Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The battles lasted until dusk, and the other fighters participating in the city competition ended the competition.

For the onlookers on the surrounding high platform, seeing the fierce struggle between Ye Feng, Mo lengchang and Qinghua with their own eyes, the challenges behind seem dull.

"Next... At the beginning of the final, they still choose their opponents until the last three are determined."

Ding Mo also announced in an orderly manner, pushing the city ratio to a climax. After a fight, there are only eight left, which are the peak of the young generation in Xingguang city.

"Point the Chenlong of autumn sect and challenge the blood dragon flag Mo Xue!"

"Zhou Ruoyun, the giant spirit sword sect, challenges the city Lord's mansion Zhang song!"

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Another hour later, most of the martial artists have appeared, but no one has the courage to challenge Ye Feng, as if ye Feng did not exist in the final list.

In the end, there were only three people left.

They are... Mo lengdao from the blood dragon flag, Ning Yun from the extreme fire castle, and Zhou Ruoyun of the Juling sword sect.

Although the three sects are arrogant, they can become the strongest force in Xingguang city. Their strength is indeed not limited. They have knocked down all the other sects who participated in the war one by one. Many of them were injured or died, but as long as it does not involve the rules of competition, no one interferes.

They belong to the three schools. The eyes of the three people looking at Ye Feng are full of deep hatred.

"It seems... My pressure is not small!"

Ye Feng, whose eyes were half closed, opened his eyes. When he saw the hostile eyes, he smiled and jumped onto the martial arts competition field.

At the top of most Qifeng mountains, whistles and cheers sounded immediately. At the end of the final, there was a confrontation between Ye Feng and the three factions, which was a big scene that many martial artists wanted to see clearly.

The four sides suddenly became lively.

"I'm too lazy to waste time. You three... Might as well go together." Ye Feng swept his sharp eyes from the three, stood opposite them, hung his hands and said aloud.

"What?"

The three suddenly became angry.

This is red fruit. I don't pay attention to them at all.

"Ye Feng, you... You are too arrogant!" Zhou Ruoyun snapped at her with a sword. She hated Ye Feng to the bone. Her little lover was killed by the madman in front of her.

"The three of us represent the three major factions of the city. You humiliate the three of us, that is, you humiliate the three major factions of Xingguang city."

Extreme fire castle is rather cloudy and cold.

This man has a big arm and a round waist. He holds a long glass sword. He faces with a bit of ferocity. He has some intention, but he can't pull down his face for the time being.

"I don't want to humiliate you, but you... Are insulting yourself! Of course... If you don't want to fight me, you will admit defeat and step down. I, Ye Feng, will never embarrass you!"

With a flash of light, the heaven level spirit weapon mang killing knife appeared with thin light. Ye Feng flipped easily and comfortably. Seeing that the three people were badly defeated, there was a trend of biting steel teeth.

But they all know Ye Feng's power. Look at me and I look at you. No one dares to take the initiative to attack

"Ha ha, this is the style of the core disciples of the three sects? The three work together... They dare not challenge Ye Feng. It's a shame to lose them to grandma's house!"

"Be wise and protect yourself. Your brain is not funny. Don't waste time. Admit defeat and roll down!"

There was a roar of laughter on the surrounding high platforms, and other forces that had previously been defeated in the hands of the three factions were also constantly cynical.

The three martial arts sects looked gloomy and their eyes were burning. They wanted to stare Ye Feng to death.

"How can our three factions suffer such humiliation and fight with him?"

"Ye Feng, I cut you!"

Ning Yun waved the long glass sword in his hand and sobbed endlessly. Even though he was thick skinned and suffered such humiliation, he could not be restrained by turning a blind eye.

The three are the best among the younger generation. They run around Xingguang city on weekdays. Even some strong kings should praise their outstanding talents and great prospects in the face of the three factions.

Now they are like rats crossing the street. The eyes they see are full of contempt and ridicule. Under the huge psychological gap, they have lost their reason.

"Two senior brothers, let's kill him and wash away the humiliation for the three factions!"

Zhou Ruoyun knew that he was defeated, but the three shot greatly increased the hope of killing Ye Feng. After all, Ye Feng had consumed too much power against Mo lengchang and Qinghua just now, and it must be difficult to recover for a moment.

"Go... Kill him!"

Under the leadership of Zhou Ruoyun, Ning Yun and Mo Leng Tao summoned Yuan Li at the same time, and they were generally ferocious and killed Ye Feng.

"I've already let you three go together. It's a waste of time!"

Ye Feng, who smiled with indifference, was not afraid. Under the light lifting of his wrist, the original forces rushed into the sky like a torrent.

The three men's faces changed wildly, and their bodies retreated involuntarily. Zhou Ruoyun was even more pale, and the last hope in her heart was also dashed.

"What kind of means did the boy use? Why is this hegemonic force... Like infinity!"

It inspires vitality and armor to protect the whole body. Ning Yun's hands holding the glass long sword are trembling slightly. The breath erupted by Ye Feng makes him palpitation. In contrast, although the three people show the trend of joint pressure, the momentum falls in the wind.

How else?

"In the martial arts competition field, life and death are safe."

"Don't say I didn't remind you..."

The blade in his hand suddenly raised, and Ye Feng's momentum soared, frightening the three subconsciously to flee back.

At the thought of the scene that Ye Feng mercilessly killed several people on this martial arts competition platform, hearing such words again at the moment is like hearing the impermanent curse of death, which makes the three people despair.

"Admit defeat!"

When the three could not attack or retreat, Ning Shentong, the tall leader of extreme fire castle, stood up on the high platform. His face was as cold as a dark cloud.

"Ning Yun, you are not Ye Feng's opponent. It's useless to fight to the death. Admit defeat and step down."

"Disciple... Yes!"

It's really a shame to admit defeat without fighting, but Ning Yun breathed a sigh of relief when he heard master Ning Shentong say this sentence, and he felt like the rest of his life.

He very simply put away the glass long sword and threw a fist at Ding Mo on the side, "this fight, I'm very fire castle ningyun... Admit defeat!"

Mo ruthless and the heart killing sword master's eyes changed. They also got up to speak and made the same decision as Ning Shentong.

The three ended up separately, leaving Ye Feng alone standing proudly on the empty competition field, so as to look around.

Many martial arts watchers around made an uproar. The three admitted defeat, but they didn't attract too much ridicule. After seeing the previous war, everyone knows Ye Feng's terror. If they really want to fight hard, they may be broken by each one and take a small life.

The idea of war has been lost.

For them, surrender and surrender is the best end