World Wide Martial Art

Mo Yixiao and Situ Ba also had bright eyes. Situ

As for Han Chong, the third prince and other warriors from Tianyuan County, they all felt cold sweat for Ye Feng.

They had never seen Ye Feng suppressed like this.

"Tie Changkong is going to win. He is performing the three moves of Tie Family's Iron King. Ye Feng can't resist just the second move. This third move is more powerful than the first move. How can Ye Feng take it?"

"Well, his luck has come to an end. After all, he only has the first level of innate talent. If he cultivates it well, maybe Ye Feng will be qualified to show off his talents in the next round of the Four Nations in ten years' time."

Many warriors said this.

Only martial arts masters like Prince Qi and Fang Tianlei could see that Ye Feng's behavior just now was that he was retreating without any confusion, without panic at all, and even his signature smile appeared again on his face that had turned solemn.

Prince Qi shook his head, a strange light shining in his eyes.

This Ye Feng can be said to have basically won this round.

"Boy, if you have the ability, take my last blow."

Tie Changkong, who looked obviously much weaker, gritted his teeth and said.

Only he himself understood that the first two swords did not hurt Ye Feng, but if he wanted to use the third sword of the Iron King's Three Styles, what price would he have to pay?

It's just that the arrow is on the string and has to be fired. When forced into such a situation, it can't be done without using the third sword.

As he spoke, he spat out several mouthfuls of essence and blood, and the aura around him suddenly rose to the extreme. The energy in his body exploded, and he raised the black frost knife above his head with both hands. As the light of the sword flourished, the energy in his body was like a flood. Rushing toward the knife in his hand.

Ye Feng could clearly feel that the energy, momentum, and even blood energy accumulated in Tie Changkong's body were rapidly declining.

This sword can almost be said to have drained everything from Tie Changkong, causing all his energy and spirit to be integrated into the Wushuang sword. One can imagine how tragic the power that can be unleashed will be.

In less than a breath, Tie Changkong's tall figure shrank by several inches, and the meridians suddenly rose up, with blue-black blood flowing in them. At this moment, he had put all his attention on this knife. .

A desperate move determines the outcome.

"Suffer death, the Iron King will kill - split the universe..."

With the remaining strength, he let out a loud roar, and the sword in Tie Changkong's hand burst out. The entire arena was completely enveloped by the sword, as if with one strike, the arena would cease to exist.

Even the referee next to him subconsciously jumped out of the ring and did not dare to stay for a moment longer.

"Roar!"

With a loud roar of the dragon, the sword light shot straight into the sky. Countless people around were shocked and their expressions suddenly changed.

Below the ring, Mo Qingfeng showed a rare dignified expression.

Everyone is speculating on this question: How would he deal with this knife if it were him?

Soon these people discovered that facing this earth-shattering sword, let alone resisting it, they could not even dodge it.

Because, at the innate stage, there is probably no one whose body skills can match the sharpness of sword intent.

"Ye Feng must die!"

"It's a pity. Under this knife, I'm afraid he will be dead."

"Kill him to death with a knife. It's an advantage for him. Originally, I wanted to humiliate and torture him and turn him into a human stick."

Tie Hualong, Mo Yixiao, and Situ Ba all clenched their fists, looked nervous, and stared at Ye Feng on the stage without blinking.

Unfortunately, they could not see any fear on Ye Feng's face.

Ye Feng didn't feel much pressure.

If the power is accumulated for too long, the power may destroy the world, but if it lacks the necessary agility and cannot cut anyone, then everything is in vain.

Very powerful? We don’t have to answer it.

It doesn't mean that you have to take the opponent's blow head-on.

If it were someone else, it might be difficult to avoid the attack of Kai Tie Changkong's knife on the small challenge stage.

But Ye Feng is different. He has Kunpeng Jiutian, a heaven-level body skill, who can stay or leave. He is so confident.

At the moment when the sword intent was overwhelming, Ye Feng stepped out one step at a time, and Kunpeng Nine Heavens Movement Technique was deployed. All that was left in place was an afterimage of his clone.

His figure blurred so fast that he was almost invisible, so except for a few people with good eyesight, everyone watching the battle just saw Ye Feng standing blankly on the stage, seemingly barely making a counterattack.

Tsk...

After a long sound, the killing sword intent directly chopped "Ye Feng" into countless pieces. The clouds were light and the wind was gentle, and the entire Ye Feng dissipated directly as if it was gone.

"sharp!"

There was a commotion all around...

"Actually... cut Ye Feng into pieces? Not even a single bit of his body was left behind? This knife..."

"Can it still absorb the opponent's blood essence? Why didn't I even see the blood spurting out?"

"Although this sword is very strong, it seems a little unreasonable."

…

There was a roar of discussion under the stage, and Tie Changkong, who could no longer stand, closed his eyes and listened. Even though his body was weak, there was still uncontrollable excitement in his heart.

The sword strike just now completely weakened him, and it was almost impossible to continue fighting to obtain a spot in the Four Nations.

But it's all over.

Ye Feng is dead. He has protected the Tie family's face and avenged his cousin Tie Hualong. But the price was equally huge. In order to inspire the final blow, he had to repair himself for at least half a year to recover.

Whether it was a profit or a loss was a confusing account, and even he couldn't tell for sure.

Forget it, now that the matter was over, it was better to return to Tie Mansion as soon as possible to rest. He struggled to open his eyes and planned to call the Tie Family disciples to escort him back to his home.

But at this moment, a sound of exclamation suddenly filled his ears.

Tie Changkong opened his eyes hastily, and what he saw before him made him unable to hold on any longer. With a plop, he knelt down on one knee with a long knife in his hand.

Surprise, confusion, shock, fear...

Endless negative emotions appeared in Tie Changkong's eyes, because he saw that Ye Feng, who was supposed to be killed by him, actually stood in front of him with a smile on his face, intact.

Not even a single hair was scratched.

"You..." He spat out a small mouthful of blood.

"For the sake of you kneeling down and begging for mercy, I will spare you the death penalty!" Ye Feng said lightly, his voice clear and loud.

There was another commotion all around...

Did Tie Changkong kneel down and beg for mercy? Ah, the Tie family, this time it can be considered a failure.

The face of the aristocratic family that had lasted for thousands of years was gone.

"I didn't..." Tie Changkong struggled to distinguish, but Ye Feng interrupted him, "However, death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be escaped. I will destroy your cultivation as the price for offending me, Ye Feng."

"No...referee! I surrender."

Tie Changkong's eyes widened, and his bloodless face turned pale as snow.

He would never have imagined that Ye Feng would not let him go if he was in such a miserable situation...