Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The blade of the black frost Sabre sounded a whine, and the black air on it turned and wound, and suddenly turned into a black awn, surging towards the leaf maple.

"Iron blood Sabre technique."

"The iron family's Sabre technique can shock the mind and make people weak. People who are not strong enough in martial arts and Taoism will be completely restrained once they encounter this Sabre technique."

Seeing this scene, many people under the challenge arena changed their faces slightly.

This is the top level martial art of the iron family. Among the younger generation of the iron family, only tie Changkong has practiced this Sabre technique. It is said that this Sabre technique is powerful and makes people look at it in combination with the iron blood Sabre of the iron family.

Looking at the momentum of tie Changkong's sabre, it is obvious that this Sabre technique has been cultivated to a good level.

In the just two rounds of challenges, tie Changkong has never used this knife technique.

This knife carries an amazing momentum.

It seems that he really wants to defeat Ye Feng and give him extreme humiliation while abolishing Ye Feng.

"Ha ha, the boy was stunned." the iron dragon in the distance laughed wildly.

"My iron family's Sabre technique is powerful and vigorous, with an indomitable momentum. In particular, this set of iron blood sabres is unparalleled and can really shake people's hearts."

"I hope your cousin can be merciful. Don't kill him with a knife."

"Prince Xiao is right. Each of us should cut a knife on this leaf maple to repay the shame of the past."

Situ Ba also made an angry voice

Above the challenge arena, Ye Feng stood on his feet, feeling the black knife, but his face didn't change much.

As always calm.

"Who do you think you are? You want to press me?"

The corner of leaf maple's mouth lifted a curved arc.

When he first entered Xuanyuan's secret place, ye Chen collapsed on the spot in the face of Ding Rushan's thunder, but Ye Feng could bear it. How could he be shocked by the momentum inspired by a congenital martial artist?

At the moment of the black Dao Mang's sudden attack, suddenly, Ye Feng's feet moved, and there was also a long knife in his hands.

Then, a hot breath suddenly swept out of the blade.

Fire sabre, wildfire.

He held the knife in both hands, rolled it up and down, and a piece of purplish red light bloomed, like the flame of volcanic eruption, and then these purplish red lights swept out of the knife.

Under this hot breath, the void above the challenge platform is distorted and seems to be burned. It is difficult to bear this temperature.

"What a frenzy."

The stream of fire swept away, as if to burn everything.

Tie Changkong's pupils contracted. He only felt that as soon as the black awn excited by him approached the flame, he immediately made a nourishing sound, and there were signs of collapse.

A sense of danger rose from the bottom of his heart.

Let tie Changkong look tight and inexplicably feel a panic.

Boom

There was a loud noise, and the black awn and flame disappeared.

Tie Changkong took several steps back and almost fell from the challenge arena. Ye Feng, however, only flickered slightly.

The two stood high and made a judgment.

Whether it was cultivation or weapons in hand, tie Changkong had to surpass Ye Feng, but the consequence of fighting was that he fell behind, which made everyone on and off the stage uncontrollable and burst out bursts of screams.

"How? Can it be like this?" Mo Yixiao asked puzzled.

"Don't you think there is no doubt that you will win? I think the situation is very bad..."

Situ Ba also began to shake his head.

"Well... My eldest brother must be temporarily weak, let him relax his vigilance, think he has the upper hand, and then break out a blow to kill him." tie Hualong bited his lips and analyzed.

However, whether the analysis is right or not should be known by looking at his face of defeat.

"Hey..." Mo Yixiao sighed, reached out and touched a messenger, and quietly began to sound at the spell

……

The two people in the challenge arena stood face to face again. This time, tie Changkong finally took back the contempt on his face and completely burst out all his momentum.

I could feel his vitality rolling like waves and murderous spirit overflowing. Just facing him, I felt as if I was going to be drowned by the overwhelming evil spirit.

Iron family skill, iron blood and evil Qi.

Compared with the evil spirit of tie Changkong, Ye Feng is much more introverted.

His figure stood straight on the challenge arena, like a mountain peak, with a steady and solid sharp momentum.

It seemed that he heard the voice of his momentum being broken, and the skyward blood wave was cut open by the other party's long knife. Tie Changkong shouted angrily: "I didn't expect that you have some strength. You deserve my best. You are proud enough to force me like this."

The previous pairing actually fell below.

This is what tie Changkong didn't expect. At the moment, he must come up with all his means.

But he still has great confidence in himself.

Anyway, tie Changkong felt that he was much better than the boy in front of him in terms of cultivation and knife intention

"Is it useful just to talk? Come on!"

Ye Feng put on his eternal signboard smile.

Even if he had to face the iron sky with all his strength, he still had a smile on his face, and his expression was not startled or frightened.

"Boom!"

The blood gas filled the sky and seemed to wash away the air above the head. The strong vitality turned into clearly visible ripples and spread in all directions.

All the fighters below the challenge platform saw a dark red blood light on the platform, which covered the whole surrounding environment with a light blood color.

As if the void had become a sea of blood.

"The iron King's three moves, the first move, the broken knife is ruthless"

Holding the knife, tiechangkong gave a big drink. Suddenly, the black frost knife in his hand became bright, and the black fog wrapped around it became blood red at this moment.

A bloody dragon like blade, shining with black brilliance, shot away at Ye maple.

His first knife was infused with the "iron blood knife" condensed by himself. He was solemn and fierce, with a boundless domineering atmosphere, as if he had enveloped Ye Feng under the knife awn.

The broken knife is ruthless, ruthless, and the head is broken. If you cut it down, there will be no bones left.

The iron King's three moves, which are the most violent in the iron family, can only inspire the real power of the martial arts who refine the meaning of iron blood sword.

Among the younger generation of Tiejia, only tiechangkong can do it.

In the face of this sweeping and tumbling knife meaning, Ye Feng finally showed a rare dignity on his face.

If the previous tie Changkong made him unable to raise too much interest to deal with, then at the moment, Ye Feng began to take it seriously.

He poured the Yuan Li into the knife, and broke out the power of the martial arts. The essence of a fire element burst instantly. At the same time, Ye Feng rolled up the red waves and climbed steadily.

Kill with one knife