Hearing Ye Feng's words, everyone was surprised to find that a total of six disciples from Wujimen and Dishuimen had come to participate in the exchange conference, and now they were challenged to the point that only the last disciple of Wujimen was left.

If Ye Feng defeated this disciple again, wouldn't it be a success in the challenge of Xiaoyaomen?

However, the success of the challenge, countless disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect just thought about it, because they thought it was impossible!

You must know that the last disciple of Wuji Gate is called Wentian, and he is a strong man with three martial arts generals.

No matter how Ye Feng's strength defies the sky, it is impossible to defeat Wentian with his martial master ninefold aura cultivation, right?

Otherwise, this will subvert the martial artist's understanding of the hierarchy of cultivation.

"Ask the heavens, let him see how powerful Wuji Gate is!" "Wuji Gate Pan Sect Master said coldly, "Give me a good clean up." ”

Master Pan is very confident in asking the sky.

"Yes!" Wen Tian replied lightly, his figure moved, and flew down in front of Ye Feng, his eyes were cold and arrogant.

The master of the Yimen of Dishui Gate took a deep breath, and his heart was extremely aggrieved, he didn't expect that the three disciples of Dishui Gate dared to lose, and he hadn't had such frustration for a long time.

"Master Pan, it's up to you!" said Master Yimen.

The stakes are so big that he can't afford to lose, so he can only pin his hopes on Wujimen Wentian.

Master Pan smiled and said, "Master Yimen, you are too nervous. Are we going to lose?"

Lord Yimen nodded and said, "That's right, it's impossible for us to lose, it's because I'm too nervous." ”

The faces of the Ma Sect Master, Elder Qin, Elder Wu and the others were ugly, and the previous pride was gone, worrying for Ye Feng.

You must know that there was a lot of luck in Ye Feng's defeat of the Dragon Sword just now, if it weren't for Ye Feng's poison charm that just restrained the Dragon Sword, it would be difficult for Ye Feng to win the Dragon Sword.

Now, Ye Feng had to face a Wentian who was one level higher than the Dragon Sword cultivator and stronger in strength, and it was almost impossible to achieve victory.

That's everyone's opinion.

However, Ye Feng was very calm, because he was sure to defeat Wentian.

"How do you want to die?" asked Ye Feng coldly, his tone full of arrogance and confidence.

"What about you?" Ye Feng asked lightly, tepidly, just pouring a basin of cold water on him.

Wentian's eyes burst into cold light, his breath sank, and the Xuan Qi on his feet fluctuated, and he used his body technique to kill Ye Feng.

"It's so fast!" Ye Feng's eyes sank, and the ghost stepped out, and hurriedly retreated.

The corner of Wen Tian's mouth sneered, pinched the trick in his hand, golden light flew out, and a coercion gushed out, turning his palm into a fist, and slammed into Ye Feng with a punch.

The golden light of the fist surged, like an exploding small universe, and the energy roared, which was extremely terrifying.

This is the star-level high-grade martial art Soaring Fist, cultivated to the realm of mystery, and when it is displayed, it is like the universe explodes.

Ye Feng didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly pinched the trick in his hand, the thunder flashed, and the thunder extinguishing fist met him.

Boom.

A low sonic boom sounded, Ye Feng's face was distorted, his body flew out upside down, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

In this battle, Ye Feng was completely defeated.

And Wentian seemed to have no effect, and continued to chase and kill Xiang Ye Feng.

"Haha, good!" said the Pan Sect Master.

Master Yimen was also completely relieved.

Wentian's advantage is obvious, and his strength is overwhelming, so in this way, Ye Feng will undoubtedly lose.

"Tianxing Nine Steps!" Seeing that the Heavenly Killing came up, the seal in Ye Feng's hand changed, and he took three steps in a row.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Three invisible footprints, one more terrifying, trampled towards Wentian.

However, the face of the sky did not change, and the sky-punching fist bombed, and as the sonic boom sounded, the invisible footprints collapsed, leaving only cracks on the ground.

After the smoke dissipated, Ye Feng was panting, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the consumption of asking the sky was also very large, and his face was pale.

