Game 80.

"Bloodwing Demon Lord"

A blood-robed venerable, with a black mole between his eyebrows, a layer of snake-like blood all over his body, exuding a domineering and bloody demonic aura.

There was an exclamation in the place.

This Blood Winged Demon Lord is the strong man who defeated Ye Moyu with one move before, and his cultivation level has reached the peak of Xiaodanyuan Realm.

"Bloodwing Magic Light"

The blood-robed lord smiled indifferently, and raised thousands of feet of devilish blood wings from his body. The power was earth-shattering, comparable to that of the lord of the Great Alchemy Realm.

At this moment, even Zhao Feng felt a hint of pressure.

Peng Hong Hong

The attack of the blood-robed venerable combined with the power of thousands of feet of demonic blood wings, and the entire arena shone with a trace of blood light.

"Wings of Wind and Thunder"

Purple Miefeng Thunder Light Wings stretched out ten or twenty feet from Zhao Feng's back, and traces of purple crystals appeared in the core of the true energy within his body.

boom

A terrifying and suffocating purple wind and thunder resounded throughout the entire arena, and the thunderous wind filled the sky, exuding an aura of destruction originating from eternity.

Faintly, there seemed to be a world-destroying thunder dragon, raging and roaring in the storm of destruction.

"ah"

The Blood Winged Demon Lord screamed, and his body was like a bloody piece of paper, and he was blasted out of the arena.

Eighty consecutive victories, one move to win

Teng

The old man in Yi couldn't sit still, his face became solemn.

"One move blows away the Blood-Winged Demon Lord. Is this his true strength?"

There was horror on Ye Moyu's pale face.

To know.

When the Blood Winged Demon Lord used his secret skill of Blood Wings, his combat power surpassed that of the "Lord" in the Great Alchemy Realm within a short period of time.

Eighty-one consecutive victories...eighty-five consecutive victories...eighty-nine consecutive victories

unstoppable

Zhao Feng's Purple Miefeng Lei and bloodline power exploded frequently, revealing his true strength.

After ninety games, the opponent's combat effectiveness has been raised to a new level.

The combat power of these opponents is at least comparable to that of the "Blood Wing Demon Lord", and their bloodline combat skills and various special abilities are well-known in this area.

Ninety-one wins...Ninety-two wins...Ninety-three wins

Every time Zhao Feng wins, he lives up to his previous ease. He is fully focused and prepared to deal with the endless bloodline secrets and special abilities.

"The combat power of these opponents is basically close to the Great Alchemy Realm, or even comparable to ordinary Lords."

Zhao Feng felt a little bit of pressure.

If there were one or two such opponents, he would not take them seriously.

However.

In the continuous battle, Zhao Feng's energy and blood essence are inevitably consumed continuously.

Many of the subsequent opponents could easily defeat Yamayu.

Ninety-four consecutive wins...Ninety-five consecutive wins...Ninety-six consecutive wins

"Zhao Feng Zhao Feng Zhao..."

In the arena, there was a loud cheer and the sound was like a torrent.

Many spectators are filled with excitement and excitement, waiting for the historic moment of a 100-game winning streak.

"It's too strong. Even after ninety victories, the captain's bloodline power and wind and thunder combat skills are still overwhelming."

Li Yunya was shocked inside.

but.

After the ninety-fifth game, a trace of sweat appeared on Zhao Feng's forehead.

There was a hint of fatigue in his expression.

"Although my Zi Mie Zhen Yuan is refined and powerful, the quantity is even less than that of the average Xiao Dan Yuan realm."

Zhao Feng realized the problem.

When attacking the Danyuan realm, Zhao Feng's Dan core was used to absorb the "breath of heaven and earth" in the ancient dream world, which was concentrated ten times.

"snort"

There was a hint of coldness on the old man's face.

Next.

In the ninety-sixth and ninety-seventh games, the opponent was unprecedentedly powerful, with combat power comparable to that of the Lord of the Great Alchemy Realm.

Zhao Feng activated his bloodline power and wielded the Ice King Spear. After a fierce battle, he still defeated his opponent with an overwhelming advantage.

But at this time, Zhao Feng had consumed most of his true energy and bloodline power.

“The last three games left”

"In the last three games, can the miracle of 100-game winning streak be achieved?"

There was a wave of enthusiasm in the arena.

"Scene 98"

There was a faint smile on the corner of the referee's mouth.

"Junior, that's it."

A huge and boundless energy and power, as if integrated with the natural universe, descended from the sky.

Swish

As soon as he finished speaking, a gray-haired old man appeared on the arena.

"Great Alchemy Realm"

"Lord level? This is beyond the level of Xiaodanyuan Realm's 100-game winning streak challenge."

In the arena, there was an explosion.

"Haha, according to the rules, in the last three games of a hundred consecutive victories, a stronger person of a higher level can appear."

The old man in clothes smiled calmly.

at this time.
Chapter completed!