Rumble!

The thunder roared in the desolate wilderness, surrounding the body, Ye Feng stepped on the grass and yang sword, the sword flew into the sky, and the hair was flying, looking like the ancient thunder god had descended into the world.

"It's not good, he wants to escape, stop him!"

Many monks shouted, unwilling to be taken away by Ye Feng. They all attacked, attacking the night front, trying to stop the night front's actions.

However, what they didn't know, Yefeng was already tired of their obstruction, and his heart was full of murderous intent, and he went completely furious for a while. Integrate the aura of the Heavenly Tribulation in the eyes of the Heavenly Tribulation God into the Tyrant Desolate Thunder to enhance the power of the Overlord Desolate Thunder. From a distance, the Night Front looked as if it had turned into a dark purple sphere of lightning!

Boom! Boom!

The roar was endless, and all the sixth-turn Jindan stage monks were scorched black by the thunderstorm around Ye Feng before they could get close to Ye Feng, and they almost fell directly. As for the seventh-turn Jindan stage monks, they were paralyzed, their meridians trembled, and their spiritual power couldn't run for a while, and they fell to the ground one after another, unable to continue to chase Ye Feng.

Since you want to snatch the Nine Shadows Flame Flower from me, then you can leave me something!"

Ye Feng's eyes flashed, and he pointed into a sword, constantly slashing, exerting the Heaven Killing Sword Qi, almost plundering, and collecting the mustard seed bags of all the monks who were bombarded by the thunder of the Tyrant Desolation and could not move into his mustard seed bag.

"This person is so insatiable, he obviously won the Nine Shadows Flame Flower, and he also robbed me and other mustard seed bags. If this person is not removed, it is a shame for us. Ladies and gentlemen, let's behead this son together and redistribute all resources!" someone shouted, wanting the others to do their own thing, so that they could reap the benefits of the fisherman. The voice flickered left and right, so fluctuating that no one could tell for a moment who had uttered the words.

However, there are always people who are carried away by the interests, and after seeing the Nine Shadows Flame Flower in Ye Feng's hands and the huge number of mustard seed bags belonging to other monks in Ye Feng's mustard seed bag, these monks are all red-eyed and scream and kill them.

"Kill! This bastard is only one person, there are so many of us, and he will be consumed to death!"

Someone shouted, holding a pair of gold bracelets, and smashed them at Yefeng.

This pair of gold bracelets grew when it was in the wind, and instantly became the size of a pair of grinding discs, crossing the void, and the patterns engraved on the bracelets were so vivid that they almost broke out of the bracelet and killed their opponents. Wherever the gold bracelet passed, the void whined. This is a kind of lore, if you are an ordinary monk, if you are hit like this, you will definitely be shattered on the spot and turned into ashes.

"Is it really a soft persimmon that night?

Ye Feng roared angrily, and the Caoyang Sword instantly appeared in his hand, and the sword bones clicked. A fierce sword aura mixed with the killing intent emanating from Ye Feng's body soared into the sky, making people fearful.

"Killing the Ground Two!"

Brush!

The grass yang sword was drawn out, like an antelope hanging its horns. A black sword aura appeared, as if it was made of molten iron, scorching in the void, flashing with a cold luster, and slashing towards the pair of gold bracelets.

Boom!

The sword has passed, and the gold bracelet has been broken!

There was not even a trace of stalemate, as if a red-hot steel knife was inserted into the cheese, and with ease, the black sword qi slashed through the pair of gold bracelets and shattered them!

Burst!

The monk who smashed the gold bracelet spat out a mouthful of blood, passed out, fell from the void, and did not know whether he would live or die. The pair of gold bracelets were his natal spirit treasures, and now they were slashed by Ye Feng's sword, and this monk was naturally seriously injured, and it was uncertain whether he could leave the Kunpeng secret treasure alive. Even if he really left the Kunpeng Secret Hide, he would only be a waste person in the future, and he would no longer be able to cultivate.

"In the Jindan period of only seven turns, you dare to make a move on Ye?"

Ye Feng said coldly, put away the grass yang sword, snatched the mustard seed bag from the monk's waist, and continued to fly the sword, rushing towards the periphery of the Kunpeng Secret Hidden Center area.

