While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

Chapter 84, let’s fight!

"It's actually the King's Sword Intent..."

"Boy, if I keep you here today, when you grow up, you will definitely become a serious problem for my Shifang family!"

"Feng Ye, come and accept your fate!!"

The two palm prints, as vast as mountains, were easily shattered by Feng Ye. The ancestor of Shifang was embarrassed and worried at the same time.

He no longer cared about the superiority of the high-level monks, formed a seal with his hands, and a huge sphere of spiritual power appeared in front of him.

Seeing the spiritual sphere growing bigger and bigger, the energy and pressure contained in it are shocking.

Song Zhi and others outside the battle couldn't help but panic.

Sword cultivators are indeed powerful in battle, capable of overcoming enemies.

But the sword cultivator is not invincible enough to be able to fight against the early stage of the Golden Core and the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

If there is no way to stop the ancestors of Shifang or send Feng Ye away, Feng Ye will definitely die today!

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"Fifth Senior Brother! Come back quickly!"

"I have a way to take you away."

Song Zhi also held a high-level teleportation talisman given by the female matching system.

As long as she wanted to, she could take away several people on the field.

Song Zhi took out the teleportation talisman and held it in his palm. He raised his head and hissed to Feng Ye on the cloud.

Feng Ye looked back at her, shook his head firmly.

He took out something and pushed it into Song Zhi's arms, then raised his sword and looked directly at the old figure in the clouds, exuding a strong fighting spirit.

"Death is not terrible."

"The terrible thing is to run away without a fight!"

As soon as Feng Ye finished speaking, the spiritual power ball rolled out by the ancestor of Shifang broke away from the Dharma form and hit him heavily.

The Nascent Soul cultivator's vigorous attack was by no means as simple as seen with the naked eye.

As the person involved, Feng Ye, even though he was mentally prepared, was still suppressed by Nascent Soul's powerful attack methods, and his energy was stagnant, making it difficult for his body to move.

But Feng Ye would never admit defeat.

He has been waiting for this opportunity for many years.

As early as when he learned that his master was a Yuanying monk, Feng Ye had the ambition to fight the Yuanying Lord himself.

Now, this wish has finally come true.

*

"The vast mist, the universe, the emperor, the queen, the people's will, Xuanyuan King's Sword, help me break the situation!"

When the spiritual sphere penetrated, Feng Ye shouted loudly.

His Qi machine was locked and he could not use his spiritual power, but his sword heart penetrated An Tai.

As the spell was spit out, a golden giant sword several feet wide and ten thousand meters long slowly rose from behind him.

This sword looks the same as the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, but its aura is completely different.

This is the form of the sword's heart, not the real thing.

"Wang Sword, kill!"

Feng Ye struggled to raise two fingers under the powerful pressure of the Nascent Soul stage.

His facial features had been suppressed and spiritual blood was flowing out, and his whole person was shaky.

But Feng Ye straightened his back and never retreated.

Trembling, he pulled out three drops of blood from between his brows.

As soon as the essence and blood came out, it immediately flew to the giant sword and merged with the giant sword technique.

At this time, a red line loomed in the center of the giant sword. The sword body, which was originally a simple sword, suddenly became powerful and vivid.

"Buzz!"

The giant sword made a clanging sound and stabbed towards the spiritual ball.

There was a loud boom that shook the earth.

The two dharma images that symbolized the dedicated attack of Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivator were shattered.

Huge spiritual power fluctuations spread from the center point.

Fortunately, Zhao Muyang was resourceful and quickly summoned the body of the ninth-grade alchemy furnace and pulled Song Zhi and three golden elixir monks inside to hide.

Otherwise, their internal organs would have been shattered by the remaining power of the Dharma at this time.

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"Fifth Senior Brother..."

Although Song Zhi was anxious, he could barely hold himself together.

Zhao Muyang on the side was frightened and shed tears.

"Don't worry." "Lao Feng will be fine."

"Lao Feng is a big scourge that will last for thousands of years. He can't die!"

"Yes, yes, Lao Feng is a very evil person. He looks average in cultivation, but deep down he is a weirdo who gets stronger when he is strong."

"He has picked off high-level monks with his sword not once or twice..."

Although every time I was covered with bruises, I only had two breaths left.

But he was always able to escape death, gain enlightenment on the way of swordsmanship, and advance to another level of cultivation.

Yan Lin has not only never heard of this kind of advanced method, but also dare not follow it at will.

He is not as thick-skinned as Feng Ye.

"Hmph! If you can defeat me, you are really good."

"But, can you still defeat me a second or third time?!"

The spiritual power balls were smashed by Feng Ye desperately, and they canceled each other out.

But Feng Ye had exhausted all his strength, but the ancestors of Shifang still had plenty of energy left.

The difference between the Nascent Soul stage and the Golden Core stage is not only the grade, but also the most important thing is the tolerance of the Qi orifice and the depth of the foundation.

The ancestor of Shifang snorted proudly, formed seals with his hands, and one after another spiritual power balls shining with purple light appeared in front of his Dharma form again.

Looking at the layers of spiritual power balls, Feng Ye could not help but change his color slightly at this time, even though he had no regard for life and death.

A spiritual power ball is enough for him to try his best.

So many...

The ancestors of Shifang are determined to kill him!

It's not scary for him to die. What he is most worried about is that his junior brothers, junior sisters, and three close friends will be implicated.

In this way, he will have to use his trump card.

Feng Ye was determined in his heart. When he raised his eyes again, his handsome face, which showed a slight vicissitude of life, was already calm with the attitude of success or failure.

As the saying goes in kendo, only by sacrificing life can one forget death.

Only by forgetting death can you be invincible.

As luck would have it, he had encountered this situation many times, so he figured out a unique technique called the Unity of Man and Sword.

The ancestors of Shifang didn't know Feng Ye Yuqiang's stronger attributes, nor did they know the madness in his bones.

Seeing that Feng Ye not only did not run away, but calmly put away his sword, there was a strange light in the corner of his eyes.

It was as if he was indifferent before dying, and as if he was sure that everything was under control, and his whole person revealed a certain evil nature.

The ancestor of Shifang acted subconsciously.

The senior monk's sixth sense told him.

If he insists on going his own way today, he will only end up in ruins.

Feng Ye, who only had the early stage of Jindan cultivation, still had an infinitely powerful trump card that he had never used.

Ancestor of Shifang: "..."

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Nascent Soul monks have the ability to communicate with heaven and earth and calculate misfortunes and blessings.

Suddenly having this sense of crisis, the ancestor of Shifang froze in place.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.

If he just gives up, where will the Shifang family lose their face?

Shifang Yaoyao, who was killed by Feng Ye in front of his face, how can the innocent soul be dispersed?

"Hahahaha!"

"Old ghost from Shifang, please come and be fine."

"You are really getting better and better as you live. The mighty Nascent Soul is here to embarrass a little kid who is in the early stage of the Golden Core."

"It's shameful to be disrespectful to an old man. It's shameful!"

Just when the Shifang Patriarch and Feng Ye were about to get into trouble, two figures suddenly appeared in mid-air.

As soon as the two figures, black and white, appeared, the ancestor of Shifang took advantage of the situation and withdrew his magical power, then nodded lightly and said: "Let the chief helmsman and Lord Fengshi see the joke."

"I am ashamed."

"It's just that that junior was so hateful that he actually killed my bloodline in front of the old man."

"As the ancestor of Shifang, I cannot turn a blind eye."

(End of this chapter)