Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The next day, Ye Feng came to the main courtyard as usual.

After yesterday's round of competition, the top ten of the Kendo conference have been produced.

From today on, it will be the battle to win the championship.

Many other disciples in the top ten do not hope for the first place.

After all, there is Sikong Changsheng in charge. No one dares to say that they can win the first place from him, enter the top ten and become an external disciple of Xuanyi sect. They are satisfied.

Therefore, many people began to abstain in today's competition and did not do this meaningless dispute.

Therefore, Ye Feng, Mo Chengkong, Xie Cheng and Si Kong Changsheng automatically advanced to the next round.

Another day later.

"After many days of competition, now there are only five people left. According to the original regulations, it was necessary to draw lots to determine the vacancy quota today, but... I changed my attention temporarily."

On the challenge arena, Li Jiutian, who presided over the conference, stood up and spoke for the first time.

The remaining five people fight in pairs. One person is destined to be empty. For the sake of fairness, the person who is empty needs to be determined by drawing lots.

Once you have good luck, drawing the vacant quota means directly promoting to the top three.

"I think it's unfair to draw lots to determine the vacancy quota. Strength is strength. Only with strength can you advance to the next round. Luck should not be involved."

Li Jiutian stood on the challenge arena, looked down at the people below and said in a cold voice: "therefore, the president decided to be the first in the Kendo conference and compete in the form of scuffle."

"What!"

"Scuffle?!"

"What kind of scuffle?"

Li Jiutian said this once, and everyone under the stage was in an uproar. Many people whispered and talked one after another.

Li Jiutian's body erupted into a wave of terror, and everyone trembled, and the voice of discussion immediately calmed down.

"Scuffle is that the remaining five people come to power together and fight in disorder."

"No matter what method or means you use, Dean, as long as you can knock your opponent off the challenge arena or admit defeat directly, you will win. The longer anyone can persist in the scuffle, the higher the ranking will be until only the last person is standing on the stage."

"That man is the first in this Kendo conference. He can directly advance to the inner door and enjoy supreme glory."

Li Jiutian looked cool and said in a loud voice, "now, the contestants come on stage and the scuffle begins!"

There are no rules of scuffle in previous Kendo conferences. As the host of this Kendo conference, Li Jiutian has an absolute right to speak. No one dares to refute her.

As Li Jiutian's voice fell, Sikong Changsheng, Ye Feng, Mo Chengkong, Xie Cheng, and a disciple of another courtyard called Zuo Xuan jumped onto the platform.

The five people on the stage, except Ye Feng, all have more than eight times the king's territory.

Even the man named "Zuo Xuan" has a much better cultivation than Ye Feng.

"Ha ha, boy, I didn't expect to meet you so soon..."

Xie Cheng went on stage and sneered at Ye Feng. It seemed that the fire of hatred in his eyes was about to burst out.

A few days ago, Xie Cheng took the opportunity to humiliate Ye Feng. Instead, he was humiliated in public. In his heart, he had identified the owner of the incident

Mou, it must be Ye Feng.

If it were not for Ye Feng, it would not lead to a sharp decline in the reputation of the Xie family.

"Oh? It seems that you are in a hurry to die?" Ye Feng smiled faintly.

He said at the beginning, don't let yourself meet Xie Cheng.

If he really meets this person, he doesn't mind letting other martial artists know and what will happen if he annoys himself.

"Boy, if you dare to be rampant when you die, I'll kill you first."

Xie Cheng was furious and shouted, "Zuo Xuan, join hands with me to kill the boy first!"

Before his voice fell, people had rushed to Ye Feng first.

This is Zuo Xuan's other disciples. Obviously, they passed through Xie chenggou in advance and moved together after hearing it.

Two people, one left and one right, approached at high speed and blocked Ye Feng's retreat.

In a corner of the challenge arena not far away, Sikong Changsheng looked at the scene coldly.

He didn't mean to do it.

