Good Fortune Martial Emperor

Chapter 6 Decisive Battle on Dragon Tiger Terrace

On the Dragon and Tiger Stage, Ye Fengzhi's words were extremely arrogant.

If he doesn't come, Yang Zhenyu can live, if he comes, Yang Zhenyu will die.

There was constant laughter all around.

Who is Yang Zhenyu, a dual-fate soul monk, has entered the mysterious realm, and before awakening the second life soul, he was already recognized as No. 1 by the outer court.

Now that Zhang Yan is guiding his practice, his strength will definitely rise to another level.

As for Ye Feng, bearing the name of waste for six years, he probably broke the record of staying in the Qi training realm for the longest time in the mainland. Although it was suspected that his talent had returned, he started too late, the gap in realm was too big, and he failed to awaken the soul of life.

"Do you still want to use your tongue when you are about to die?" Yang Zhenyu's seemingly calm appearance was already filled with anger.

Six years ago, his brilliance was covered by Ye Feng, and six years later, Ye Feng left an indelible stain when he was at the happiest time in his life.

What is even more infuriating is that Ye Feng is still bragging about it now, as if his life was given by Ye Feng.

"In this case, let's prove it with strength." Yang Zhenyu stepped on his right foot, and his whole body was ignited with raging flames.

"I'll give you three moves, otherwise I won't be able to win by force."

Ye Feng gave up and said: "No need, you should do your best, otherwise others will say that I am invincible."

The people who watched the battle couldn't help laughing. He alone won't win by force.

Find a way to save your life first, let's talk about life and death on the dragon and tiger stage, if Ye Feng offended Yang Zhenyu so much, the latter would definitely not let him go.

The flames burning around Yang Zhenyu are like the anger in his heart.

"Do you think you are still the genius six years ago?" Yang Zhenyu roared, "Today I will let you experience the power of a monk of destiny."

As soon as he stepped on his feet, Yang Zhenyu rushed towards Ye Feng. Wherever he passed, the ground was scorched black.

The flaming fist blasted out, heading straight for Ye Feng's chest.

The scorching breath rushed towards his face, revealing the power of the Mysterious Realm. According to Yang Zhenyu's estimation, this punch was enough to instantly kill Ye Feng.

"Breaking the military!"

Suddenly, Ye Feng erupted with a sharp air, and a faint golden light ignited on his right hand. He also threw out a fist, which collided with Yang Zhenyu's fire fist.

The flame spread along Ye Feng's arm, but Ye Feng's skin was like fine steel, and the flame couldn't penetrate it.

But Yang Zhenyu felt a powerful force coming from Ye Feng's fist, as if it wanted to smash all obstacles.

The two broke up immediately, Yang Zhenyu took a step back, and Ye Feng took five steps back.

Although it seemed that Yang Zhenyu had an absolute advantage, everyone showed incredible expressions.

Yang Zhenyu is four realms higher than Ye Feng, even if he doesn't use the power of life soul, he can still be crushed by realms, but the result is unexpected.

At this time, a mark of a divine sword appeared on Ye Feng's forehead.

"That is, Fate Soul."

Yang Zhenyu stared at the mark, his eyes were about to burst into flames.

Ye Feng said: "Cultivator of Destiny, so I happen to be too."

After finishing speaking, Ye Feng rushed forward, punched Po Jun, and went forward without hesitation.

Ye Feng's realm is not as good as Yang Zhenyu's, so he cannot be given any chance to breathe.

"Even if you are a monk of destiny, waste is waste after all."

Yang Zhenyu waved his arms like two fire dragons.

"This is Pavilion Master Zhang's Yanlong Fist!"

"It seems that he really values ​​Yang Zhenyu."

A sharp-eyed person recognized Yang Zhenyu's boxing technique, which was one of Zhang Yan's unique skills. If he used it after reaching the Spiritual Dynamic Realm, he could even turn his spiritual power into a fire dragon.

Fearless of threats, Ye Feng turned into a sharp sword and rushed into the sea of ​​flames. The essence of Pojun Fist lies in his indomitable momentum. No matter what dangers are in front of him, he can smash them with one punch.

"kill!"

Yang Zhenyu showed a ferocious face, the two collided fiercely again, and the flame turned into a whirlwind and surrounded Ye Feng's body.

"This punch, even a normal Mysterious Realm wouldn't dare to resist, Ye Feng should have been burned to ashes." Yang Xuan smiled, and he naturally had confidence in his son's strength.

