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- The leader was dressed in red robes and took the lead. Without saying much, the red sword in his hand slashed at Ye Feng. Three cold sword shadows suddenly flashed through the air.
The Knife Temple Kung Fu, Phantom Blade.
Of the three knife shadows, only one is real.
Ye Feng did not dodge. He raised his right fist, and a blue halo spread across his fist. The surging water element turned into awe-inspiring cold air and was suddenly released.
No matter how illusory your sword is, I will remain unmoved.
Boom!
As soon as the air of ice collided with the shadow of the knife, the face of the person who came suddenly changed. He quickly retreated and barely stood still a hundred feet away. The corners of his clothes and the blade of the knife were already covered with ice crystals.
Ye Feng did not move an inch.
He slowly retracted his fist, raised the corner of his lips, showed a smile, and said: "You are the first late-stage Saint-level powerhouse I have seen since I came to Canghongxi. However, you are not the sect leader of the Sword Temple. ¡±
The man's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, the cold was unbearable, and his teeth were chattering up and down. The dozen or so warriors who came with him had already stood behind him, looking at Ye Feng with shock in their eyes.
Even a fool can see that in the previous round of confrontation, our own people were at a disadvantage. One person held the long knife behind his back, lowered his voice, and whispered: "Great Elder, this man is not simple. Drag him and the sect master will be back soon."
The man in red robe had a gloomy look on his face. He nodded solemnly, hid his trembling hands behind his back, and forced himself to be strong, saying: "I am Kerang, the great elder of the Sword Temple. It doesn't seem to make sense for you to smash my mountain gate."
"Yes, it doesn't make sense, but I don't need reason." Ye Feng walked forward as if there was no one around. Every time he took a step forward, Ke Rang and others took three steps back.
"Don't push people too hard!" When Ye Feng took the tenth step, Ke Rang trembled all over and shouted angrily.
On weekdays, as the second master of the Sword Temple, this strong man in the late stage of the Saint level wants to get wind and rain. Today, Ye Feng's arrival made him feel ashamed for the first time.
Ye Feng took the eleventh step as if he didn't hear it.
"Do you think there is no one in my Sword Temple? Yansan, Du Xu, kill him!" Kerang backed away and one of them ordered loudly.
Behind him, the two disciples looked at each other, but neither of them moved.
In this situation, whoever touches it is a fool.
Ke Rang once again felt humiliated, turned his head and glared coldly, pulled and flicked his hands, and threw Yan San and Du Xu out.
Seeing the sword falling towards Ye Feng, Yan San and Du Xu were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders split. In order to save their lives, they had to draw out their big swords, transformed into two sword shadows, and chopped them down towards Ye Feng.
Bang, bang!
The next moment, their bodies fell heavily to the ground, their eyes were blurred and dim, and they were obviously too dead to die anymore. And their swords shot out more than ten feet and stuck diagonally on the ground.
Almost no one saw clearly how Ye Feng took action.
Except for Kerang.
He clearly saw that Ye Feng killed these two powerful disciples with only two fingers.
The two fingers touched their hearts respectively, and at the slightest moment, a burst of blue energy shot from between the fingers and entered their bodies.
The two died peacefully, at least no scars were visible on their bodies, but in fact, their hearts had been frozen into ice crystals.
Ye Feng stepped over the two bodies, pointed at Kerang suddenly, and said coldly: "Kerang, the great elder of the Sword Temple, you will definitely die here today."
This finger almost frightened Kerang out of his courage. He yelled and ran away to the sect without hesitation.
The great elder of the Sword Temple, run away without a fight!
You can¡¯t beat it, but you can escape it.
With this thought in mind, Kerang increased his speed to the limit.
But, he was wrong.
Ye Feng possesses the Breaking Wind Technique. After arduous training, he has already mastered this technique to the point where it can increase the speed by 50% within three breaths.
With just one breath, Ye Feng caught up with Kerang.
Sensing Ye Feng's approach, Ke Rang was horrified and quickly turned around to take a look.
This sight made his liver and gallbladder split with fright, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
Because Ye Feng¡¯s right fist had hit his back.
Boom!
This punch contained the power of ice and the power of the explosive fist. The ice instantly froze Kerang's body, and the explosive fist exploded, directly blasting Kerang's body into countless blood-red ice crystal fragments.
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A burst of hail fell in the sky above the Sword Temple, and each hailstone contained a piece of flesh and blood.
?Seeing this scene, all the disciples of the Sword Temple were stunned.
Ye Feng fell slowly, like a god of war.
The disciples of the Sword Temple immediately lowered their heads, and Wei Nuo retreated. The strong man's posture was completely lost, and he did not dare to ignore his sharpness.
Ye Feng gave them a cold look and walked towards the main hall of the Sword Temple.
The Sword Temple is divided into sixteen main halls and thirty-two small halls. Each main hall is guarded by a mid-stage holy-level warrior, and each small hall is guarded by an early-stage holy-level warrior. Some of them had already seen the scene just now through the windows, and they were all frightened. They held their breath and cowered in the hall, for fear of being discovered by Ye Feng.
Sixteen main halls and thirty-two small halls surround a magnificent building hundreds of feet high, which is the main hall of the Sword Temple. Ye Feng slowly walked towards the main hall. When he passed a small hall, his footsteps suddenly stopped and he cast a cold gaze into the small hall.
