The most important thing is that there are forty or fifty tricks on his legs.

A series of dazzling white lights emanated from these tricks, and the white light condensed together to form two white snakes.

When Yang Feng saw this, he showed a hint of surprise on his face, his body flashed with white light, and all the seventy-two tricks lit up.

Before Yang Feng could make further moves, Feng Hao sneered, the two white snakes on his feet twisted for a moment, and the whole person disappeared, leaving only some afterimages.

The next moment, a sword light appeared in front of Yang Feng out of thin air and pierced his chest directly.

Yang Feng seemed to have no reaction at all and stood there blankly.

Seeing this scene, people near the Gladiator exclaimed, is this the end?

As a result, Yang Feng, who was pierced by the sword light, did not shed a drop of blood, but instead drifted away, and it turned out to be a afterimage.

Feng Hao's face suddenly changed when he saw this scene.

At this moment, a rumbling sound came from behind.

Yang Feng's figure appeared on his back legs at some point. All the tricks of the legs burst out with dazzling white light, covering his legs, making them blurry and difficult to see, and they grabbed them with one claw.

The fingertips were like five strong winds, and the skin pricked Feng Hao's stinging.

Feng Hao was shocked and had no time to turn around. He waved his hand like lightning. The golden snake sword in his hand suddenly turned into thousands of sword lights and swept towards Yang Feng.

Each sword light was as fast as lightning, and it made a howling sound, like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, making people unable to help but feel numb when they heard it.

Yang Feng immediately clenched his fists, and a layer of golden light appeared on his entire arm, and then a punch hit him like lightning, colliding with the sword lights.

Boom!

With a loud bang, a dazzling golden light burst out from Yang Feng's right arm, tearing the sword light apart.

Feng Hao's body was shocked, and he took a step back, and his face changed.

I saw a layer of golden hair faintly appearing on Yang Feng’s fist, and the extremely sharp sword light only left a few white marks on it.

Feng Hao snorted coldly, his body immediately left, and white afterimages turned into it. One flashed behind Yang Feng, and the golden snake sword in his hand stabbed out like lightning.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Yang Feng turned around and punched the Golden Snake Sword again, shocking Feng Hao back.

Feng Hao failed to succeed in two consecutive attacks, and his heart gradually became anxious. The white light flashed under his feet, and his body movements were used to the extreme, transforming into overlapping afterimages, connecting them to each other, like a huge white snake, swinging around Yang Feng in an extremely fast rotation and swim.

A whirlwind swept out from the white snake, forming a tornado of more than ten meters in size, covering Yang Feng.

When Yang Feng saw this situation, his eyes flashed.

On the gladiator stage, the people from Zhicheng who were watching said excitedly: "Feng Hao has used the White Snake Technique. Now Yang Feng can't block his attack anymore."

The howling sounded loudly, and green sword lights shot out from the surrounding tornado, stabbing Yang Feng everywhere.

Seeing this, Yang Feng just frowned, raised his arm and punched him out.

Suddenly, a huge force surged out from Yang Feng's fist and exploded in all directions.

The dense sword lights around it seemed to encounter an invisible wall, and the front part stopped moving.

Then, with a loud bang, all the sword lights shattered, and the surrounding tornadoes shattered.

As the sword shadows dissipated throughout the sky, the white snake shadow also shattered. Feng Hao's figure staggered out of it, his face full of shock.

Before he could stand firm, Yang Feng's body was like a ghost, and he instantly came to him. He pointed his right hand at his heart, and his fingertips were full of white light.

A sharp force erupted from his fingertips, and there was a sharp sound from the void wherever he passed.

Feng Hao felt a stern. When Yang Feng's guidance was made, even if he had the true membrane to protect his body, his body would be immediately pierced through a big hole.

With a sudden change of thought, the golden snake sword in his hand shook, transforming into more than a dozen sword shadows, rolling towards Yang Feng's arm.

Yang Feng's arms were as hard as gold and iron. He didn't ask for this attack to hurt his opponent, but just wanted to try to gain some time.

However, at the last moment, Yang Feng's fingers changed sharply and he penetrated into the sword shadow like lightning. His two fingers accurately clamped the Golden Snake Sword and twisted his wrist.

A huge force surged, Feng Hao's mouth became hot, and the golden snake sword suddenly shot out, his heart was even more shocked. The white light appeared on his feet, and his whole body instantly turned into a white phantom and shot backwards.

At the same time, his left hand suddenly raised.

A bunch of green light flew out from its sleeves, but there were thin green needles covering Yang Feng below.

Each fine needle flashed with a sticky green light, which was obviously full of poison.

Yang Feng did not dare to be careless at all, raised his left hand and suddenly slapped it out.

A terrifying force swarmed out like a raging wave.

Those green fine needles were easily blown out by this huge force.

Not only that, this huge force swept forward like a meteor, with incredible speed. In addition, the space of the Gladiatorium was limited, so it instantly caught up with Feng Hao and pressed down like a mountain pressing down.

