1870: C1870 Top 8

C1870 Top 8

This shocked everyone on the scene. They never thought that the Spear Attribute Strength unleashed by Ye Feng would be so powerful.

Murong Ke's expression froze. Facing the Spear Attribute Strength unleashed by Ye Feng, she quickly dodged to the side.

The Spear Attribute Strength's speed was just too fast. It quickly passed through one side of Murong Ke's body.

Instantly, the Clothes on the other side of Murong Ke's body was removed. A deep bloody scar appeared on her skin, and a sharp pain came from the wound.

This caused Murong Ke's expression to turn ugly, but it was impossible for him to admit defeat so easily.

He quickly circulated the most powerful spear force he had comprehended. Endless spear light curled around his body, and the entire space seemed to be occupied by that terrifying and sharp force.

At that moment, Murong Ke looked extremely violent. In the next moment, the crowd saw a light flash in Murong Ke's hand. A Silver Lance appeared in her hand. A terrifying destructive power was flowing on top of the gun body.

Without any hesitation, Murong Ke let out a loud shout. A sharp spear light shot towards Ye Feng's body. Not only was the spear extremely powerful, but Su Duye's attack was beyond everyone's imagination. It could be said that he had arrived in an instant. Wherever he went, a strong sound of metal breaking through the air could be heard.

In the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of Ye Feng. Many people's eyes sparkled. It seemed like Murong Ke was really a little angry. They didn't know how Ye Feng would deal with this attack.

Ye Feng was still standing there calmly. He had a faint smile on his face. Just as Murong Ke's spear light was about to descend, the crowd saw Ye Feng waving his hand in front of him. There seemed to be a sharp breath in his palm.

In an instant, it turned into a sharp vortex. A terrifying cold light kept piercing through the vortex. Murong Ke's spear light pierced through the vortex.

The intense sharp Qi contained within the sharp whirlpool kept colliding with the spear light, producing a series of intense metal clashing sounds.

The vibrating power quickly spread out along the gun body towards Murong Ke's arm, causing her body to tremble continuously.

The vibrating power was too strong, causing his arm to feel numb, as if he had been electrocuted. This feeling was very bad.

It even made him want to let go of his arm!

Many people's hearts trembled. They saw the spear light that Murong Ke used for the first time was easily neutralized by Ye Feng, and it made Murong Ke in such a sorry state. Even wild chickens could feel how powerful Ye Feng was.

It was indeed very different. Even though Murong Ke had comprehended the power of the spear, she was still very weak in front of Ye Feng.

Murong Ke's expression was ugly. He gritted his teeth and tried to take back the pike in his hand. However, the sound of the gunshot was firmly pulled by the vortex, making it impossible for him to do so.

The terrifying vibrating power that kept coming from the gun body had even caused blood to seep out from between the thumb and forefinger of his arm. Fresh blood dripped down along the gun body, making him look very miserable.

Murong Qiu who was not far away saw this scene, causing her to frown slightly. She could clearly see that her brother was not a match for Ye Feng.

But Murong Ke still had no intention of admitting defeat. With a furious roar, she raised her palm and wanted to attack Ye Feng again.

A sharp glint flashed across Ye Feng's eyes. Just before Murong Ke attacked, his arm controlled the terrifying whirlpool and withdrew it in an instant. Under the effect of that powerful suction force.

The pike in Murong Ke's hand involuntarily slipped out of her hand and was directly held in Ye Feng's palm. Immediately after, he used his free hand to slap one side of the gun body with lightning speed.

A muffled bang was heard. Under Ye Feng's slap, Murong Ke's long spear flew out and stabbed into a thick flagpole in the middle of the Martial Arts Practice Field like a bolt of lightning, causing the flagpole to shake!

"So strong!"

Seeing this scene, the eyes of everyone present froze. The attack that Murong Ke released just now was strong enough, but it was so easily neutralized in front of Ye Feng.

Furthermore, she couldn't even control her weapon, and it was easily snatched away by Ye Feng. This was enough to show the gap between the two of them.

Murong Ke's expression was ugly and her heart was trembling. She looked at Ye Feng with respect.

Murong Ke did not continue to attack. She stood there and cupped her hands towards Ye Feng, "Your Excellency is really good. I admit defeat, but if I have the chance, I will spar with you again!"

This sentence represented Murong Ke admitting defeat. This battle also came to an end.

Ye Feng became the final victor in this battle, while Murong Ke was eliminated.

At this point, the first round of battle had ended. There were eight people who had advanced. Hao Tian, Murong Qiu, Mu Yuchen, Zhan Tianxiong and Leng Aoran. Fan Chen and Ye Feng.

These eight people were the eight people who had performed the most brilliantly in the entire Ye Feng. They represented the highest level of the disciples of the Golden Sieve Celestial Gate.

