Good Fortune Martial Emperor

Chapter 41 The Battle of Fate
Situ Changkong, at the sixth level of the Spirit Wheel, is the top genius of Chu's younger generation, and his reputation is second only to Chu Tianxing.

His strength is not at the same level as Ling Ao who was defeated just now.

Aside from realm, even if Situ Changkong proclaimed himself to be at the same level as Ye Feng, he could still instantly kill Ling Ao.

The spirit array is recognized in the world as an artifact for leapfrog challenges.

There is a saying among the monks: Never underestimate the spiritual master because of his low level, otherwise he will pay an unbearable price.

And Situ Changkong is the only son of the formation god Situ Ce, and also his only successor. No one knows where his real limit is, because so far, no opponent has been able to force him to use his full strength.

Situ Changkong stood up slowly, with blue light shining on the soles of his feet, and two small spiritual formations supported his body and flew towards the stage in the center of the lake.

At this moment, everyone was watching, and even the guards around turned their eyes to this side.

There is no other reason, just because one of them is a descendant of Zhenshen, and the other is a disciple of Juggernaut.

In the previous generation, Array God and Sword Master were the legends of that era, and the contest between the two ended with Mu Chen's defeat.

Now, their descendants are also standing in opposing positions, as if they want to continue a battle arranged by fate.

Situ Changkong lightly landed opposite Ye Feng, he stood with his hands behind his back, he was not angry at Ye Feng's challenge, nor was he surprised that Ye Feng easily defeated Ling Ao.

To him, Ye Feng's strength is not important, because he has absolute confidence in himself.

"Today, you will continue your master's tragedy." Situ Changkong didn't look at Ye Feng directly, but said indifferently.

"Come on, today I will use this cold snow sword to break your spiritual formation."

With a whoosh, Ye Feng pulled out the Hanxue Sword from his waist, and he breathed out the bright sword energy, and his aura immediately became fierce.

"I also won't use power beyond the first level of agility." After Sima Changkong finished speaking, he laid out a spirit sealing array, sealing his spiritual power at the level of the first level of the spirit wheel.

He is more proud than Ling Ao, if he can't defeat Ye Feng in the same realm, doesn't it mean that the successor of the array god is not as good as the sword master?

An array flag flew out from behind Situ Changkong, fluttered in the wind, and turned into a length of hundreds of feet, covering most of the sky.

As soon as the formation flag came out, the surrounding aura immediately became active and gathered towards Situ Changkong. He stretched out his hand, and lines formed by condensed aura appeared in the void, overlapping and interlacing each other to form a mysterious and unusual pattern.

"This formation is called Water Dragon."

Just as Situ Changkong finished speaking, the large formation in the void was completely condensed and formed. With a bang, the void shook, and the originally calm lake surface began to boil.

Ye Feng saw a water-attribute power emanating from the spirit array, as if he had collected all the water spirit energy around him for his own use.

"This is the power of the spirit formation? I'm afraid that people below the fifth level of spirituality will not be able to shake this formation at all."

Ye Feng's expression became serious, and the Divine Sword Fate Soul flew out and attached to the Cold Snow Sword. Immediately, the sound of sword chant resounded all around, and with Ye Feng as the center, a whirlwind of sword energy blew up.

"kill!"

As soon as Situ Changkong pointed out, dozens of water jets shot up from the lake, turning into giant dragons and attacking Ye Feng with claws and teeth.

Every water dragon has the power to instantly kill ordinary first-level spirits.

The sword energy shot out everywhere, the cold snow sword turned into an afterimage, and the first three moves of the Nine Heavens Sword Art were used together. Countless sword energy condensed together and turned into a huge sword to protect Ye Feng's body in the center, and shot at Situ Changkong go.

One of the water dragons came head-on, Ye Feng did not dodge or dodge, the huge divine sword wrapped around his body and passed straight through, this water dragon turned into water mist all over the sky.

"Awesome!" Someone couldn't help but exclaimed.

