Banished Disciple's Counterattack

Chapter 69 Take turns in battle
puff!
Another mouthful of blood was spat out, and the disciple was completely blown away, and flew upside down like a sandbag out of the battle platform, smashing the ground into a big hole.

"This...is this a defeat?"

"This is too...too fast!" The disciples watching the battle obviously hadn't reacted yet.

They didn't see the brilliant mystical techniques and secret techniques they had imagined, and to be more precise, they didn't have time to use them at all, and Ye Chen defeated the two true disciples of Renyang Peak one after another.

"Ye Chen, you really deserve to die." On the other side of Renyang Peak, another disciple charged forward.

"Huangshan Seal." This disciple is smart, knowing that Ye Chen's opponent is not up close, and it's a big move to come up.

"I've been destroyed in the True Yang Realm before, so I'm still afraid of you, a brat?" Ye Chen was so strong that he didn't retreat but advanced. He shattered the Huangshan seal with his left hand and shook the mountain with his right hand. He groaned and backed away.

"Body-binding rattan technique." While retreating, the disciple quickly pinched his handprints with both hands.

Immediately, many tree vines broke out of the ground on the battle platform, entwining towards Ye Chen like a swimming snake. Needless to say, this disciple is a monk of the wood attribute, otherwise he would not be able to use the body-binding vine technique.

Zheng!
Ye Chen turned his hand and took out the Scarlet Heaven Sword, and then stepped on the mysterious steps of Suying Thousand Illusion. With one sword, he cut off the entangled tree vines, and killed the disciple in three or two steps. Ling Tian slashed down.

"Tudun." Seeing this, the disciple rushed into the ground with a whoosh.

"Get out." With a stern voice, Ye Chen swung his arm and punched Shashan directly on the battle platform.

boom!
The battle platform trembled, and the disciple who had just escaped into the ground was knocked flying out.

Ye Chen was extremely fast, coming like the wind, and before the disciple landed, he was caught by his leg.

Next, it was his usual specialty.

boom!
With the bang, the disciple who was caught by the leg was thrown to the ground by Ye Chen. Like the disciples who were thrown before, he was thrown so badly that he almost vomited out his intestines.

"Another... Another disabled one." In the audience, many people sighed, as if they were no strangers to Ye Chen's toughness of throwing people.

Zheng!
Zheng!
Following two sword glows shooting towards the stage, a younger brother from Diyang Peak came up.

lb!
lb!
Ye Chen drew his sword very quickly, shattering the two sword beams, and then quickly backed away, because the disciple actually exhaled smoke, and the smoke billowed, covering the battle platform and blocking the view of the audience watching the battle.

lb!
Bang!

hum!
There was only such a sound coming from the battle stage shrouded in smoke. Needless to say, Ye Chen and that disciple were fighting fiercely.

"This is phantom smoke and mist, I wonder if Ye Chen can break through it."

"I heard that the phantom mist has caused many disciples with extraordinary cultivation to suffer a lot."

"real or fake."

boom!
With a roar from the battle stage, the discussion in the audience stopped.

Then, a figure covered in blood flew upside down, and when it landed, it had already fainted.

"Yeah, don't look, I was thrown half to death by Ye Chen again."

Soon, the mist of phantom smoke dissipated, and Ye Chen appeared on the stage.

"Injured." Xiong Er saw a blood gully on Ye Chen's back and a sword mark on his shoulder at a glance.

"Use him to death." The disciple of Diyang Peak moved, as if he didn't want to give Ye Chen any time to react.

The war resumes.

This disciple of Diyang Peak is stronger than Ye Chen imagined. The most important thing is that he possesses many kinds of secret techniques, which makes him hard to guard against.

When the disciple was thrown half to death, many scars were added to his body.

"Kill!" A true disciple of Renyang Peak rushed forward, and his attack was a big move.

Next, the true disciples of Renyang Peak and Diyang Peak rushed to the battle arena.

All of them are ruthless in their moves, without leaving any room for them, and they all use big killing moves, and the ones who are behind are getting stronger, and various secret techniques are emerging in an endless stream.