Since it's a scuffle, whoever starts first will suffer. Even if he has absolute confidence and can defeat all the people present, he doesn't want to be a leading bird.

Let Xie Cheng and Ye Feng consume some yuan force. Isn't it just right for him?

"Brother ye, let me help you!"

Seeing Xie Cheng and Zuo Xuan rushing to Ye Feng, Mo Chengkong immediately stood up and said.

The last time Ye Feng saved his life, he also had a good feeling for Ye Feng. Now it's time to repay his kindness.

Ye Feng smiled calmly and said, "just two losers. I'm enough to clean up alone."

Before he finished, Ye Feng took out a short iron stick in his hand.

"Boy, if you dare to despise me, you will pay the price today!"

"Ah..."

Xie Cheng gave a loud roar, which shocked people's hearts. Then there was a flame rising on him. The red flame could burn all the common things in the world.

In a flash, he was wrapped in fire and stepped towards Ye Feng.

Every time Xie Cheng passed, there would be a footprints on the ground that were blackened by the fire. After three steps, he had bullied Ye Feng.

The flame triggered by the "formula of burning heaven and God" is attached to Xie Cheng's fist and falls with a terrible temperature.

At the same time, Zuo Xuan on the other side also made a move.

He stretched out his hand, and several javelins were summoned by him and suspended in front of him.

When the palm shakes, he has grabbed one of them and hurled it at Ye Feng.

The piercing sound broke the air, like a sudden appearance of thunder, straight to Ye Feng's head.

In an instant, Ye Feng has fallen into the siege of two people.

There is no escape, no escape.

Even if he can avoid Xie Cheng's bombardment, he will inevitably fall into Zuo Xuan's Javelin attack.

At the moment, the situation is dead.

Earlier, Li Jiutian said that people on stage were allowed to use various methods to win. Although she did not say that she could kill people on stage, almost everyone understood that Li Jiutian's sentence was equivalent to allowing people on stage to kill people.

It is precisely because of this that Xie Cheng and Zuo Xuan dare to be so unscrupulous.

As soon as he came up, he used his strongest means to kill Ye Feng.

Looking at the flame burning before his death, Ye Feng took a step back and poured all his strength into the short iron bar in his hand.

In an instant, the originally light short staff was as heavy as a thousand.

Then, his eyes were cold and a stick was suddenly waved.

"Boom..."

It was like a thunderbolt exploding. The short stick filled with all the strength of Ye Feng made the sound of thunderstorm.

It forms a terrible air wave at the place where it swings, making the red flames in front retreat one after another.

Even Xie Cheng, who was in mid air and punched Ye Feng, couldn't help but stagger and fly out by the air wave.

Before he hit Ye Feng, he was shocked and flew. The onlookers under the stage couldn't help shouting.

Will the eight martial arts in the king's territory be shaken away by the air wave alone?

Ye Feng's explosive power is too scary.

"It's just a short stick, but it's three feet long. It can send out such a terrible power!"

"The things in Ye Feng's hands are really evil."

"The main thing is that this son's body is strong. If he guesses correctly, his body may have reached the realm of divine courage."

“……”

Ye Feng shook Xie Cheng away with a stick. Without stopping, he immediately performed Kunpeng's nine day body method. His body left a residual shadow in place, easily avoiding the javelin attack of Zuo Xuan. At the same time, he was like Zuo Xuan himself in the distance.

Seeing this, Zuo Xuan was frightened to the core.

He could easily crack such a cold killing attack?

This

In panic, Zuo Xuan grabbed the previous javelin again and wanted to throw it at Ye Feng.

However, Ye Feng's speed is so fast that before Zuo Xuan moves, his figure has appeared in front of Zuo Xuan.

"Have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag?"

Ye Feng laughed.

The iron fist blew out and printed it firmly on Zuo Xuan's cheek. It directly broke Zuo Xuan's whole head, spit a blood line, and flew out horizontally.

With one punch, he defeated the top five Zuo Xuan.