"One move to solve you!" Wen Tian seemed to have lost interest in fighting Ye Feng, a touch of the space ring, a small golden sword flew out, floating in front of him, the sword roared, very amazing.

When everyone saw it, they were all shocked.

"Sword Control Technique?!" the master of the horse gate was shocked, and his expression changed drastically.

The sword control technique belongs to the evolutionary martial art, which is the same as Ye Feng's Tianxing Nine Steps.

At present, Wentian's sword control technique should be at the lower stage of the Yellow Order.

"Master Ma Men has eyes, it is my long-lost sword control technique of Wuji Gate!" said Pan Sect Master proudly.

"The sword control technique that kills people thousands of miles away!" Yi Sect Master's face also changed.

"Hehe!" Pan Sect Master smiled, "Killing people thousands of miles away, Wentian can't do it, but killing Ye Feng is completely certain!"

The master of the horse gate stood up with an ugly expression: "Ye Feng, don't fight this battle!"

In his opinion, it is impossible for Ye Feng to defeat the sword control technique, and if he doesn't get it right, he will lose his life!

Master Pan laughed: "Master Mamen, are you scared?"

Looking at the triumphant face of the Pan Sect Lord, the Ma Men Master was so angry that his face turned blue, but he had nothing to say.

Looking at the aggrieved appearance of the master of the horse gate, the master of the Pan gate was even more carried away, and laughed presumptuously: "Master of the horse gate, I like to see your aggrieved appearance!"

On the battle platform, Wen Tian stared at Ye Feng and said coldly: "Your family master is scared, are you afraid? If you are afraid, kneel down and beg for mercy, I will spare your life!"

Ye Feng looked at the door master who was suffocated and had nowhere to go in the stands, gritted his teeth and said: "Door master, don't worry, I will be fine, I will make those who laugh at you regret it!"

Then, he said to the heavens: "You will regret it too!"

"Hahaha!" "Master Pan laughed, "When you die, you still talk wildly, the disciples of Xiaoyaomen can brag!"

The master of the horse gate stared at Ye Feng, and saw Ye Feng's calm face, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I believe in you!"

Ye Feng has created many miracles, he should believe in Ye Feng.

The Lord of the Horse Gate sat down.

Pan Men said: "Ask the sky, if he doesn't admit defeat, let him taste the power of sword control skills, even if he kills him by mistake, it doesn't matter!"

"Master Panmen, you ......" Lord Ma Men stood up angrily.

In this way, the master of the Pan Sect clearly wanted to kill Ye Feng.

"Master Mamen, I've already given you a chance to admit defeat, if you don't appreciate it, you can't blame me!"

The Master of the Horse Gate glared at the Master of the Pan Gate, then looked at Ye Feng and reminded: "Ye Feng, be careful, don't be careless!"

Elder Qin and Elder Wu were extremely worried.

All the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect were also extremely worried.

Elder Lu secretly smiled: "Ye Feng, this time you are dead!"

On the battle platform, he asked the heavens: "Are you ready to die?"

Ye Feng didn't speak, the ghost stepped out and killed him.

"Look for death!" asked the sky coldly, swept his eyes, and pointed a little.

Swish.

The golden sword was controlled by his spiritual thoughts, like a sharp arrow shot at Ye Feng, straight to Ye Feng's throat.

Ye Feng's expression changed, the ghost shadow stepped to the side, and hurriedly dodged sideways.

However, the golden sword came from behind Ye Feng as if it had eyes, Ye Feng couldn't dodge, and with a snort, the golden sword pierced through Ye Feng's shoulder, bringing up a stream of blood.

"Ye Feng!" Master Mamen, Elder Qin, Elder Wu, and all the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect were all nervous, wiping a cold sweat for Ye Feng.

Ye Feng's face was like dead ashes.

This sword control technique is indeed powerful, and it is even more terrifying than Wang Peng's flying knife.

Wang Peng's flying knife came out of his hand and was uncontrollable, while Wentian's golden sword was controlled by it, which could kill people from various angles, and it was powerful, and if he didn't pay attention to it, he would lose his life.

If Ye Feng hadn't made the wrong mistake in time just now, I'm afraid that the golden sword would have passed through his throat.