The huge force had not really landed on him yet, Feng Hao's breathing was closed, and he was shocked. He knew that it was impossible to escape, so he shouted loudly, and his whole body's tricks were released, he clenched his fists and pounded them side by side.

The void trembled violently and made a loud bang!

Feng Hao's whole body was shocked, and a rich blood color appeared on his face. He took a few steps back before he stood firm.

A green shadow flashed, and the golden snake sword appeared in front of his neck out of thin air. The green blade pressed against the skin of his neck, and the hairs in his neck were irritated.

Feng Hao's face froze, then he smiled bitterly, raised his hand and said, "I admit defeat."

Feng Hao had the upper hand just now, but the situation took a sharp turn for the worse and suddenly lost. Everyone in the audience couldn't react for a moment, was stunned for a moment, and then let out a burst of exclamations.

"Yang Feng won this game!"

The thin old man also showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he announced the result loudly.

"I've given up."

Yang Feng nodded slightly to Feng Hao and handed the golden snake sword in his hand to the other party.

"You must have more than seventy-two tips. How strong has your strength reached?" Feng Hao's expression was full of complexity, and he suddenly asked.

Yang Feng smiled slightly, but did not answer, turned around and walked towards the audience.

Feng Hao looked at Yang Feng's back, sighed, put away the Golden Snake Sword, and silently walked off the gladiatorium.

On the high platform in the distance, Yang Chen, Yuan Qing and others were already paying attention to the competition on the Gladiatorium. Seeing this scene, their faces changed.

The difference is that Yang Chen's face was full of surprise, while Yuan Qing's face was ashen.

"Our gladiator in Yangcheng is still powerful, right?" Yang Chen looked at Yuan Qing and said with a faint smile.

"It's just a small victory in the game. What's the point? Cough, cough cough..."

Yuan Qing took a deep breath, barely recovered, and then he coughed violently.

Yang Chen ignored his words and his smile became brighter and brighter.

He has been ridiculed by other city lords since the competition, and he finally got proud at this moment.

"Haha, I didn't expect that such a master was hidden in your hands."

Tu Sun looked at Yang Chen, his eyes flashed with a strange color, and he said with a smile.

The sword talisman on the other side also looked a little solemn, and his eyes turned to Yang Chen.

"The City Lord Tu Sun has been too rewarded. Yang Feng's strength is only average. He is far from the many masters under your command. It's just a lucky draw." Yang Chen made a haha.

When Yuan Qing heard this, his eyes flashed with anger.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the second master under Zhicheng was defeated by Yang Feng, and Yang Chen's words were like slapping Zhicheng in the face.

"You are too modest. The Yang Feng from Guicheng is very strong. Even Chang Fang may not dare to speak out and win." Tu Sun's eyes flashed and he smiled.

"The Yang Feng under your command is very strong. I haven't seen him in the last competition. Could it be a newcomer?" Fan Kuai, who had been sitting quietly, asked suddenly.

"Yes. This person has just joined my Yangcheng for decades." Yang Chen answered honestly to Fan Kuai without saying anything sweetly.

When Fan Kuai heard this, he nodded silently.

Seeing this, the other people didn't say anything again, and looked around again.

...

Yang Feng walked off the gladiatorium, and the people watching the battle nearby looked at him with awe, and they all made way.

Qian Lu, Yuan Xuan, Longdu, Li Yao, and a few people from Yangcheng were standing under the gladiatorium. When they saw Yang Feng coming down, they all met them.

Qian Lu smiled and said, "Yang Feng didn't expect that you were so powerful, and even Feng Hao was not your opponent."

Yang Feng smiled faintly and said, "It's just a lucky person, you've been too rewarded."

Yuan Xuan and others also congratulated each other, and Yang Feng responded.

Li Yao looked at Yang Feng with a very complicated expression.

Li Yao has always looked down on Yang Feng, and did not expect that Yang Feng was so powerful.

Recalling his previous proud attitude towards Yang Feng, Li Yao felt even more ashamed and whispered: "Congratulations!"

Yang Feng smiled at Li Yao and nodded, not taking this woman's previous attitude towards you.

When Li Yao saw this, she felt a secretly relieved, and at the same time she felt a strange feeling.

Qian Ludao: "Yang Feng won the first flag and opened a good omen. I don't know how the situation is going on in Li Yi. Let's go and take a look."

The others followed one after another, Yang Feng's face moved and he walked over.

On the gladiator stage, two figures intertwined, and kept making loud metal sounds. The people fighting fiercely were Wu Chen and Li Yi.

This is the first time Yang Feng saw Li Yi fighting with someone. More than a hundred tricks on him were flashing, which was even more than Feng Hao.

The skills Li Yi practiced were more speed-oriented. He opened fifty or sixty tricks on his legs, and his body was very fast, just like a ghost.
Chapter completed!