Emperor of Taikoo Chapter 95: Really weak

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"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Almost at the same time as the voice of the great elder fell, extremely powerful fluctuations of vitality suddenly erupted from several arenas. In an instant, nearly a hundred disciples were blasted out and fell into the arena.

The fourth ring, the same is true. There are several weak disciples who are shocked by the powerful momentum.

The battle fluctuations of dozens of people are extremely terrifying.

In such a melee, even if it is a Ninth-level warrior who is not paying attention, it will end with hatred.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, on the fourth ring, a burly young man exploded with a majestic aura, holding a black iron giant stick, swept through all the wilderness with one blow, and directly swept the three disciples around him. Ring.

A strong move shook everyone in an instant.

This scene was naturally seen by many elders on the VIP stage.

"Elder Li, your grandson is really mighty. I think it might be possible to break into the top ten." An elder said.

"Haha, where..." The old man called Elder Li waved his hands again and again.

However, although he said so verbally, his face was already full of smiles.

"Huh"

At this moment, an elder said softly and laughed: "That little guy is also very interesting."

When many elders heard this, they all cast their eyes on them.

On the ring, two disciples with short eyes rushed towards Lu Chen at the same time, but the next moment, Lu Chen raised his hand and slapped two palms forward at random. It looked like he was driving away flies. , Looks a little lazy and casual.

Only hearing two bangs, the two disciples came and went faster, vomiting blood and threw them away.

"Well, it's really good. The cultivation base has reached the Ningyuan Ninth Layer, and maybe there is hope to enter the second round." The elder Li touched his beard and commented in a modest manner.

The other elders nodded and agreed with Elder Li's evaluation.

On the arena, the disciples who had been close to Lu Chen's expression changed when they saw Lu Chen easily blast off the two disciples. They moved and gradually moved away from Lu Chen.

For a time, no one dared to approach within three meters of Lu Chen.

Lu Chen was also happy and relaxed, and didn't take the initiative to take the initiative. He stood there quietly, with a leisurely expression, out of tune with the tense atmosphere on the ring.

As time passed, the fighting became more and more fierce. From forty or fifty people to thirty or forty people, to twenty or thirty people or a dozen people, in the end there were only less than ten people left.

"Boom!"

A disciple was hit by the burly young man with a stick on his chest. His clothes burst and blood was vomiting. The whole person howled and threw away.

"There are still seven people!" The burly young man let out a sigh, stood with a stick, and said: "There are still four people left."

When he said this, his figure was already moving, and at the same time a stick swept out.

With a "bang", a warrior on the eighth peak of Ningyuan couldn't avoid it, was hit by a violent blow, and flew out of the ring.

The burly young man stood alone in the center of the ring, and the other four people, including Lu Chen, all guarded a corner of the ring.

Suddenly, the burly boy pointed at two of them and said: "There are three more people going down, you, and you, just Ning Yuan Bazhong, go down!"

The two disciples who were pointed out looked unwilling, but after seeing the strength of the burly youth, they did not dare to resist. Immediately, they gritted their teeth and turned around and jumped off the ring.

"One more person is needed!" said the burly young man in a controlling tone.

The voice fell, and the other two disciples of Ningyuan Jiuzhong became obviously nervous.

"You, go down!"

The two disciples were relieved that the burly young man swept around and finally pointed at Lu Chen with a stick.

At this time, the competitions on the remaining nine arenas have ended one after another, and nearly ten thousand eyes on the martial arts square have all turned to the fourth arena.

Under the eyes of the public, Lu Chen raised his brows, looked up at the burly young man, and asked indifferently, "Are you sure you are letting me go down?"

Lu Chen's voice is not loud, but all the people present are martial artists, and their hearing is naturally far better than ordinary people. Lu Chen's words fell into everyone's ears without missing a word.

Suddenly, a great commotion broke out on the viewing platform!

The strength of the burly young man is obvious to all, and his combat strength is unmatched. Not surprisingly, in this weak fourth ring, he is the first strong.

Although Lu Chen is also the Ninth Level of Ning Yuan, the combat power he has demonstrated so far is obviously weaker than that of the burly youth!

"Hey, do you not want to take the initiative to go down?" The burly young man's face was cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Well, then I will send you down myself."

"I am waiting for you to send me down."

Lu Chen replied calmly.

"Huh! Looking for death!"

The anger flashed in the eyes of the burly youth, the black iron giant in his hand buzzed, and a layer of vigorous vitality surged. The next moment, he stepped out and rushed out.

"Om!"

The dark iron giant hummed, with the momentum of smashing the mountain, pressing against the dust cover of Lu.

"Hehe, I thought that little guy could enter the second round, but now it seems, it's a pity." The elder Li sighed pretentiously, looking at that look, it seemed that he felt sorry for Lu Chen.

In the auditorium, some outside disciples stared at the fourth ring unblinkingly. The fights between Ningyuan and 9th layers were rare.

Among the crowd, Fang Hao, who was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, also had a look of worry in his eyes. The powerful strength of the burly youth, he saw it in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Brother Lu Chen is not that easy to lose."

Chu Zhen is much calmer. Although he has been in contact with Lu Chen for a short time, he understands that Lu Chen is more powerful than anyone!

Under the gaze of many eyes, Lu Chen had a calm face. He raised his head slightly, with a trace of laziness in his dark pupils. Obviously, the attack of the burly youth could hardly arouse his emotions.

"The first form of the magic elephant fist, the magic elephant is rampant!"

The low voice was spit out from Lu Chen's mouth. He didn't even avoid it, but he raised his arm and shook the black iron rod hard.

"Really looking for death!" Seeing that Lu Chen dared to take one of his sticks, the burly young man sneered, undiminished the strength in his hand, and slammed down towards Lu Chen angrily.

"Boom!"

In the burly youth's sneer, the fist and the black iron rod shook together abruptly, and suddenly, a terrifying shock wave spread from the collision center.

"Puff!"

At the same time, under tens of thousands of astonished eyes, the body of the burly young man suddenly shook, vomiting blood and flew upside down, flew out more than ten meters in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Look at Lu Chen again, standing there motionless.

"It's really weak!" Lu Chen closed his fists and spit out two words lightly.

So weak!

These two words are like a bolt from the blue, bombarding the brains of the burly young man. As soon as he stood up, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he passed out in shame.

Not only the burly youths, but even the tens of thousands of spectators around them looked at each other.

Is it really weak?

What's the matter, is the burly youth weak?

Obviously you are too strong!