Zhang Yan stood on the stands, his eyes were solemn, others couldn't see it, but he was different.

In the flames, Ye Feng's figure could be clearly seen as motionless as a mountain, and at the same time, there was faint purple light flickering.

"not good!"

Just as Zhang Yan wanted to remind him, he saw a flash of thunder in the void, and a purple lightning fell on Yang Zhenyu's head with incomparable precision.

"Sky Strike!"

The flames dissipated, and there was a lightning mark on Ye Feng's forehead.

"Double Soul Destiny Cultivator, he turned out to be a Dual Soul Destiny Cultivator, how is this possible." Fang Qing stared blankly at the lightning mark, not knowing what it was like.

She originally had a marriage contract with Ye Feng's childhood sweetheart, but because she disliked Ye Feng's talent, she clings to the strong and commits herself to Yang Zhenyu, thinking that Yang Zhenyu is the one who can take her to the sky.

But now?

Ye Feng also awakened the twin souls, and Fang Qing could clearly remember that in the talent test six years ago, Ye Feng overwhelmed Yang Zhenyu with his superior aptitude in both martial arts and spells.

Now that the two people have the same life and soul, there is no need to explain which is better.

Because of her own selfishness, she abandoned Ye Feng in the most irreversible way, thinking that she was in the lap of a genius, and now, just because of face, Yang Zhenyu no longer talked to her.

If he had never let go of Ye Feng from the beginning, perhaps there would be two situations now.

"This kid hides really deep." In the stands, a burly man nodded and said with appreciation in his eyes.

Lord of the White Tiger Pavilion, Lou Zhan.

Six years of blank eyes, six years of silence, if you don't sing, you will be a blockbuster.

Everyone looked at Ye Feng on the Dragon and Tiger Stage, as if seeing the back of that talented genius six years ago.

"Six years of honor and disgrace, such a mind, is truly worthy of the name of a genius." Lou Zhan said with a smile.

Zhang Yan snorted coldly, and said, "So what if the talent is back, Zhenyu's realm is higher, and there is still no suspense in this decisive battle."

Lou Zhan smiled and said nothing, looked at Longhutai, thinking that maybe there might be surprises.

When the lightning fell, it didn't really hit Yang Zhenyu. He raised his right hand high, holding a fiery red long knife in his hand. It was this long knife that stopped Ye Feng's lightning.

The lightning that was enough to split a giant tree did not leave any marks on the knife.

"Spiritual Artifact Slashing Flame." Lou Zhan said to Zhang Yan, "You paid a lot of money."

Zhang Yan snorted, but did not answer. When Yang Zhenyu took out Zhan Yan and used the Heavenly Sword, he had already lost.

Facing a monk with a lower realm than himself, even if he is also a monk with dual souls and destiny, Yang Zhenyu should win with an absolutely crushing attitude, but he was forced to this step.

"Even if your talent returns, even if you are also a dual soul, you can't change the ending. Next, I will kill you!"

Yang Zhenyu swung the saber, the imprint of the heavenly saber flickered on his forehead, and resonated with Zhanyan in his hand, the flame soul was activated at the same time, a flame ignited on Zhanyan instantly, and the surrounding temperature suddenly increased.

With a slash, Ye Feng retreated violently. At the same time, the Sky Strike was launched, and purple lightning descended.

Yang Zhenyu waved Zhan Yan, the flames turned into a vortex, and the lightning couldn't get close at all.

"Sword come!"

Ye Feng roared into the distance, and then, a cold light pierced through the air, Ye Feng stretched out his hand, and caught a fine steel long sword.

A beautiful figure came from a distance with a scabbard in his arms, and everyone looked shocked when they saw Mu Yufei.

There is such a beauty in this world, and what is even more incredible is that such a beauty is actually used by Ye Feng as a maid holding a sword.

When Zhang Yan and Lou Zhan in the stands saw Mu Yufei, they almost stood still on the spot.

With Ye Feng holding a sword in his hand, his temperament suddenly changed. The long sword in white clothes was sharp and elegant.

His figure disappeared in an instant, and Yang Zhenyu slashed in the air with an infinitely powerful knife. Before he could be surprised, a fierce breath came from above.

"Flying down!"

A cold light flashed, and a sword came to the east!
Ye Feng's figure descended from the sky.

There was a burst of coldness on the neck, and Yang Zhenyu could clearly feel the sword energy blowing on his side.

As long as Ye Feng moved his hands, his head would have to be separated from his body.

Ye Feng's cold voice came from behind: "You lost!"

(End of this chapter)