The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 909
On the side of the Western Martial Arts World, the purple-haired envoy of the Dharma King Hall took a step forward at this moment, looking towards the battlefield ring ahead, his eyes focused on the bloody tornado.

"That's...an ancient battle formation. There are scattered records in the Dao Pavilion hidden in the Dharma King's Hall."

"With this battle, the Battle of Beihai, we have no strength to fight again." Yaofeng's eyes flashed, and he responded in a low voice.

No. 1 under the Vice-Hall Master of the Dharma King's Palace, obviously, it's not for nothing. This Yaofeng's knowledge is really extraordinary, and he even knows a thing or two about ancient battle formations.

"I originally thought that Ye Fei sent out martial arts juniors to break the rules of the battle and take action himself. Now we see that we underestimated him."

Yaofeng whispered again and again, he was well aware of the horror of this formation, without the power above the Nascent Soul Realm, it is absolutely impossible to shake it only by relying on the strong Jindan.

In this battle, they lost, and the defeat was extremely complete.

"I don't believe you, you can't stay in this formation." Benson's eyes turned cold at this moment, the power in his body soared, and a long rainbow appeared out of his figure.

The power of terrifying coercion instantly enveloped the audience.

Each of the envoys of the Dharma King Hall has at least the power of the supernatural realm. Although the commander of Benson is weak, he is also at the supernatural level.

"Benson, stop!" Yaofeng frowned, the two were both envoys of the Dharma King's palace, how could he not know what the person in front of him was thinking at this moment.

It's just that Benson at this moment has been dazzled by anger. At this moment, in his eyes, only the group of juniors on the battlefield ahead are at the end of their strength.

"Huaxia junior, you all deserve to die." Benson's face was ferocious, and the power of the psychic realm burst out from his body at this moment.

Facing the juniors at the Foundation Establishment Realm, he had no intention of showing mercy.

This sudden scene caused both forces to be taken aback for a moment. The strength and speed of Benson's eruption were far beyond what Lu Liang and others could reflect.

Before the defense line of Pingcheng, after everyone came back to their senses, on the battlefield ahead, the envoy of the Palace of the Fawang had already made a move without hesitation.

"All members of Yinlong, unite!" On the battlefield, Wu Yun'er's expression froze.

In mid-air, the terrifying coercive force made her tremble, and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, but at the same time she quickly stabilized her mind.

The golden runes surged in the palm, and the complex ancient rune seals were once again condensed into shape.

"Yes..." The members of the hidden dragon in the back said in unison at this moment, regardless of the consumption of energy and blood in their bodies, the blood energy around them rushed to the sky.

In an instant, on the battlefield arena, the bloody battle formation barrier appeared again in everyone's sight.

It's just that this time, compared to the first time, the blood light in it has obviously weakened a lot. It can be seen that the hidden dragon members have reached a limit.

"Stupid, you think that you can block me!"

"die..."

In mid-air, a gloomy voice came, and then blue flames appeared out of thin air, and the terrifying temperature instantly suppressed the entire audience.

It seemed that even the battle formation on the arena on the battlefield below was about to be dissolved.

But at this moment, in the direction of Pingcheng in the distance, a gust of cold mist suddenly hit, and the place it passed was frozen for thousands of miles, and the momentum was so strong that it shook the world.

"Benson, you are tired of working." There was endless killing intent in the cold voice, which made people tremble.

At some point, Ye Fei had already rushed out of Pingcheng's defense line. He was standing in mid-air at this moment, and the power of ice in his body erupted impressively.

Suiqiang, the envoy of the Dharma King's Hall, couldn't escape Ye Fei's perception.

"Seal!" Within the cold mist, there was a low cry mixed with ice, instantly covering the audience.

At this moment, Ye Fei shot with all his strength, not caring about the injuries in his body, but the power of ice in his palm had exploded to the extreme.

On the arena in front of the battlefield, the envoy of the Blue Flame from the Hall of the Dharma King, including the blue flame in his hand, was forcibly frozen into an ice sculpture.

The coercion felt by the members of the hidden dragon below disappeared quickly.

"Thank you, Master." The blood in Wu Yun'er's eyes receded, and the ancient runes condensed in his palm slowly dissipated at the same time.

"Thank you, instructor!" On the arena of the battlefield, the energy and blood of the members of the Hidden Dragon Brigade gradually restrained and dissipated at the same time.

Even though they had no fear in their hearts of Benson's blow just now, judging from the momentum, that blow to Lan Yan was definitely not something they could stop with the Immortal Formation.

"You guys, return to Pingcheng first."

"Western martial arts world broke the rules, so don't blame Ye for being ruthless." Ye Fei's murderous intent surged all over his body, and the cold voice spread throughout the audience.

He didn't hide these words in any way, and they spread to the ears of Yaofeng, the envoy of the Palace of the Fawang in the distance, in the same instant.

"No, Patriarch Ye, I misunderstood this matter, please listen to me." Yaofeng's face changed slightly, and his figure stepped into the air at the same time.

But on the battlefield at this time, a faint light flashed in Ye Fei's palm, and the power of the witch body enveloped his arms.

