"I didn't expect that the last three opponents would be the Lords of the Great Alchemy Realm."

"It's a pity that if Zhao Feng hadn't supported him and challenged a hundred consecutive victories in one breath, there would still be some hope in the end.

Many onlookers booed and sighed, showing expressions of regret and regret.

at this time.

There was some sweat on Zhao Feng's forehead, and his breathing was slightly short.

There is no denying that even if Zhao Feng faces an ordinary Great Alchemy Realm, he has a greater chance of winning.

After all, there were many previous opponents whose combat power could be raised to the level of ordinary Lords in a short period of time.

"My true energy and bloodline power have been consumed by more than 70%..."

Zhao Feng looked at the opponent in front of him.

The old man with gray hair had a cultivation level as high as the middle stage of the Great Alchemy Realm, which was already the highest cultivation limit in the rules.

"There are still three opponents left, so we still need to fight quickly."

Zhao Feng's eyes flickered.

"Start." The referee waved.

iron wall

As the gray-haired old man waved his hand, a layer of light and shadow on the mountain wall turned into a layer of copper wall and golden mountains and rivers. The environment of heaven and earth suddenly changed, majestic and magnificent.

Boom boom boom

The gray-haired old man was unrelenting and striving for victory steadily. His "iron wall" offensive was to defend first and then attack, steadily suppressing Zhao Feng.

"Humph, Your Majesty, you are so shameless and are engaging in a war of attrition with the captain."

Li Yunya's face showed a hint of disdain and dissatisfaction.

It is not difficult to see that the gray-haired old man wants to hold Zhao Feng back, and his desire to win is not strong.

"Water Spirit Transforms into God"

A layer of dark blue water surged across Zhao Feng's body, showing strange twists and overlaps. His body swayed like a liquid, with traces of water ripples appearing.

Buzz

In an instant, Zhao Feng's body was liquefied with sparkling water and transformed into a "water spirit giant".

Boom boom boom boom boom

The turbulent offensive of the gray-haired old man's mountains and rivers was like a stone sinking into the ocean, ignored by Zhao Feng and passed through.

In the state of "Water Spirit Transformation into God", Zhao Feng's defense is invincible, and his physical attack contains infinite power.

"break"

The water spirit giant that Zhao Feng transformed into was propelled by his fists and palms. Every time he attacked, the deep blue water light surged like a vast impact like an ancient torrent.

In the deep blue water light, some mysterious floating totems faintly emerged, with an eternal and huge aura.

As he continues to absorb the ancient aura of dreams, Zhao Feng's bloodline and physique undergo unknown changes.

Cry, bang, click

Under a head-on attack, the old man with gray hair retreated one after another.

After two or three blows, the gray-haired old man spit out a mouthful of blood and held on for dear life.

"The aura of the ancient times? Could it be that Zhao Feng's bloodline inheritance also comes from the 'Ancient Ten Thousand Races List'? Otherwise, how could it be so powerful?"

The Lord of Yongfeng Hall fell into deep thought.

Just then.

Bang bang

The formation on the arena shook violently, and the body of the gray-haired old man flew backwards.

"It must be the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List..."

The gray-haired old man looked pale and shocked.

Under normal circumstances, he would not be able to accept being forcefully defeated by a small Danyuan realm venerable.

But if.

The opponent is a mythical bloodline with the "Ancient Ranking of Ten Thousand Races", so even if he loses, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

Buzz

Zhao Feng recovered his flesh and blood body and said calmly: "Your Majesty, you commend me. There is still a slight gap between Zhao's bloodline inheritance and the bloodline of the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List."

Zhao Feng has seen the strength of the bloodline in the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List.

To be fair.

Zhao Feng's current bloodline aura, the kind of suppression of ordinary bloodlines, is no longer inferior to those in the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List.

However, Zhao Feng believed that there was still a slight gap between his bloodline power and Jiang Fan's.

"The power of my bloodline continues to absorb the breath of ancient dreams. Sooner or later, it will be on par with the mythical bloodline on the list of ancient races."

Zhao Feng's heart was surging.

He clearly remembered that when he faced Jiang Fan's blood aura for the first time, his blood power and emotions were suppressed.

But now.

The blood aura in Zhao Feng's body is no different from Jiang Fan's a year ago.

"Scene ninety-nine."

The referee looked at Zhao Feng with a completely different look.

In the arena, the fiery atmosphere was rising again, and some spectators even held their breath.

"I really didn't expect that even the Lord of Great Alchemy Yuan was defeated by Zhao Feng."

Everyone underestimated Zhao Feng's strength.

Even the official strong men of the Arena, and even the Eternal Palace Master, are no exception.

Arena, Game 99.

"Zhao Feng, you are indeed very strong, this little girl admires you."

A bright and charming woman in red robe, polite and elegant.

"It's a pity that you are now running out of blood and true energy. Even if you can defeat me, you are destined to fail to win the hundredth match."

The woman in red robe said slightly regretfully.

She analyzed that only more than 10% of Zhao Feng's bloodline essence was left.

Zhao Feng stood there, his expression as usual.

His vitality constitution is very powerful, and his resilience is comparable to some mythical bloodlines on the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List.

"Yanfeng Jue"

The woman in red robe saw this and quickly attacked, her whole body bathed in brilliant flames, like a phoenix with fireworks, and rushed towards Zhao Feng with a shocking phoenix cry.

In terms of attack power, this red-robed woman is a bit stronger than the previous grey-haired old man.

"Water Spirit Transforms into God"

Zhao Feng did not hesitate, activated his bloodline power and transformed into a water spirit giant.

This time, Zhao Feng felt a sense of emptiness after his whole body became liquid.

roaring

The water spirit giant was in an invincible position, and its offensive was like the impact of an ancient torrent, taking the lead in suppressing the red-robed woman.

Hmm

In the blue water light fist shadow, some mysterious floating totems appeared, exuding a huge aura originating from ancient times.

"Even my Yanfeng bloodline has been suppressed..."

The red-robed woman fought for several rounds, her blood boiling.

After ten interviews.

"Bang"

The woman in red robe was blasted out of the arena by the water spirit giant.

There was an uproar in the audience.

Ninety-nine consecutive wins

Countless spectators watched the battle, their hearts pumping with excitement.

Ombo
To be continued...