Chapter 1682 Winner, Ye Liu

Boom...boom...boom...

In the air, the phantom of Beiyindong was struck down with sticks.

It looks like a phantom, but in fact, every time the stick hits, the air will explode and the space will collapse.

Ye Liu, who was fighting against him, frowned because he clearly felt that every time he blocked a stick, the force of the stick was getting stronger and stronger.

At first, he could easily block dozens of sticks.

But gradually, his arms began to feel numb, and even traces of blood overflowed from his palms.

"Bei Yin Sect's strongest martial skill, the Hundred Split Stick, is truly worthy of its reputation." Ye Liu frowned and muttered to himself.

The next second, whoosh...Ye Liu's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.

His speed is extremely fast and his footwork is extremely mysterious.

Bei Yindong's phantom could not keep up with his speed at all, let alone hit it.

"Based on your physical skills alone, you will definitely lose this battle." In the air, phantoms of Beiyindong spoke in unison, with cold contempt in their voices.

In the spectator seats.

Ran Qi frowned, "You idiot, Ye Liu, just avoiding him is useless."

"The reason why the Hundred-Split Stick is so powerful is that the power of each stick will soar out of thin air for those who use martial arts."

"Following this, the speed at which the boom stick will fall will become faster."

"After all the hundred sticks have been blasted, the power of the last stick has increased by at least dozens of times."

"What he should do now is to find a way to break the Hundred-Split Stick as soon as possible, so that Beiyindong can defeat him before he finishes blasting the Hundred-Split Stick."

Xiao Yi took a look and shook his head.

"The Hundred-Split Stick truly deserves its reputation."

"Hundred sticks are continuous. Each stick is a stick that gathers momentum. The power of each stick is superimposed on the power of the previous stick, and the momentum blends together."

"When all the hundred sticks are used up, the power and momentum of the last stick will be accumulated to the extreme, and one stick will shock the world."

"But if you want to break the stick, there is nothing you can do."

"There is nothing you can do?" Ran Qi frowned and looked at Xiao Yi.

"That's right." Xiao Yi nodded, "The Black Rock Dancing Golden Stick struck by Beiyindong not only contains the power of the stick, but also the momentum of the stick."

"If you want to break the stick, you must withstand all the force and momentum of the stick."

"What's the difference between this and enduring the shocking power of the last blow?"

"There is no solution to this hundred-cracked stick; the only way is to keep dodging or enduring until the last stick falls."

Xiao Yi's tone became more solemn, "Beiyin Sect has such unpredictable martial arts. I'm afraid it's not enough to describe this sect as a dominant force."

In terms of the power and sophistication of this hundred-split stick alone, Xiao Yi is even sure that it is more powerful and more subtle than any martial arts in the Eighteen Prefectures.

The only one who can compete with it or even overwhelm it is probably the Six Jue of Ye Sheng Mansion.

Ran Qi frowned, "I admit that your strength and vision are indeed very strong."

"But you said before that victory or defeat is determined by four or six points, and Ye Liu takes six."

"But now that you say this, doesn't it mean Ye Liu is doomed?"

"No." Xiao Yi smiled indifferently, but did not say any more.

Within the sword circle.

At this time, the power of Bei Yindong's stick increased even more, and it had completely broken through the peerless 9992 level.

On the contrary, Ye Liu was completely at a disadvantage.

Tens of seconds later.

In the air, the phantoms of Beiyindong suddenly merged.

Beiyindong fell from the sky and struck down with a stick.

This stick was extremely violent and fast.

Below, Ye Liu's pupils shrank, he knew he couldn't dodge this stick.

"Ye Shengzhang." Ye Liu used both hands to block it with all his strength.

boom…

Stick and palm finally come into contact.

That roar exploded to the extreme.

At that moment, almost everyone present had a roar in their ears.

In the audience, except for Aodonglou, Xiao Yi, and a few people, hundreds of thousands of warriors unconsciously covered their ears at almost the same moment, with ugly expressions on their faces.

A few seconds later.

The roar fell.

Bei Yindong's figure is still frozen in mid-air with his stick.

Ye Liu took the stick, but a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The blood on the clothes of the handsome young man was extremely eye-catching.

Underfoot, the sword palace formation base was half split.

"What a strong stick." The warriors watching the match lowered their hands covering their ears, with disbelief written all over their faces.

"No, I should say, what a terrible stick."

"Beiyin Sect is worthy of being the most dominant force in the Central Region, even surpassing the Eighteen Houses."

"Although Ye Liu is strong, he is ultimately no match for Beiyindong."

Within the sword circle.

Bei Yindong smiled proudly, "If you can hit me with a hundred-split stick, Ye Liu, you really have some skills."

"At least, it's not as useless as the rumors outside."

"However, you will eventually lose."

The pride and pride in Bei Yindong's eyes exploded to the extreme in an instant.

Ye Liu blocked the stick with both hands, but suddenly smiled, "You have already used all the martial arts, secret techniques, body techniques, and holy weapons."

"This should be your strongest strength."

"Then, you can also lose."

"What?" Bei Yindong frowned.

In the audience seat, Xiao Yi glanced at it and smiled secretly in his heart.

He knows that the fun begins now.

Within the sword circle.

Ye Liu blocked the stick with both hands. Suddenly, he closed his palms and actually held the stick with both hands.

"Get down here."

With a cold shout, Beiyindong was forcibly pulled down to the ground.

"drink."

Ye Liu took two steps forward and actually had a stick in his hand.

"Want to seize the stick? Don't underestimate your own capabilities..." Bei Yindong sneered.

But before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

On Ye Liu's hands, Yuanli came out layer by layer, like the waves of a river, turbulent and overlapping.

"How is it possible? It's Beiyin Yuanjin from my Beiyin Sect." Beiyindong's expression changed.

Snapped…

Ye Liu's figure followed the stick and advanced in front of Bei Yindong, and then struck out with a palm.

In the palm of his hand, Yuan Power surged, it was Beiyin Yuan Jin.

Bei Yindong was unable to react in time and was knocked back more than ten steps. The stick in his hand was also thrown out of his hand.

Ye Liu took the stick with one hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the other hand.

Whoosh…

The next second, the figure disappeared out of thin air.

When he appeared again, he had already struck down with a stick from the air.
To be continued...