Ye Feng continued to move forward, but Situ Changkong was still calm, he didn't even raise his eyelids, once he waved, the rest of the water dragons attacked Ye Feng together, and immediately surrounded Ye Feng.

The huge divine sword spun, clouds of water mist exploded, the water dragon and the divine sword dissipated at the same time, and Ye Feng's figure also fell to the ground.

At this time, the two were still tens of meters apart.

"That's all you have?" Ye Feng said.

"Don't think that you can be proud of blocking the next attack. What happened just now was just an appetizer." Situ Changkong said, "I said, today you will continue your master's tragedy."

After finishing speaking, Situ Changkong held it in the air, and countless water jets suddenly surrounded and surrounded Ye Feng, turning into a prison and trapping Ye Feng in the center.

Ye Feng swung his sword and slashed out, but the extremely sharp Hanxue sword slashed on the water prison, as if stuck in a quagmire, making it impossible to move an inch.

"Don't waste your efforts, this water prison, even if you hold the Frost Sword, you can't do anything, just destroy it in despair."

Then, Situ Changkong raised his right hand, the water aura was summoned, and it turned into a dragon-headed spear in his hand, the tip of the spear locked firmly on Ye Feng.

"That's it." Sima Changkong threw a spear, and the spear turned into a water dragon roaring towards him, but Ye Feng was trapped in the water prison, and it was difficult to even swing a sword.

Just when everyone thought Ye Feng would be here, a dark golden nine-story pagoda descended from the sky, and at the same time, Ye Feng's body also turned dark golden.

"Another Soul of Destiny!" On the shore, some people with weak concentration couldn't help but exclaimed.

The Futu Town Demon Tower and Ye Feng's body merged into one, making him look like a copper-skinned iron frame, indestructible.

I saw Ye Feng inserting the Hanxue sword into the ground, grasping the water prison with both hands, and with a long cry, he slowly pulled away the water prison that even the Hanxue sword could not cut through.

Afterwards, he quickly picked up the sword, raised his backhand towards the front, and a sword shot up from the ground.

Ye Feng directly resorted to the fourth form of the Nine Heavens Sword Art, drawing mountains and rivers.

The sword energy collided with the water dragon, making a huge explosion sound, the stage shook unceasingly, and the sky was obscured by the mist of water.

Sima Changkong finally showed a serious look on his face. His attack just now was enough to kill a monk in the sixth level of spirituality, but Ye Feng broke through it.

And more importantly, Ye Feng's figure disappeared into the mist.

"Yunyao sword song! The first form! Moonlit night!"

Before Sima Changkong had time to react, he felt an extremely tyrannical mental force invade his mind.

"Second Form! Spring Rain!"

Sima Changkong secretly murmured that something was wrong, but an image of young men and women getting acquainted with each other involuntarily appeared in his mind.

He seemed to see Chu Weiwei's figure, but the man in the picture was not him, but Ye Feng.

"The third form! Flame!"

Ye Feng's voice was pervasive, and Sima Changkong saw Ye Feng and Chu Weiwei's bodies being entangled and intertwined with each other in the blazing fire of love.

"Impossible, I killed you, a pair of dogs!"

Sima Changkong's sudden loss of control shocked everyone. Everyone didn't know what happened on the stage. They just saw Ye Fengwu perform a set of beautiful sword art. From his body, faint ripples spread out, covering Sima Changkong.

In the void, the water dragon spirit array lost control, and the lake returned to calm.

I saw Ye Feng walking towards Sima Changkong step by step with his sword in hand, but the latter froze on the spot as if he had lost his soul, motionless.

Ye Feng wanted to raise his hand to understand this fateful struggle, but suddenly, a majestic voice sounded in his mind: "Stop!"

The sound was like thunder from the nine heavens, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of Ye Feng's throat, and the artistic conception of Yunyao's sword song dissipated.

Sima Changkong woke up instantly. Seeing Ye Feng standing in front of him with a pale face, he pressed his palm on Ye Feng's chest without hesitation, and then Ye Feng's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Chu Qianfeng stood up and announced, "Changkong, you have won."

(End of this chapter)