Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Cut."

A low voice sounded and fell. The black long sword in Feng zhuihua's hand intersected with the moon burning knife, and a sound of shock broke out.

Boom

Space vibrates as if the whole world is about to collapse.

Then, the sound of clicking suddenly sounded, and a series of clear sounds suddenly sounded in the dark space around Ye Feng, which sounded like broken glass. With the falling of the sound, the "prison of dark shadows" shrouded on the four sides finally dissipated into nothingness, and the body shape of wind chasing China appeared in front of Ye Feng again.

"You... How do you know I'm there!" Feng zhuihua's face changed and his eyes stared at Ye Feng.

Shrouded in his own "dark shadow prison", it was dark all around. Ordinary people couldn't see the movement around, but the leaf maple was like God's help. With one blow, he forced himself to take shape, and then broke the "dark shadow prison".

"Can't see clearly, can't you? But don't you know there's another thing called mental power?"

Ye Feng hung a trace of disdain and smile. While talking, the moon burning knife in his hand was slowly raised. Wisps of knife meaning and fire Yuan gas began to flow out of his body and slowly gathered on the blade.

"Hum."

After Feng zhuihua's aftertaste, he really didn't expect that Ye Feng's martial arts talent was amazing, and even his spiritual power was so strong.

After a heavy cold hum, the artistic conception of wind attribute emerged again. Different from before, this time the wind chasing China can be regarded as going all out. The strong momentum is obviously much stronger than before in terms of quantity and quality.

"Kill!"

Their attacks fell almost at the same time.

Obviously, after several previous attempts, they both know a lot about each other and know that if they don't take the most powerful means, they may suffer a big loss under each other's hands.

So this time, although the momentum was earth shaking, the martial arts skills they played were simple and direct without any fancy. But it is in this simple attack that there is a palpitating danger.

As Ye Feng gathered the huge fire yuan Qi on the moon burning blade, the blade seemed to be activated, from which a flame dragon was transformed.

"Sing..."

The Dragon opened its teeth and claws. After making an earth shaking sound in mid air, it rushed straight to the wind to chase China.

When Feng zhuihua shook his eyelids and clenched his teeth, a mouthful of blood essence spewed out from the tip of his tongue. At the same time, the long sword stirred in his hand, and the breath rolled together on all sides. Soon, it also formed a green wind dragon.

Next moment!

The two different dragon shadows collided with each other. Almost at the same time, Ye Feng's figure also stepped out of a residual shadow at an unpredictable speed and rushed towards the wind chasing China.

Boom

There was a huge fluctuation of vitality in the air, and all kinds of burst sounds were like ripples. Except Yan Siya, others couldn't stand and retreated one after another.

Relying on Yuan Li alone, Ye Feng is obviously not enough to follow the trend and fight against China.

Not long after the two dragon shadows intertwined, the flame dragon he transformed gradually dissipated, while the wind dragon chasing China prevailed, quickly blowing the fire dragon into a residual vitality and scattered into the void.

"Ha ha..."

"Boy, it's only half empty. Compared with Uncle Feng, you're not as good as... Die..." Feng zhuihua laughed and sneered, but at the next moment, he noticed something bad.

Because ye Feng's figure had already disappeared in front of him.

"Eh... Where are the people?"

"What if Yuan Li is strong?" Ye Feng's voice suddenly sounded behind him. "The world of martial arts is not that the stronger yuan li is, the stronger the strength is. Many times, it depends on whether you are smart enough..."

There was a crackling sound of bone cracking, which sounded like in my ears. It was obvious that the distance between the two was close.

The wind chased Hua and turned around in panic.

Just before he saw Ye Feng's appearance, the next moment, an arm containing great power hit directly, rammed on Feng zhuihua's chest, and the powerful force passed through his body.

Pa

The back clothes burst.

Feng zhuihua's whole person was like a dull person. He made a "Er Er" sound in his mouth. There were wisps of blood gushing out of it. At the same time, all his eyes, nostrils and seven orifices were soaked with blood. There was unspeakable fear and disbelief on his face.

Ye Feng raised his hand and punched again.

"Bang..."

Feng zhuihua's body flew into the air, and the whole chest was concave. The bones, muscles and internal organs in the chest were all shocked into powder.

With a slap, his body fell heavily to the ground, lying there with violent convulsions, and his breath was exhausted to the extreme.

Master Xu Jing has strong vitality. Under such circumstances, he did not die immediately. Even as long as he has the magic medicine to heal the injury, he can recover the injury.

Although the wind chasing China on the ground is dying, it has not died immediately.

He struggled to reach out a hand and took out a bottle of pills, as if he wanted to swallow it.

But at the moment, Ye Feng has come over expressionless. Seeing the killing opportunity contained in Ye Feng's eyes, Feng zhuihua's eyes can only show a strong color of reluctance and despair.

Half an hour ago, Feng zhuihua never thought he would end up like this.

A small martial artist whose accomplishments are much lower than him, a person who doesn't even let him pay attention, has beaten him seriously, and he can kill himself at any time if he wants.

Ye Feng is indeed a rare martial genius.

If I had known this, why should I listen to Liu Shuyu and come here to kill Ye Feng?

Seeing Ye Feng walking towards him step by step, Hou Feng chasing China naturally became very frightened.

All along, he thought that their Tianji hall was the first sect of the seven holy places, and he was also the elite of Tianji hall. He looked down on the martial artists of any other sect, but now... He felt that the boy coming towards him was the real favorite of heaven and a peerless talent.

"You... Can't kill me." the flame of survival lit up in his eyes and reluctantly looked up at Ye Feng.

Hearing this, Ye Feng's mouth showed a trace of invisible irony.

What's the matter? Every warrior who is about to be killed by himself will say such a sentence. Do they really think that the sun of the world revolves around them?

He did not nod or shake his head, but looked at Feng zhuihua with great interest and asked Feng zhuihua to continue.

Seeing the ironic color in Ye Feng's eyes, Feng zhuihua's face is hot at the moment, as if he was slapped, but now his life is completely in Ye Feng's hands. Even if he is angry, it doesn't help