Now, they had stood out from the tens of thousands of disciples of the Golden Sieve Celestial Gate, attracting the attention of the other Top power.

Especially Fan Chen and Ye Feng. They were able to become the final eight in the year-end exam, which surprised everyone present.

One should know that both Fan Chen and Ye Feng came from the Lower Worlds before this. Different from the Heaven Domain, the Lower Worlds was lacking in resources, and the elemental energy of heaven and earth was thin. Their cultivation conditions were extremely poor.

Even the poorest land in the Heaven Domain. It was much better than any Lower Worlds.

"This year's end-of-year exam is quite unusual. The top eight seats actually include two people from Lower Worlds. Looks like we, the people born and raised in the Eastern Sky Region, need to put in more effort. "

Murong Qiu stood beside Hao Tian and spoke with a faint smile.

It was not because her brother Murong Ke was eliminated that her emotions were affected. Murong Ke had not entered the Golden Roll a year ago and in this year's year-end examination, Murong Ke had entered the top 16 in one go. Murong Qiu was already very content.

More importantly, in the previous battles, Murong Qiu could also see the difference in strength between Murong Ke and Ye Feng.

Upon hearing Murong Qiu's words, Hao Tian merely nodded his head indifferently but did not say anything. His expression was still as indifferent as before. It was as if everything on the scene had nothing to do with him.

In fact, it was precisely because of this that no matter who entered the top eight, it wouldn't have any effect on him. The first place in the year-end exam had already been reserved by him in the past.

"So what if I have entered the top eight? The people of the lower realm are the people of the lower realm. They will never be able to achieve great things. To them, this kind of result is the end."

An extremely frivolous voice came from not far away. It immediately attracted the attention of many people present.

They saw that the person who spoke was Leng Aoran, who was known as the number one genius of the Golden Sieve Celestial Gate, Swordsman.

Leng Aoran had a proud personality. His background was very noble. He was an existence that was sought after by countless people during his cultivation in the Golden Sieve Immortal Sect. Naturally, he wouldn't put Ye Feng and the people of the lower realm in his eyes.

In his point of view, Ye Feng and Fan Chen were just lucky. If they had met in the previous battle, they would have been eliminated long ago.

Hearing Leng Aoran's words, everyone's expression froze. This Leng Aoran was indeed arrogant.

At this point, Ye Feng and Fan Chen were able to show off their strength to those who were strong enough to stay on the scene.

Leng Aoran had openly said that he was looking down on these two men, totally not putting Ye Feng and Fan Chen in his eyes.

Perhaps in Leng Aoran's opinion, Ye Feng and Fan Chen couldn't even withstand a single blow from him. Or perhaps because of his noble status, he had always looked down on those who came from the lower realm.

In short, if one were to say who was the most arrogant among them, this Leng Aoran would definitely be ranked in the top few.

Ye Feng naturally heard what Leng Aoran said. He didn't pay much attention to it, and didn't even look at the other party.

He, Ye Feng, didn't rely on his glib tongue. There was no need for him to argue with such an arrogant person.

A sharp glint flashed across Fan Chen's eyes. He didn't say anything and just stood there quietly.

"Brother Ao Jiao is right. Even if these two are able to enter the top eight, how can they be a match for you?"

After Leng Aoran said those words, a flattering voice was heard from the crowd.

Compared to Ye Feng and Fan Chen, the strong men in the singing were more willing to flatter Leng Aoran. Perhaps in their hearts, Leng Aoran was indeed stronger than Ye Feng and Fan Chen.

Many people nodded their heads in agreement with what the strong cultivator said. Leng Aoran, the number one genius of the Golden Luo Celestial Gate, Swordsman's strength was no longer needed to be proved. In the previous battle when he defeated Zhan Tianxiong, Leng Aoran's sword technique had already reached the acme of perfection. How could Ye Feng and Fan Chen be compared to him?

Mu Yuchen's beautiful eyes flickered. From time to time, he would look in Ye Feng's direction. Before this, she would never have dreamt that this young man, who had always kept a low profile, had actually reached this stage step by step.2

The top eight places in the year-end exam was indeed amazing for a new disciple of the lower realm. In the entire Jin Luo Celestial Gate, there wasn't a single cultivator from the Lower Worlds who could achieve the magnificent feat of Ye Feng and Fan Chen.

This made Mu Yuchen gradually understand what her father had said to her. This young man wasn't as simple as she looked.

"Alright. Now that the top eight seats have been decided, the previous battles will not be counted into the results. The first Brazilian ranking will be decided based on the results of the subsequent battles. Each of you will have to fight one battle with the other seven. Let's begin now."

At this moment, the host of the battle platform, Elder, spoke slowly.

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