Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Mo Yixiao and situ Ba also showed light in their eyes.

As for Han Chong, the three princes and other martial artists in Tianyuan Prefecture, they squeezed a cold sweat for Ye Feng.

They have never seen Ye Feng suppressed like this.

"Tie Changkong is going to win. He's playing the iron King's three moves of the iron family. Ye Feng can't resist the second move alone. The third move is more powerful than the analogy. How can Ye Feng take it?"

"Well, his good luck has come to an end. After all, he has only one innate weight. If he is well trained, Ye Feng may be qualified to show his style in the next round of Wuzhong of the four nations association in ten years."

Many martial artists said so.

Only prince Qi and martial arts experts like Fang Tianlei could see that Ye Feng's behavior had retreated without confusion, and there was no panic at all. Even his face, which had turned into a dignified face, had once again appeared a signboard smile.

Prince Qi shook his head, his eyes shining.

Ye Feng, it can be said that he has basically won this game.

"Boy, you have the ability to take my last knife."

Look obviously weak, a lot of iron Changkong gnash his teeth and say.

Only he knew that the first two knives didn't hurt Ye Feng. What price would he have to pay if he wanted to use the third sword of the iron King's third style?

It's just that the arrow is on the line and has to be fired. It's impossible to be forced to such a situation without a third knife.

While talking, he spewed out several mouthfuls of blood essence, his breath suddenly climbed to the extreme, and his yuan strength broke out. He held the black frost knife high above his head with both hands. With the prosperity of the knife, his yuan strength rushed to the knife in his hand like a flood that opened the gate.

Ye Feng can clearly feel that the yuan force, momentum and even blood gas accumulated in tiechangkong are declining rapidly.

It can be said that this knife almost drained everything in tiechangkong, making all his energy and spirit integrated into the black frost knife. It can be imagined how tragic the power can be.

Just less than a breath, the tall figures in the iron sky have shrunk by several inches. They suddenly rise from meridians, in which blue and black blood flows. At this moment, he has instilled all his mind into this knife.

Put all your eggs in one basket.

"If you die, the iron king will kill you - break the heaven and earth..."

With only the strength left, he gave a loud roar, and the iron long sword burst out in his empty hand. The whole challenge arena was completely shrouded by this sword. It seems that if the sword goes on, the challenge arena will no longer exist.

Even the judges next to them subconsciously jumped out of the challenge arena and didn't dare to leave more time.

"Roar!"

With a loud and clear dragon chant, the blade ran straight into the sky. Countless people around were shocked, and everyone's face suddenly changed.

Under the challenge arena, Mo Qingfeng rarely shows a trace of dignity.

Everyone is guessing this question: how should we deal with this knife if we change it to ourselves?

Soon these people found that in the face of this earth shaking knife, don't say to resist, even if it is evasion, they can't do it.

Because, in the congenital stage, I'm afraid no one's body method can match the sabre volley.

"Ye Feng, you must die!"

"Unfortunately, under this knife, I'm afraid he will be dead."

"It's cheap for him to cut him to death. Originally, the Prince wanted to humiliate and torture him and cut him into a stick."

Tie Hualong, Mo Yixiao and situ Ba all clenched their fists, looked nervous, and looked at Ye Feng on the stage without blinking.

Unfortunately, they could not see any fear from Ye Feng's face.

Ye Feng doesn't have much pressure in his heart.

The power may destroy the sky and the earth if it has been prepared for too long, but it lacks due dexterity and can't kill people, then everything is empty.

Powerful? We can not answer.

It's not that you have to take the knife.

If it is someone else, perhaps on the narrow challenge platform, it is difficult to avoid the attack of opening the iron sky.

But Ye Feng is different. He has a heavenly body method. Kunpeng is nine days away. He can go and stay. He is so confident.

At the moment when the sword came, Ye Feng stepped out step by step, and Kunpeng's nine day body method was unfolded. In situ, all he left was a separated shadow.

His figure was so fast that it was almost invisible. Therefore, except for some people with good eyesight, all the people watching the war just saw Ye Feng standing on the stage, as if he had reluctantly made a counterattack.

Hiss

After a long sound, Su Sha Dao directly chopped the "leaf maple" into countless pieces. The clouds were light and the wind was light. The whole leaf maple disappeared directly as if it had disappeared.

"Awesome!"

There was a sensation around

"Incredibly... Cut Ye Feng into Qiu powder? There's not even a bone left? This knife..."

"Can I still absorb each other's blood essence? Why didn't I even see the scene of blood gushing?"

"Although this knife is very strong, it seems a little unreasonable."

……

There was a rolling sound of discussion under the stage. Tie Changkong, who couldn't continue to stand, closed his eyes and listened. Even if he was weak, he still had uncontrollable excitement in his heart.

Just now, this knife completely hurt his vitality. It was almost impossible for him to continue fighting and get the quota of the four countries' martial arts.

But it's all over.

Ye Feng is dead. He has protected the face of the iron family and avenged his cousin tie Hualong. But the price is also huge. In order to stimulate the last knife, I have to repair it for at least half a year to recover.

Whether to earn or lose is a confused account. Even he is not sure.

Forget it, now that it's over, he'd better go back to the iron house for rest as soon as possible. He struggled to open his eyes and planned to call the iron family disciples to escort him back to the house.

Just at this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly came into my ears.

Tie Changkong opened his eyes in a hurry. What he saw in front of him made him unable to hold on any longer. With a plop, he knelt down on one knee with a long knife in his hand.

Surprise, confusion, consternation, fear

Endless negative emotions appeared in tie Changkong's eyes, because he saw that Ye Feng, who should be killed by himself, actually stood in front of him with a smile on his face.

Not even half of the fur was cut.

"You..." he ejected a few mouthfuls of blood essence.

"For the sake of begging for mercy on your knees, forgive your death!" Ye Feng said faintly, in a clear and loud voice.

There was another sensation around

Tie Changkong knelt down and begged for mercy? Ah, iron house, this time it's a fall down.

The face of thousands of years of aristocratic family has disappeared.

"I didn't..." tie Changkong struggled to distinguish, but Ye Feng interrupted him. "However, the capital crime is avoidable, and the living crime is inevitable. I will abolish your cultivation as the price for your offending me, Ye Feng."

"Don't... referee! I admit defeat."

Tie Changkong's eyes were wide open, and his bloodless face was as white as snow.

He never thought that Ye Feng would not let him go when he was miserable in such a situation