World Wide Martial Art

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With this knife, it can be said that Ye Feng used all his strength to protect himself. Situ Reading.\\nCOM

Deafening roars exploded wildly, and tidal impact waves swept across the entire place in the blink of an eye, and the entire valley shook like an earthquake.

As early as when he saw Ye Feng getting ready to attack, Lu Yuan had first forced back several soul-losing palace warriors. He took Fu Heng and the previously injured Jiuxuan Palace disciples and retreated to the rear. Those who didn't understand the reason at first The Soul Soul Palace warriors were not so lucky. They suffered from the aftermath of the fierce battle, making their footing unstable and causing them to fall over.

"Click..."

A crisp cracking sound resounded again after the huge roar stopped. This time, all the Dao marks on the four sides of the Sunda Cloud Shield were shaken away, and the sharp Moro Knife even cut into the Sunda Cloud Shield itself.

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.

Damn, it seems like I used too much force.

Don't damage this rare defensive weapon.

He regained some of his energy.

The crisp popping sound suddenly stopped. The Sunda Cloud Shield that was cut open by Ye Feng flashed with light, as if whimpering, and turned back into the small black shield again, but most of the mysterious luster on the small shield had disappeared. , and at the edge of the small shield, a small crack visible to the naked eye can also be found...

At the same time that the Sunda Cloud Shield was broken open by Ye Feng, Zhou Yue's whole body shook violently below, as if he had been hit hard, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out.

She fell to the ground completely sluggishly, and there was no trace of blood on her face.

This earth-level middle-grade spiritual weapon was Zhou Yue's blood refinement. It had Zhou Yue's elemental power and blood essence marks on it. At this time, it was broken open by a huge force, causing Zhou Yue to suffer a backlash. In addition, Ye Feng's heavy A fierce blow and a double blow made it impossible for Zhou Yue, who was already seriously injured, to stand up straight.

As a result, half of the color of the strange black snake entangled in the shadow of the sky monument suddenly faded, and the entire snake body became slender and weak.

The master suffered a huge blow, and the power of the martial spirit shadow naturally declined. There is an extremely close connection between the two.

Even though Wu Qing on the other side was still trying his best to muster up his strength to resist, how could the strange snake with only half of its power be the opponent of the phantom of the sky monument?

A faint brilliance suddenly bloomed from the simple inscription above, and several small tadpoles could be vaguely seen on the stone tablet, swimming back and forth.

These little black tadpole-like things seemed to sense the powerful demonic energy contained in the black snake, and became excited. They all opened their small mouths and began to devour them.

In an instant, the strange black snake wrapped around the monument seemed to have been chewed out by countless mouths. Black evil energy spread out from it, like a mountain torrent bursting through a bank, rushing towards the tadpole's mouth. Go in.

Within a few breaths, the black two-headed monster snake that seemed to have the upper hand quickly disappeared like smoke blown by the wind.

The last hope of the two demon girls was ruthlessly destroyed by Ye Feng.

"Ah...my martial spirit, my demonic energy..."

"My aunt will fight with you."

The Wuhun virtual realm was lost, and the demonic energy was swallowed up. Wu Qing made hysterical sounds in his mouth, and his whole body swelled several times in an instant.

She was so desperate that she frantically summoned up all her strength, thinking of blowing herself up and dying together with Ye Feng.

"Stubborn!"

Ye Feng snorted coldly.

The martial spirit was shattered. At this time, Wu Qing's cultivation level fell back to the innate realm. Even if he self-destructed, it would not be possible to kill Ye Feng.

However, for the sake of the Jiugongxuan and Cangshan Sect disciples in the valley, Ye Feng would not give him a chance to self-destruct.

In the midst of the shout, he danced with his right hand, and the Moro knife fell down as fast as lightning. A swollen and ferocious head instantly rose into the sky with a violent spurt of blood, and finally rolled to the ground.

Similarly, Zhou Yue, who was unaware of his personnel, was also killed by Ye Feng with one sword.

After quickly putting the storage rings on the two of them into the mysterious space, Ye Feng kept walking, dragging out shadows of his white body, crisscrossing the valley. The Soul Soul Palace warriors had already lost their will to fight and fled in all directions. Ye Feng every time Every time he raises or lowers his sword, a demon sect warrior's head will rise into the sky.

Because before Ye Feng broke through the Sunda Cloud Shield, Lu Yuan and others had already retreated to the rear, so the matter of killing fell entirely on Ye Feng.

From a distance, every time a sword flashed, there was a splash of blood, making the bloody smell on Ye Feng's body become more and more intense. Lu Yuan and others could not help but stand there and tremble.

No wonder there have been rumors in the outside world that Ye Feng of the Wan Jue Sect is a murderer who kills people without blinking an eye.

This rumor... is not groundless...

Only a moment passed, and the last disciple of Soul Soul Palace fell heavily into a pool of blood.

Of the dozen or so people, no one was able to escape.

"This is the storage ring for the Soul Soul Palace warriors. Take it and assign it to the Jiugongxuan disciples who were injured this time because of their efforts. After a big battle, they can't let their efforts go in vain."

"Also, the two witches just activated some kind of communication spell. Let's rest for a while. We need to leave here as soon as possible..."

Ye Feng, who had changed his clothes, walked back to the Jiuxuan Palace team, took out six or seven colorful storage rings and threw them to Lu Yuan.

This move actually made Lu Yuan feel a little embarrassed.

In this battle, most of the Soul-Destroying Palace warriors died at Ye Feng's hands. Two Half-Step King Realm warriors were also stopped and killed by Ye Feng. Ye Feng not only saved Brother Fu Heng and others, but also distributed the spoils to everyone. This favor... was owed one after another...

Now Lu Yuan finally understood why the Xingxiang Temple and Qianniaozhai, both of which are one of the seven sacred places, would spare no effort to help this Wan Jue Sect genius, even at the cost of being enemies with the Tianji Palace.

In addition to his unrivaled talent and strength among his peers, Ye Feng also has a true and kind nature. He treats his friends completely from the bottom of his heart, and is never hypocritical. He calls his friends brothers on the surface, but secretly stabs them in the back.

It is indeed worth making friends.

Perhaps this is also one of the reasons why the two sects are willing to make friends with Ye Feng.

After Lu Yuan and Huo Jing'er's explanation, Fu Heng and others finally understood that the young man who rescued everyone from the Demon Sect warriors was Ye Feng, the Wan Jue Sect genius who is now famous throughout Yuanwu.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng's actual combat power is even stronger than the rumors.

He is at the fifth level of the Void Realm, but he easily killed two Soul-Destroying Palace Half-Step King Realm. This potential talent is enough to make everyone astonished.

After thinking about some rumors about Ye Feng, the group couldn't help but take a deep breath. Fortunately, their own sect was not involved in the vortex of hunting down Ye Feng. If Jiugongxuan had made a great enemy of Ye Feng, the people of the sect would have trouble sleeping and eating when they went down the mountain to train in the future.

Thinking of the thundering means that Ye Feng had just shown when he killed the Demon Sect warrior, everyone truly realized the horror of Ye Feng.

Treating friends as warmly as the spring breeze, but treating enemies as ruthlessly as the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

For such a person, whether it is a friend or an enemy, I am afraid that everyone can make a clear choice...