Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

After one hit, the nine short swords seemed to lose all their strength and fell to the ground.

Unwilling to catch up with the cloud, the wind reluctantly stretched out his hand. Strangely, he actually regained control of the nine star Lianzhu sword.

They were combined into a long sword in an instant. However, his right shoulder was pierced by the sword Qi, and his power of holding the sword was greatly reduced. The wind chased the cloud, gritted his teeth, handed the sword to his left hand, and hurriedly made a move.

"Boom..."

Under the intersection of swords and swords, after a series of setbacks, the wind chased the clouds, and was cut into the air by the "flame rising to the sky" erupted by Ye Feng.

Until he hit the back stone wall, the wind chased the cloud and stopped his figure. He couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

At the moment, Feng zhuiyun, the elite disciple of Tianji hall, is the first of the four little geniuses. His face is tired. With anxiety and blood stains, he has long lost his previous Fengyi divine posture.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly found a healing pill in the storage ring and swallowed it.

Will Colin Turk and Ye Feng sit and watch him absorb the medicine quietly?

The two figures wound up like tarsal maggots. At this time, Lin Tujue had taken back the ragged dust and rusty long sword, pulled up the bright sword flower, and made a move of "star falling thunder gate" to chase the cloud face gate to the wind.

The sword technique of this move is simple and direct without complicated changes. It looks ordinary, but the power it carries is not ordinary.

The thunder is rolling and the stars are shining. It has the momentum of running like thunder.

Ye Feng is the "lion rage" in the "king of beasts boxing". For a time, his boxing skills are like the wind, like a lion in the field, like a fierce tiger standing proudly in the mountains and forests, and he is extremely aggressive.

Feng zhuiyun gritted his teeth and kept moving. However, in addition to the serious injury on his body, the consumption of Yuan force had made him almost to the situation that the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry. After a few moves, he was hit by Lin Tujue's sword again, and his figure retreated wildly. It seemed that it was very difficult to even stand.

"Wuji junior brother! If you don't help me again, it will be too late. Once they kill me, will they let you, the disciple of Tianji hall?"

The wind chased the cloud, retreated and drank fiercely to le Wuji, who stood far away to watch the war.

In his words, there is an obvious element of attracting fire. The evil water leads East. He wants to drag Le Wuji into the battle vortex together.

After listening to his words, Le Wuji seemed to be moved. He nodded and walked forward with a cold look. Suddenly, he flashed black and hit a heavy punch here.

The wind chased the cloud and was secretly happy.

As long as Le Wuji can make a move, whether he entangles Lin Tujue or Ye Feng, he can greatly reduce his pressure. He only needs a incense stick, which is almost enough to recover his strength and injury. In this way, there seems to be some turning points. Obviously, he has not fallen into the situation of eternal doom.

However, his joy lasted only one second.

The next moment, the wind chased the cloud, and his stunned eyes stared out.

Because he found that the music he excited was traceless, and he did hit a fierce punch, but the target of that punch was his wind chasing cloud himself.

There was a dark and terrible evil spirit. There was a sad and fierce cry in the boxing style. It was strange and unpredictable. The strength contained in this fist was also strange and powerful. It was not any boxing technique in the Tianji Hall of Le traceless cultivation.

How... Did this happen?

Is this "Le Wuji" not his younger martial brother "Le Wuji" at all?

At this moment, the wind chasing the cloud can only do nothing but be surprised and angry.

The black gas attack came in an instant. From "Le Wuji" to hitting the body of Feng zhuiyun, it was only in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, Feng zhuiyun thought that "Le Wuji" was very strange and had a sense of vigilance in his heart.

With his fists, he staggered back and was agitated by the surging black air.

Things can't be done.

With a sweep of his eyes, Feng zhuiyun looked at the transmission array not far behind him. When he was still hesitating whether to leave, two figures of Ye Feng and Lin Tujue had come after him.

"Lin Tujue, surnamed ye... You wait for me."

"If you don't report here, Feng will swear not to be a man..."

Finally, he glanced at "Le Wu trace", and the wind chased the cloud. His eyes swept towards Lin Tujue and Ye Feng. His eyes were sinister and fierce, with strong reluctance. There was no gentleman's style in the past.

After a fierce scold, the wind chased the cloud and turned into the transmission array.

He knew that if he didn't go again, he might even have to explain his old life here.

What is the son of luck and what is the important task of the sect? At this moment, naturally, life is not important in his heart

Feng chased the cloud and fled into the transmission method array and left the underground dragon tomb. Ye Feng asked himself that if he used the "Kunpeng nine day body method", there were some opportunities to leave him, at least make him hurt more seriously, and even destroy his martial arts foundation.

But in the end, Ye Feng still did that. On the one hand, in order to compete for this lucky son, we don't have to kill them all; The biggest reason is that "Le Wuji" is unknown. Although Tang Qingqiu fell behind, he is far from having the power to fight back. He wasted too much energy on the wind chasing the cloud, resulting in great future trouble.

Of course, in the face of the "cruel words" thrown down when the wind chased the clouds and fled, Ye Feng took it as the wind in his ear.

He is not afraid that this person will come to seek revenge in the future. His strength is advancing by leaps and bounds every day. Today, although he can defeat him together with Lin Turk, he may have enough ability to defeat him alone next time.

Leaving the wind chasing the clouds can even encourage yourself.

This is Ye Feng's way. He pursues the road of martial arts, but asks for a clear conscience and will never have any fear.

After thinking for a while, Ye Feng turned his eyes to "Le traceless", which made Ye Feng very confused.

There was no him among thirty people who entered underground dragon tomb. Did he also come in with the a messenger like himself?

Moreover, the fist he just hit on the wind chasing the clouds was awe inspiring and infinitely strange. It was not the move used by "Le Wuji" that Ye Feng had seen before. From the black air, it was somewhat similar to the martial arts of the demon sect.

Is it as like as two peas of music, that is, the same as music before?

But are there two as like as two peas? Even the twin brothers can't be so similar, can they? If it wasn't le wutrace, who would it be?

For a moment, Ye Feng's heart was full of deep doubts