Supreme Medicinal God

Ye Feng sneered: "It's the same old one again. This trick was broken by me before. Now it's used again. It's still useless."

Huanzun sneered: "Really, then you give it a try."

The four phantoms rushed towards Ye Feng together. Ye Feng's wrist shook, and the thunder sword burst into dazzling sword light, but Ye Feng found that his wrist was wrapped in a soft rope, and he couldn't raise his hand.

He was shocked and realized that the power of thought was so powerful.

He found Wang Fei sneered.

Wang Fei sneered with pride: "What's wrong, use the flying sword, I heard that your flying sword is very beneficial, use it, I see how you use it."

Wang Can said flatteredly: "The second brother's mind has become more refined, and this kid can't move."

It turned out to be the bondage of Mozism's ideas.

The power of Mo Yizong is not only their magic fist. It is a unique skill in the demon martial arts world. There is also a unique skill that some masters of the Mozu can't compete with, it is their powerful mental power.

Especially masters like Wang Fei and Sovereign King who care about their Demon Venerable level, the power of thought can kill people invisible, and they can kill people without knowing it.

Ye Feng felt that there was a tremendous force that bound his hands and could not move for a while. With this opportunity, Yuzun had already rushed over the four figures, and thousands of fist shadows hit Ye Feng firmly.

Across the distance, you can hear the crackling of fists hitting Ye Feng.

Those human slaves who understood Ye Feng were nervous for Ye Feng. Their eyes were full of worry and sorrow, and the scene of Ye Feng being beaten with blood was dying.

But Ye Feng still has a smile on his face, and his whole body is like the sun, emitting a dazzling golden light.

When faced with an attack, Ye Feng's aura shield on his left wrist instantly radiated golden light. The greater the external attack, the more radiant the golden light.

Magic Venerable is Demon Venerable, and his fist sounds so fast.

Ye Feng felt that the whole body had been attacked by tremendous force, and the Aura Shield was almost smashed. Fortunately, he transported the body spirits to the Aura Shield, which gave the Aura Shield a supernatural power.

Although Ye Feng's hands couldn't move, the flying sword in his hand still glowed with golden light, like a golden lightning bolt, shot towards the Magic Venerable.

Ye Feng has seen through the illusion of Illusion Zun with the eyes of Zhiming God. Of the four figures, two are false and two are true. Thunder Sword shoots directly at the two real bodies.

Huanzun secretly panicked, but he was attacked by ten layers of strength, Ye Feng actually took it all, and could also send flying swords. He could not help but glance at Wang Fei with doubt.

Wang Fei felt the dissatisfaction in the eyes of Huanzun, and he was helpless. He had used ten layers of mental power to control Ye Feng's hands, but he couldn't control Ye Feng's mind.

Ye Feng's flying sword does not require hands, but with thoughts, so the flying sword continues to fly, which is beyond the control of his mind.

A glimmer of light flashed in Wang Can's hand, a grin on the corner of his mouth, and a black iron demon spear was already in his hand.

He shot Ye Feng's chest fiercely.

"It's a demon demon, his hands are bound, and he can use the flying sword, try the magic spear."

Wang Can is the three masters of Mo Yizong, but his demon skills are far worse than that of Da Dang and Er Dang, only a little higher than the master nephew Wang Meng. His center of gravity is all in Demon Entertainment City .

He didn't really like to practice the magical power of the Magic Sect, so his master weapon was the magic spear, and the cultivation was only the cultivation of the magician level six.

Ye Feng sneered. He has a principle. In any situation of encirclement, the best way to crack is to start with the weakest link first. Among the three people in front of him, Wang Can is the weakest.

Ye Feng knows how hard he is, even if he breaks through the shackles of thought, he will continue to be influenced by the feudal lord Wang Fei's shackles of thought, so he simply lets Wang Fei use his shackles to tie his hands.

Because his hands are tied, it does not affect his thunder sword, nor does it affect the use of Shenlong Shuo.

His wrist shook and Shenlong Shuo appeared in the palm of his hand. It was just that the light of Thunder Sword was too dazzling. All his sights were attracted by Feijian. He did not find Shenlong Shuo in Ye Feng's palm.

In the distance, the onlookers and slaves of the human races were discussing one after another: "Who is this man, how could he be besieged by the city master?"

"He must not be an ordinary person. He must be an immortal disciple. Three people beat him one, but they couldn't beat him."

"He's already very dangerous. God, why didn't he fight back?"

"You didn't see the flying sword in the air, he was fighting back."

"He is so powerful, who is he?"

The human slave who had spoken to Ye Feng said to his companion: "He is Ye Feng, the leader of the human alliance, and our hope is that he liberated more than 100,000 slaves and gave them freedom."

"So he is Ye Feng?"

Everyone saw Wang Can rushing towards Ye Feng with a magic sharp gun, and they all exclaimed. They did not know that Wang Chan's magic sharp gun looked powerful, but it was actually the weakest attack among the three.

The slave who had spoken to Ye Feng gritted his teeth, picked up a wooden stick on the ground, and rushed towards Wang Can: "You demons, bullying General Ye together, I will help him."

No one expected that this slave would be so bold. Ye Feng was shocked. Compared with the demons, the human power was too weak, especially a master of demon martial arts. A human attacked them.

Ye Feng shouted: "No."

But it was too late, and the slave did not rush to Wang Can, but was shot by a demon warrior with a magic crystal gun and hit his back.

The back was suddenly hit by a scorching magic crystal ray with a large blood hole in the mouth of the bowl. He fell to the ground, clutching the stick tightly in his hand.

His eyes were full of anger, he wanted to say nothing, but he couldn't say anything.

The slave was dead, but his eyes were open, full of anger and unbelief. He wanted to fight for himself. He wanted to help Ye Feng, although he couldn't help anything.

Watching a slave die for himself and die miserably, Ye Feng only felt an anger rushing directly over his head, the mysterious battle of the ancient gods immediately triggered.

The power of the bloodline of the ancient archaic clan in his body suddenly soared dozens of times, and flooded into the dike into the dragon dragon shuttle.

The Shenlong Shuo was like a raging Shenlong, his eyes gleaming like electric eyes, rising from the sky, as fast as a golden meteor, shooting straight at Wang Can.

Wang Can's magic-pointed gun had stabbed Ye Feng's chest, but the sharp point of the gun didn't even penetrate his clothes, and Wang Can's chest exploded a bloody hole.

(End of this chapter)

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