"Everyone, hurry up, this son can kill that fellow Daoist so quickly, it will definitely consume a lot of spiritual power, resulting in insufficient back strength. As long as you work harder, you will definitely be able to win the second son!"

The voice sounded again, flickering left and right, like a ghost, inciting the crowd.

"Hmph, the person who hides his head and tail, and dares to say bluntly to take down the night?"

Ye Feng snorted coldly, his eyes flashed, his speed suddenly increased, and he was wrapped in a thick layer of robbery and desolate thunder, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and rushed into the group of monks.

"Found you!"

I only heard Ye Feng say in a cold voice, and directly reached out his hand, like an iron tong, stuck in the neck of a thin monk, and lifted it directly out of the group of monks!

"What are you doing? I am a fellow Terran monk with you, and I have never provoked or hindered you. Could it be that you can kill innocents indiscriminately at will just because of your advanced cultivation?"

The thin monk was terrified, struggling desperately, shaking his body, and begging for mercy. There was a smell of commotion under his crotch, and he was so scared that he peed his pants!

"Ye said that the one who hides his head and tail is you, and that is you. ”

Ye Feng frowned, and said coldly, exerting force in his hand, spiritual power, and directly twisted the neck of the thin monk and killed him.

"Hmph! I have the courage to do it, but I don't have the courage to admit it! I don't care to take your mustard seed bag!"

Seeing the corpse of this thin monk falling, Ye Feng snorted coldly, and said this, directly with the sword, and was about to leave.

Just as the night front was about to rush out of the area, a voice suddenly sounded, with a chill.

"The seventh-turn Jindan period is not worthy of working with you, so I don't know if I am qualified enough for the eighth-turn Jindan period?"

As the voice came out, a fiery snake suddenly burst out and rushed straight towards the night edge.

The fiery snake was only the thickness of chopsticks and the length of three fingers, but it exuded a breath that melted all things. If an ordinary monk gets a little bit of it, he will not escape the fate of turning into pus!

Brush!

Ye Feng reacted very quickly, and instantly swung his sword to slash down the fire snake. Then he stood in the void, staring at the extremely handsome young man in front of him, who was dressed in flame armor and had red hair and beard, with a serious expression.

"Yanyang Evil Cultivator, you haven't left yet?"

Hearing Ye Feng's words, the Yanyang Evil Cultivator burst out laughing, only to hear him say, "Even a monk of your strength didn't leave to compete for the Kunpeng inheritance. Then why did I have to leave?"

With that, the Flame Sun Evil Cultivator stretched out a hand and said in a determined tone, "Give me those mustard seed bags and the Nine Shadow Flame Flowers you snatched." You don't have much spiritual power in your body, so you can't be my opponent. If you give me what I say, I can consider it and spare your life. ”

"You're dreaming! Even if Yemou's current state is not as good as you, he can still kill you!"

Ye Feng pointed at the Yanyang Evil Cultivator, and said in a cold voice, up and down his body, without the slightest fear. The Nine Shadows Flame Flower was the most fundamental purpose of Ye Feng's visit to Kunpeng this time, and it was also the most important thing in his agreement with Duan Qianyao back then, and now that he had almost gotten it, how could he give it to others?

"Hmph! Toast and don't eat and drink! Since you want to die, this evil cultivator will fulfill you!"

Yan Yang Evil Cultivator's face turned cold, and he took out his crimson spear and stabbed it straight at Ye Feng.

He was answered by a loud shout from Yefeng.

"Killing the Three Styles!"

Brush!

The Caoyang Sword burst out with black light and no longer released sword qi. Under this sword, it seems that even the earth is destined to be subverted, crushing the Quartet!

Burst!

The crimson spear exploded, the Yanyang Evil Cultivator was immediately chopped by him, the Caoyang Sword was cut down, the Burning Yang Evil Cultivator cracked from the center of his eyebrows, all the way to the middle of his legs, the whole person was divided into two pieces, and Ye Feng rushed through it, stained with a large amount of blood.

At this moment, he was like a demon god, killing and staring at him.

The monks were forced by Ye Feng's momentum, and they stopped for a while, not daring to step forward.

"Humph!"

Ye Feng snorted coldly, ripped off the mustard seed bag of the Yanyang Evil Cultivator, and walked away, no one dared to stop him for a while!