The next moment, a dazzling golden light flashed across, and a huge golden triangular tripod appeared in Ye Fei's palm, exuding indescribable power.

Ye Fei's eyes were fixed, and at the same time he raised his head to look forward, and suddenly found that within the ice layer ahead, the sealed Benson still had the strength to resist.

The faint blue flame is melting the ice layer, and it is about to break it open.

"This blue flame is not bad." A gleam flashed in Ye Fei's eyes, and without any hesitation, he directly threw the giant cauldron in his hand.

"Crack, click..."

"Boom, boom!" Explosions rang out frequently, and the ice layer was instantly crushed by the Spirit Gathering Golden Cauldron, and Benson, the envoy of the Fawang Palace below, was immediately exposed to the giant cauldron.

The terrifying oppressive force seemed to collapse the space, and Benson had nowhere to escape at this moment.

"Hmph, why do you want to suppress me!" Benson snorted, and since there was nowhere to escape, his heart skipped a beat, and the power in his body circulated to the extreme.

As soon as the words fell, the blue flame in the palm of this person turned into a pillar of fire, pointing directly at the golden cauldron in front of him, intending to smash it into pieces.

"Bang! Boom." Under the gazes of everyone on both sides, the Gathering Spirit Cauldron was suppressed without stopping.

The blue flame did not resist for a second.

The arena on the battlefield was forcibly sunken by the terrifying force, and the ground trembled suddenly.

The Blue Flame Envoy from the Dharma King's Hall lost his aura and was actually crushed to death.

"This, this is a magic weapon... just by its weight, it crushed to death a powerhouse in the supernatural realm." Yaofeng paused, as strong as him, and couldn't help being stunned for two seconds at this moment.

In the Western Martial Arts Base in the distance, those who did not participate in this battle could not help but show fear in their eyes at this time, and subconsciously took several steps back.

"Tong, Commander is dead."

"How do you fight this?"

"If that big cauldron is crushed, none of us can resist..." The horror in the eyes of the crowd in the western martial arts base couldn't help but intensify a bit.

Not far ahead, on the battlefield, the face of that stern-looking young man in a light robe has already been deeply imprinted in their hearts by them.

But at this moment in front of the defense line of Pingcheng, Lu Liang and the others could not stop showing joy on their faces after they realized what happened.

After this battle, for at least three months, the Western martial arts world would not dare to attack rashly again.

"With Ye Fei in Huaxia, no one in the Western martial arts world can cross the North Sea."

"Lord Ye is mighty!"

"..."

The younger generations of martial arts families in front of and behind the Pingcheng defense line couldn't help but open their mouths, their eyes full of reverence after they realized it.

As the front was approaching and the members of the Yinlong Brigade returned, the faces of Lu Liang and the others showed a smile that had rarely been shown in the past three months.

In the midair of the battlefield ahead, Ye Fei at this moment, with a glint of light in his palm, retracted the Golden Cauldron of Gathering Spirits on the ground, his eyes swept away, and a gleam flashed across his eyes.

"This is..." The spiritual thread surged in the palm, and an oval blue gemstone appeared in Ye Fei's palm at this moment.

This stone is blue, and there is a ball of flames floating in the center, which is a bit strange. The point is that this object has resisted the pressure of the Juling Golden Cauldron.

"The hardness of this stone alone is comparable to that of a fairy treasure."

Ye Fei murmured, there was no time to study it at this moment, so he put it in the storage ring.

Not far ahead, the demon wind of the Dharma King's Palace stood in the air at this moment, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and his eyes focused on Ye Fei.

"Patriarch Ye, the Battle of the North Sea, Huaxia Yinmen and the Dharma King Hall have an appointment first."

"This seat would like to ask, can you represent the entire Hidden Gate?" Yaofeng's words sounded a little incomprehensible.

But after Ye Fei heard this sentence, his mind suddenly became clearer.

He had been thinking before, what was the significance of the Battle of the North Sea without the participation of Nascent Soul Realm powerhouses?

But at this moment, it seems that before the start of this so-called war, the Yinmen of Huaxia and the Hall of the Fawang seem to have reached some kind of agreement, the details of which Ye Fei is not clear about.

But one thing he can be sure of is that the only people who lost in the Beihai Battle were members of the martial arts family, and the Dharma King Hall and Huaxia Yinmen may have gained a lot from it.

"Ye can't represent the entire hidden door, but Huaxia hidden door can't represent Ye either." Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at the person in front of him and said in a deep voice.

In terms of representative, he only represents the Chinese martial arts family.

"This seat understands, the Beihai campaign is temporarily ceased."

"This matter, Huaxia Yinmen, owes the Dharma King Palace an explanation!" Yaofeng's eyes surged with purple light, and at the same time he took a deep look at Ye Fei.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.

In the midair of the battlefield, Ye Fei looked at the distant back of the person in front of him. After a long silence, he stopped thinking and disappeared into the midair at the same time.

The Battle of the North Sea seems to be over, but the hidden truth in it has just surfaced, and the words of Yaofeng from the Fawang Palace are constantly echoing in Ziyefei's mind.

(End of this chapter)