Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Hahaha... You're really smart. Unfortunately, it's too late." the young martial artist in black laughed and knew that Ye Feng had seen through his tracks, but he didn't deny it. He shouted coldly: "shopkeeper Xuan, you set up the array and I'll hold him."

The grey robed horse faced middle-aged man, who had not spoken, had a bloody war flag in his hand, and he waved it vigorously.

While waving, the battle flag was rapidly enlarged, and blood light flew out quickly, scattered around him with leaf maple as the center. On the four sides of leaf maple, a slightly smaller flag also appeared, which was quietly arranged there at some time.

The blood light connected these large and small flags together to form a light red curtain that enveloped the leaf maple.

The middle-aged man in gray robe and horse face never stopped talking. The light red mask became rich layer by layer. It looked like a red iron curtain. The young martial artist in black knew the strength of the iron curtain, smiled and relaxed a lot.

But soon, the smile on his face converged and turned into extreme shock.

Because ye Feng, who was covered by a red iron curtain light mask, stretched out his hand to draw a knife and hit with his backhand.

The blow seemed unimpressive, but the power contained in the sabre technique was great. Once the knife was released, the whole red iron curtain began to shake violently. The small flags arranged on the side of Ye Feng began to crumble, and there was a tendency to fly up by roots.

The middle-aged man with a gray robed horse face looked fierce, and the bloody battle flag in his hand shook violently, which stimulated several particularly strong blood lights. Only then did he appease the fluctuations borne by these small battle flags.

However, this is only the beginning.

As he was shrouded in the light curtain, Ye Feng also felt that the situation was slowly moving towards an unfavorable angle for himself. He could not be trapped here. Tiandi kill sent three congenital eight or nine experts here just to delay his time. There is no doubt that the person who really launched the killing move must be the master of virtual realm.

Although it is said that I killed the virtual realm master just now, the strength difference between the master and the master is 18000 miles. No one knows what kind of master I will be.

Ye Feng naturally doesn't want to take such a risk.

Before people arrive, we must break the red iron curtain and leave here as soon as possible.

Just now, Ye Feng only used 60% or 70% of his strength to shake the small flags around him. It seems that it is not very difficult to break the red iron curtain.

Ye Feng concentrated and calmed down. Yuan force in his body poured into his palm like a flood. The body of the broken knife became red in an instant. He aimed at the curtain above his head and made another knife.

Boom

There was a loud noise on the four sides, and there was a gap between the thickness of fingers at the force of the whole red iron curtain.

"No, shopkeeper Xuan, the boy's attack power is amazing. It seems that he can't be trapped by your xuanjie array alone. In this way, you remove one array flag and let me go in and delay for a while so that he won't go all out to break the array." the young martial artist in black frowned wildly.

If this trend continues, Ye Feng in the hood can cut open the iron curtain and get out of trouble without three or five knives.

It is said that the boy is very fast. If he can't keep him, he will be scolded by the superior.

Hearing the words of the young warrior in black, the middle-aged man in gray robe nodded without saying a word, held the right hand of the bloody war flag, and a small flag in front of him jumped up, revealing a gap for only one person to enter. The young warrior in black was vigorous and rushed into it.

The jumping flag was inserted back to its original position, and the whole array was running at high speed again.

"I was thinking about how to get out, but you came in?" seeing the young martial artist in black entering the light curtain, Ye Feng looked at him, grinned and showed a neat white tooth, "aren't you afraid of no return?"

"It's useless to say more. If you have the ability, take out all your strength and fight with me." the young martial artist in Black said, shaking his eyebrow stick, and the long stick trembled violently like a spring.

Then he let out a loud cry. With the sound of the broken silk, his clothes were directly shocked into pieces and scattered, revealing his strong muscles like granite.

The man doesn't look tall, but his muscles are perfect.

With the gathering of Yuan Li, his bones and joints broke out a light noise, and the green tendons on his skin were winding and twisted like earthworms, just like the bodybuilder of later generations.

"Boy, you say you can kill the virtual world? My strength is far from that of the virtual world Master. It depends on whether you have the ability to kill me!" the young warrior stepped forward and stepped down, directly stepping on the solid soil to make a deep footprint.

It seems that this person should be born with divine power and have great confidence in his own power.

Ye Feng had no time to entangle with him. He put away the shattering knife and took out a short iron bar that had not been used for a long time. He held it tightly in his right hand and rushed out quickly.

"Go to hell!" the young warrior slammed his feet on the ground, the rock he stepped on burst, and his body rushed up like a chariot.

"Drink!" the eyebrow staff clenched with both hands smashed down at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was suddenly not afraid. Speaking of strength alone, who was he afraid of in the virtual environment? At that moment, he kept walking, raised the short iron bar horizontally, and greeted the other party's smash without fancy.

"Boom!"

The huge impact force made the other party retreat a few steps, but Ye Feng directly stepped on the ground and fell into the ground. This blow did not use any martial arts and skills, but fought completely with physical strength.

And from the results, it is obvious that Ye Feng's strength surpasses the other side.

"What?"

The young martial artist was shocked and changed color. Since he became a martial artist, there has never been a martial artist of the same level who can match him in strength. I didn't expect that the boy in front of me had average cultivation, but his strength was so strong that he actually beat himself in the competition?

"Come again!" he shouted, then clenched his teeth, and a sense of anger rose in his heart.

Try to swing a stick again.

Ye Feng will not give in naturally.

There was another earth shaking noise. The Qimei stick collided with Ye Feng's short iron stick, making a sound of metal extrusion and deformation. The whole long stick was bent into a bow, as if it was overwhelmed and about to be broken.

Ye Feng's seemingly insignificant broken iron rod was intact.

The powerful forces collided and made the ground under their feet produce cobweb cracks. This time, in addition to the sudden retreat of their figure, the young warrior also had a cavity of hot blood shooting upward in his chest. Just when the hot blood was about to gush out of his mouth, the man made a hate, Shengsheng stopped and swallowed his mouth full of blood at the same time.

In this way, although there are no symptoms on the surface, the injuries to the viscera are not light when the Qi and blood are forcibly suppressed.