Although Ye Chen had the strength to leapfrog the ranks, he couldn't stand the battle with so many people in turn. Every time he defeated a true disciple, there would be many bloodstains on his body, and the Taoist robe he was wearing was stained with blood.

"If you keep fighting like this, you will be exhausted sooner or later." Xiong Er clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

war!
The audience was filled with Ye Chen's sonorous voice.

He was full of energy and blood, like an unbeatable xiaoqiang, with extraordinarily tenacious vitality. He disabled several true disciples along the way, but he was still alive and well.

what…..!

what……!
Compared with Ye Chen, the faces of the disciples of Diyang Peak and Renyang Peak are much uglier.

They are all the disciples of the arrogance of the peaks, and they are placed with high hopes. Which one is not the best, and which one is not the most powerful Ye Chen, but they are beaten all over the ground by Ye Chen who is in the condensed state.

The battle situation here has long been passed on to Renyang Peak and Diyang Peak.

"Waste, they are all waste." Ge Hong was furious, that is the true disciple he trained by himself, but he was completely knocked down by a Qi Condensation Realm, how can he not be angry.

Master Qingyang was not much better. Hearing the disciple's report, he was also furious. Ye Chen's strength was far beyond his expectations. He began to doubt whether the decision to let the true disciples leave the customs early was right.

Compared with Ge Hong and real Qingyang, Zhong Laodao's expression on Tianyang Peak is very exciting.

There was a tree with a crooked neck on Tianyang Peak, and he sat there with his hands in his hands, swearing endlessly, "I have practiced Taoism for a hundred years, and I am really blind. I am in a condensing state! What a high talent!"

It has to be said that he can take it easy.

Although his disciples had some relationship with Ye Chen, he still taught them well, at least he didn't engage in conspiracy and tricks, and he wasn't as petite as Qingyang Master and Ge Hong.

Now it seems that his decision is still very correct. If his disciples are allowed to fight against Ye Chen, God knows how many will come back standing up.

"Sin!" Zhong Laodao covered his old face, his heart ached!
boom!
On Fengyun Terrace, a disciple of Diyang Peak was thrown by Ye Chen again so that even his own mother couldn't recognize him.

"How many times is this?" the disciples in the audience subconsciously asked.

"No. 15." Someone sighed.

"The true disciples of Renyang Peak and Diyang Peak were more than half disabled by Ye Chen!"

"But I don't think Ye Chen is much better."

Hearing this, many people looked towards the battle stage.

There, Ye Chen's consciousness was drenched with blood, and the wounds were so many that people couldn't bear to look directly at them. He staggered several times and almost fell on the battle stage. Infuriating a little lacking.

"Boy, let's go, if you fight again, something will happen." Xiong Er hurriedly reminded the audience.

Ye Chen nodded, he knew his own physical condition, if he fought one after another, if he fought hard, he would most likely die on this battle platform.

What's more, the previous duels were all true disciples from the fifth to seventh level of the Human Origin Realm, and most of the remaining true disciples were from the eighth to ninth level of the Human Yuan Realm, and there were even two One foot has stepped into the True Yang Realm.

Although he thought he could still do it alone at the eighth level of Yuanjing, but that would cost blood, and he couldn't afford it.

With that thought in his heart, he was about to turn around.

However, on the other side of Diyang Peak, a disciple has already stepped up.

That disciple has a soft face and holds a spirit jade fan. He looks polite, but he has two acerbic lips, and his face is even painted with rouge and gouache that women only use. Is this guy a girl?
"Xu Kang, I'm being polite here." The purple-clothed disciple didn't start the fight on the spot, but first reported his name, and he didn't forget to cup his hands at Ye Chen.

However, everyone probably didn't realize that at the moment he cupped his hands, he had already shot out a silver needle no thicker than a hair. Although Ye Chen was extremely defensive, he still got hit.

Soon, the poison carried by the silver needle spread rapidly in Ye Chen's body.

Then, his body turned black around the silver needle, and the speed of the spread caught him off guard.

puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out, Ye Chen staggered and nearly fell down.

"A confrontation between wind and cloud, how dare you use poison." Staring at Xu Kang coldly, a cold light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.

(End of this chapter)