Jiang Zile did not panic. The ancient cyan iron book in his hand suddenly unfolded in front of him. A layer of simple and vicissitudes of cyan light pages bloomed with hundreds of feet of colorful clouds, and obscure and mysterious words emerged one after another.

Boom

Zhao Feng hit with a punch, and the cyan light page showed a few cracks, but the mysterious words dancing on it exuded a majestic righteousness, like a surging river, quickly repairing the cyan light page.

"Draw the ground as a prison"

Jiang Zile stepped back a few steps, and with a green brush in his hand, he slowly drew a line of green gold dotted lines in the void.

Um?

Zhao Feng's expression changed, and he discovered that those ethereal green-gold dotted lines formed a golden heavenly prison, binding him in it.

"As expected of a Tianle scholar"

Outside the arena, some strong men couldn't help but cheer.

Seeing it, the sky prison composed of lapis lazuli light was like a solid iron prison, constantly compressing Zhao Feng's standing position.

"It's been fun...but that's the end of it."

Zhao Feng's expression darkened slightly, and he suddenly raised his hand, condensing a trace of purple lightning, pure and sharp, and a purple light claw with a simple texture appeared in the light.

Purple Thunder Claw

The purple light claw was only a few feet in size, but it was condensed into substance, and a thunderous sound came from it.

bangkacha

Like the claw of a destructive thunder dragon, it cuts through the void, and a breath of destruction of all things rushes towards the face, shocking the soul.

"Not good..."

Jiang Zile was horrified and lost his voice. He saw that his "drawing on the ground as a prison" was torn into pieces like paper.

Bang bang

That claw that was like a destructive thunder dragon sent Jiang Zile flying hundreds of feet away.

thump

When he landed on the ground, black smoke was rising from Jiang Zile's body. His original white-clothed appearance was like a human figure charred.

31st consecutive victory

Zhao Feng won the first battle today.

The place was filled with enthusiastic cheers, Zhao Feng's combat power was as strong as ever.

"Even this Jiang Zile, who is known as a leader in the Xiaodanyuan realm with perfect offense and defense, has been defeated like this."

The old man in clothes lost his color slightly.

In today's first battle, he sent Jiang Zile to fight because he wanted Zhao Feng to fall into a hard battle, at least not win so easily.

However.

Zhao Feng's strength is still stronger than expected.

"In order to save real energy, it is not advisable to fight for a long time."

Zhao Feng murmured.

His goal is to win a hundred consecutive victories in one go.

Later.

Zhao Feng faced some opponents one after another. Their cultivation levels were at least in the middle stage of the Small Danyuan Realm, and their combat prowess was mostly at the late stage of the Small Danyuan Stage.

But none of these opponents are stronger than Jiang Zile.

Zhao Feng will further increase his speed and attack. With every flash attack, he can easily defeat the average late-stage Xiaodanyuan realm.

Boom

Bang bang

On the arena, each challenger was blown away by Zhao Feng and defeated.

Sometimes, in order to save time, Zhao Feng simply hits a few at a time.

Thirty-five consecutive wins...Forty consecutive wins...Forty-five consecutive wins

Less than an hour passed.

Zhao Feng completed his 50th consecutive victory

In other words, he has completed half of the 100-game winning streak challenge.

The spectators outside the field were all stunned and focused.

What's even more amazing is.

Zhao Feng has not consumed much of his true energy since the battle.

His attacks are mainly based on the use of speed, the explosion of physical strength, and the movement of a little real energy to win with one move.

Especially in terms of speed and movement.

So far, no opponent can compete with Zhao Feng in terms of speed.

"Sixty consecutive wins"

The spectators on the field were dazzled by what they saw, fearing that if they lost their concentration for a moment, they would miss a battle.

because.

Zhao Feng's speed in resolving the battle was too fast

After sixty consecutive victories, Zhao Feng's opponents have become stronger and stronger.

Later, half of the opponents were in the late stage of Xiaodanyuan realm.

A few of these opponents can be compared with the leader of the Skeleton Hall, Li Yunya.

These powerful opponents in the arena are all elites of the same generation from various domains and even some two-star sects.

There are all kinds of strange bloodline abilities and endless secret techniques, which are extremely difficult to deal with.

Fortunately.

Zhao Feng's body and source of power absorbed the ancient aura of the dream world. Every time he attacked, he was like an ancient behemoth, exerting powerful suppression on many bloodlines.

This kind of suppression effect can even be compared to Jiang Fan, who has the bloodline of the "Ancient Ten Thousand Races List".

"Scene 70"

The referee took a breath and announced again.

"Zhao Feng, your opponent is me."

An elegant man, as dark as night, appeared on the arena.

Yamayu

There was a commotion on the field.

This time the opponent turned out to be the challenger who had won 100 consecutive games, Yamaha.

"As the loser of the challenge, Henyamayu definitely doesn't want an unknown person to win the 100-game winning streak behind him."

The old man in clothes sneered secretly.

"start"

As soon as the referee made the announcement, Yamayu immediately took action.

Observing the previous battles, Zhao Feng was able to repel enemies with lightning speed, and Ye Moyu did not want to fall into a passive position.

"Void sky and night"

Ye Moyu's figure flashed and disappeared, blending into the dim night surrounding him.

In that night, Zhao Feng's vision and senses were greatly restricted, making it difficult to clearly capture the traces of Ye Moyu.

The sky and night are the realm of the power of Ye Moyu's bloodline.
Chapter completed!