of his stick increased.
At the beginning, he could easily block ten sticks.
But gradually, his arms began to numb, and even traces of blood overflowed in his palm.
"Northern Yinzong's strongest martial skill, Hundred Cracked Sticks, really deserves its reputation." Ye Liu frowned and said to himself.
In the next second, whoosh... Ye Liu's figure disappeared instantly.
His speed, extremely fast, and footwork are also extremely mysterious.
The Phantom of Bei Yindong couldn't keep up with his speed, let alone hit it.
"Just relying on your physical skills, you will undoubtedly lose in this battle." In the air, phantoms of the north hidden ridges all said in unison, with cold contempt in their voices.
On the spectator stand.
Ran Qi frowned, "Ye Liu, a fool, is useless to avoid it."
"Hundred cracked sticks are strong because the power of each stick will soar out of thin air."
"As a result, the speed at which the bomber sticks will fall faster."
"After a hundred sticks are exhausted, the power of the last stick has increased by at least dozens of times."
"What he should do now is to find a way to break the Hundred Cudgel as soon as possible and defeat him before Bei Yindong can blast the Hundred Cudgel."
Xiao Yi glanced at it and shook his head.
"Hundred Crackers, really well-deserved."
"Hundreds of sticks are continuous, each stick is a stick falling, and the power of each stick is superimposed on the power of the previous stick, and the momentum is blended."
"When the hundred sticks are gone, the last stick, power and momentum, will be accumulated to the extreme, and one stick will shake the sky."
"But if you want to break the stick, there is no alternative."
"What can I do?" Ran Qi frowned and looked at Xiao Yi.
"Not bad." Xiao Yi nodded, "The black rock swing golden stick under the bombardment of Bei Yindong, in addition to the stick power, the stick power also contains it."
"If you want to break a stick, you have to withstand all the strength and momentum of the stick."
"How is this different from the shocking power of the last stick?"
"There is no solution for this Hundred Cracker; the only way is to keep evading or enduring it until the last stick falls."
Xiao Yi's tone became more solemn, "The Northern Hidden Sect has such unpredictable martial skills. I am afraid that it is a hegemonic power. It is not enough to describe this sect."
In terms of the power and subtlety of this Hundred Cracked Cudgel, Xiao Yi was even sure that it was stronger and more subtle than any martial arts in the Eighteenth House.
The only thing that can contend with and even crush it is Ye Sheng Liujue of Ye Sheng Mansion.
Ran Qi frowned, "I admit that your strength and vision are indeed very strong."
"But you said before that the victory or defeat is four or six points, and Ye Liu has six points."
"But now you say so, isn't Ye Liu set for defeat?"
"No." Xiao Yi smiled indifferently, but did not say any more.
Within the sword circle.
At this time, Bei Yindong's stick power has soared, and it has completely broken through the category of the peerless 9992 Dao.
Instead, Ye Liu was completely downwind.
After tens of seconds.
In the air, the phantoms of Bei Yindong suddenly merged.
Beiyindong, descended from the sky, banged down with a stick.
This stick was extremely fierce and almost reaching the extreme.
Below, Ye Liu's pupils shrank, and he knew that he couldn't avoid this stick.
"Ye Shengzhang." Ye Liu put out his hands together, blocking with all his strength.
boom…
The stick and the palm finally touch.
That roar broke out to the extreme.
At that moment, almost everyone present had a roar in their ears.
Except for Ao Donglou and Xiao Yi, and a few people in the audience, hundreds of thousands of warriors almost unconsciously covered their ears at the same instant, showing ugly expressions.
After a few seconds.
The roar fell.
The figure of Bei Yindong was still frozen in the air with a stick.
Ye Liu took the stick, but the corner of his mouth was filled with blood.
In that handsome young man's suit, the blood was very eye-catching on the clothes.
At the foot, the formation of the sword palace was partially split.
"It's a strong stick." The martial artist around him put down his ear covering his hands, his face was full of incredible color.
"No, it should be said, it's a terrible stick."
"The Northern Yinzong is worthy of being the number one overlord force in the Central Region, even surpassing the Eighteenth Mansion."
"Although Ye Liu is strong, he will eventually lose to this Bei Yindong."
Within the sword circle.
Bei Yindong smiled proudly, "If you can pick me up with a Hundred Cracker, Ye Liu, you are really capable."
"At least, it's not as useless as external rumors."
"However, you will eventually lose."
The pride and pride in Bei Yindong's eyes burst to the extreme in an instant.
Ye Liu, holding the stick with both hands, smiled suddenly, "Martial skills, secret methods, body methods, holy artifacts, you have already done it."
"This should be your strongest strength."
"Then, you can also lose."
"What?" Bei Yindong frowned.
At the spectator stand, Xiao Yi glanced, and smiled inwardly.
He knows that the show is just starting now.
Within the sword circle.
Ye Liu blocked the stick with both hands, and suddenly, as soon as he closed his palm, he was actually holding the stick with both hands.
"Get me down."
With a cold drink, Bei Yindong was forcibly pulled off the ground.
"drink."
Ye Liu took the first two steps, and actually followed the stick in his hand.
"Want to win the club? Overestimated..." Bei Yindong sneered.
But his face changed abruptly before he finished speaking.
Above Ye Liu's hands, the primordial force emerged one after another, like waves of a big river, surging and overlapping.
"How could it be that it was Bei Yin Yuan Jin of my Bei Yin Sect." Bei Yindong's expression changed.
Snapped…
Ye Liu's figure had already moved forward with the stick in front of Beiyin Building, and then shot it with a palm.
In the palm, Yuan Li surging, it is Bei Yin Yuan Jin.
Bei Yindong couldn't react, was shaken back ten steps, and the stick in his hand also dropped out.
Ye Liu took the stick with one hand, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the other hand.
Whoosh...
In the next second, the figure disappeared out of thin air.
When he reappeared, it was already a volley.
Swish...wish...wish...
In the air, phantoms appeared out of nowhere.
The phantom, the rods blasted down, the power and power, soared.
"How is it possible, my Bei Yin Sect's Hundred Crackers?" Bei Yindong's face changed drastically for the first time.
The surrounding martial arts spectators also stared wide-eyed, "The Young Palace Master of Ye Sheng Mansion, how can you know the Hundred Crackers of the Northern Yin Sect?"
On the other side watching the game.
Ran Qi's face was shocked, "This guy, is now studying now?"
"Ye Liu's talent is really terrifying to this point?"
"In the past, it was rumored that the swinger, the shameless guy, is this his true face?"
Xiao Yi smiled indifferently and said nothing.
He knew that this Hundred Crackers, although Ye Liuxian learned now.
But the real reason lies in Ye Sheng Liujue's palm extinction and body extinction.
Within the sword circle.
After tens of seconds.
Ye Liu's figure overlapped.
Subsequently, the shocking stick was blown down.
The majesty of the boom is even worse than the North Yindong.
Boom... There was a shocking sound.
Everyone covered their ears again.
Wait until the loud noise falls.
Within the sword circle, only Ye Liu was left, holding the stick proudly.
A breeze came, and his clothes were graceful, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.
Outside the sword circle, Bei Yindong, already covered in blood, fainted.
"This battle, the victor, Ye Shengfu, Ye Liu."
The announcement of the referee from the sword palace resounded throughout the audience.
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