In the small hall, a disciple with a broken arm was shocked. His body suddenly felt hot, and a stream of yellow water flowed out of his crotch. This man was the unlucky guy who was forced to cut off his arm by Ye Feng. He recognized Ye Feng as early as when Ye Feng came here, and thought that Ye Feng was here to settle a score with him. With his liver and gallbladder broken, he couldn't even I couldn't bear this inoffensive glance.
Ye Feng only paused for a moment before walking towards the main hall.
The unlucky guy felt like he was out of strength, and he collapsed on the ground. Before he had time to rejoice that he had saved his life, he discovered that his crotch was covered with feces and urine, and the stench was astounding to his nostrils.
Even so, he didn¡¯t dare to move.
Because when you move, you will make a sound, and if there is a sound, it may disturb Ye Feng.
Ye Feng went deep into the hinterland of the Sword Temple alone, as if entering a deserted place, no one dared to stop him.
Because no one wants to die.
Ye Feng stepped into the main hall, sat in the sect leader's throne, closed his eyes slightly, and waited quietly.
In such a large main hall, Ye Feng is the only one, sitting slightly lonely in the throne that symbolizes the power of the sect leader. For the Sword Temple, this is undoubtedly a great shame, but
Who dares to stop!
After half the time of burning the incense, an angry shout suddenly came from outside the hall.
Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, raised the corners of his lips and said, "Here he comes!"
Before he finished speaking, a person shot in from outside the hall.
Before anyone arrived, a pure wind energy condensed into a wind blade and struck first.
Ye Feng tapped his toes and dodged sideways. The wind blade hit the sect leader's throne, cutting the throne into two pieces.
The visitor stopped and saw that the throne was destroyed, his eyes suddenly turned blood red.
"I'll kill you!" He roared hysterically, swinging his right arm three times in a row, and three huge wind blades shot towards Ye Feng from three directions like a high-speed inwardly rotating crescent moon.
Ye Feng did not dodge, and a blue brilliance suddenly appeared on his body.
Bathed in layers of blue halo, Ye Feng is like a god and Buddha, and his expression is always very calm.
The three wind blades disappeared directly into the blue halo, causing three slight ripples before disappearing.
The visitor was stunned.
Ye Feng withdrew the water element that filled his body, looked down at the visitor, and said slowly: "Meng Dinggong, the master of the Sword Temple, one of the skeletons, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Meng Dinggong was stunned, suddenly took a step back, and shouted: "No, the master made a mistake in judgment."
Immediately, he ran away without looking back.
Ye Feng used the Po Feng Xing Jue and within three breaths, he caught up with Meng Dinggong.
Meng Dinggong did not expect that Ye Feng's speed was so amazing, and he was even more horrified at the moment. He quickly used the third-level wind magic weapon. In an instant, small wind blades as big as a palm filled the sky like a meteor shower, covering Ye Feng.
A small sword as thin as a cicada's wing suddenly appeared in Ye Feng's left hand. With a slight shake, it also released countless wind blades.
Countless small wind blades collide, the scene is spectacular, and the sound is extremely sharp and harsh.
Ye Feng's thoughts moved again, and a third-level fire-type fairy treasure appeared in his right hand. He raised it from bottom to top, and burst out a horned dragon composed of pure fire-type energy. It passed through the colliding wind blades and went straight to it. Duke Meng Ding.
In a hurry, Meng Dinggong once again used the wind fairy treasure, spinning out a wind blade composed of wind energy, and faced the fire horned dragon.
At this time, Ye Feng offered up the Thunder Immortal Treasure again.
A bolt of lightning shot out from the Immortal Treasure, like a bright yellow snake, hissing, following the fire-type horned dragon.
The horned dragon swallowed the wind blade and exploded at the same time, turning into dots of elemental energy in the universe.
And the thunder immediately shot into Meng Dinggong's body.
Meng Dinggong even screamed.As soon as it was released, it fell down.
In the midst of lightning and flint, the leader of the strongest sect in the west of Canghong was defeated.
Before Meng Dinggong landed, the disciples of the Sword Temple began to flee.
When a tree falls and the hozens scatter, life is at stake, who is willing to save a sect leader whose life or death is unknown.
Bang!
Meng Dinggong landed heavily, his body bounced up and down several times before he fell into a clump of green grass.
Ye Feng slowly landed in front of him and looked at him coldly.
Meng Dinggong reluctantly raised his head and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. He looked miserable, with a fist-sized hole on his right shoulder. The hole was scorched black, and the pure thunder energy almost roasted the muscles around the hole. No blood flowed out, but there was a smell of meat.
Meng Dinggong stared at Ye Feng fiercely, but Ye Feng remained expressionless.
"Why?" Meng Dinggong suddenly yelled crazily.
"I won't tell you the reason." Ye Feng said coldly, "I want you to die in peace."
"ah¡ª¡ª"
Meng Dinggong was completely crazy.
He was like a dying carp, his body bowed in a strange arc, and with a sudden bounce, he jumped dozens of feet high.
And the third-level wind-type fairy treasure appeared in his hands again.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh
In the sky, the fist-sized wind blades gathered together and shot out again. There were countless of them, overwhelming the sky and the earth. The world was filled with the terrifying sound of the wind blades tearing the air, dense and sharp, noisy and piercing the eardrums. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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