"Deception!"

The golden knife was condensed in an instant, and Ye Feng slashed it out directly, this should have been the martial art of the Nineteen Veins of Orange Pin, but it was used by Ye Feng to damage the Yellow Rank Martial Technique.

The stabbing soul in the air stretched his hands forward, the two daggers rotated in the palms of his hands, the breath of the Martial King on his body was released, and the two daggers stabbed downward, "Poison Shock Wave!"

A cloud of purple-yellow light erupted and collided with Ye Feng's overlord slash.

"Peng!"

The golden and purple breaths collided, and a powerful shock wave swept away, and the referees at the peak of the four martial kings immediately jumped to the edge of the stands, using the power of their breath to block the shock wave on the audience that was about to be impacted.

And a shock wave sailed towards the side of the Imperial City Heavenly Martial Academy, Ye Long saw the purple-yellow aura coming, and hurriedly dodged, but Ling Xueyan waved his hand slightly, and a blue barrier rose, and a powerful impact hit it, only a little ripple.

"Whoo!"

The Assassin Soul had just landed on tiptoe with a reflexive body, only to see that Ye Feng had already rushed over, and as soon as his arm was released, two snake moon sickles appeared in both hands, rushing to the front of the Assassin Soul, and the sickles were like a stream of light.

"Whoosh ......" The rapid sound of breaking through the air and piercing the air, the assassin soul hurriedly dodged, and there were two more people present who broke away from the group, and only eight people could faintly see the speed of Ye Feng and the assassin soul.

"Roar!" The Soul Assassin blocked left and right with his arms, and the two scythes hit his arms, immediately breaking in half, but this seemed to be in Ye Feng's expectation, the handle of the sickle that broke off at the waist, suddenly the metal particles instantly fused, and immediately became two broken knives.

If time is slowed down, you can see Ye Feng's angry smile.

"Doubled the power of the storm!"

"......" Soul Thorn was instantly dumbfounded, Ye Feng's speed he could only see a black shadow, Ye Feng first slapped both sides with both hands, and fanned the hands of the Soul Thorn, and the two handles of both hands stabbed at the Thorn Soul like a poisonous dragon.

"Plop, plop!" saw the expression of pain on the assassin's face, and two short knives stabbed into the assassin's waist.

"Roar!" Ye Feng's muscles skyrocketed, the strength of his hands increased again, and the bloody tip of the short knife stabbed out from the back of the assassin's waist.

The stabbing soul endured the severe pain, and swung his right fist hard, and Ye Feng also met the punch.

"Bump!" The collision of the two fists, the assassin soul immediately felt that his right hand was dislocated, Ye Feng's strength was comparable to him, his body originally retreated, but he knew that a black shadow had rushed in front of him, the speed was so fast, only the Martial Emperor and Ling Xueyan could see it in the audience.

Ye Feng fell to the ground with a sliding shovel, and the Assassin Soul immediately lost its center and fell to the ground, and at the moment of falling to the ground, Ye Feng's left foot stepped on the left palm of the Assassin Soul, and then clenched his fist, and the heavy fist slammed down, blasting into the joint of the Assassin's left hand.

"Crush me!" Ye Feng's roar was like a majestic judgment.

The audience was already quiet, Ye Feng's punch slammed down, "Click!" The sound of bones completely shattering.

"Ah!!" The scream of the assassin soul, Ye Feng's punch had already smashed the joints of the assassin's left hand into mud, the bones were thinner than flour, and the blood shot on Ye Feng's face at once.

"I'll let you scream!" Ye Feng's right hand turned into a knife, and his backhand was aimed at the mouth of the assassin soul, "Smack!" A palm slapped the audience, and directly under Ye Feng's hand fan, there were five or six seven or eight bloody teeth of the assassin.

One-third of the audience who saw it, 90% of them covered their teeth, and everyone could imagine that under the backhand, the assassin soul might not even have a good tooth.

"It seems that there are still people who stabbed my sister Fei with their hands?" Ye Feng stepped on his right foot, completely crushing the joints of the right hand of the soul assassination, and the sound of bones breaking was clearly visible.

"Heh!!" There are no teeth, the screams of the stabbing soul are a little convulsive, the two daggers on his waist are still bleeding, and now his hands and mouth are bleeding in five places, and the whole person has no power to parry.

And just when Ye Feng stabbed the soul with a short knife, Sister Fei had already woken up, and her weak body roared in a low voice, "Recover in an instant!"

Sister Fei's face was a little ruddy, but because the injury was too serious, the wound did not heal.

"Instant recovery!" Because the poisonous dish of the wound was removed, it could not be completely healed, but after Sister Fei used it twice for instant recovery, she obviously recovered a lot, and the power of the breath immediately had three layers.

looked at the stage, and didn't blink his eyes......

......

"So you can still call? My sister Fei didn't speak just now! No, you must not be able to speak. Ye Feng's voice was like a grim reaper, and the audience was very enthusiastic just now, because the assassin soul didn't even have the power to parry.

But now they have a hint of fear.

Ye Feng grabbed the head of the Soul Piercing with his right hand and suddenly threw it high into the sky, while Ye Feng's arm stretched out to the sky, and countless metal particles on the ground were spread into molten iron.

Since his lifeline was promoted to the Heavenly Vein Saint Metal, Ye Feng is now the Martial King who has comprehended the metal clone, although he can only clone relatively low-level iron essences now, but he has reached a kind of terror.

"Up!"

Countless blades flew into the air, and began to attack the assassin like a bee.

"Boom......" But the speed of this blade bee, the speed can only see a black shadow with the naked eye, which makes people tremble when they see it, and this speed has caught up with the Martial Emperor.

Even Ye Tianyan felt terrifying, he was not Ye Feng's opponent anymore, Ye Feng had grown so fast in just a few years.

Countless blades slashed wildly across the assassin's body, and his hands were useless, and he had no power to parry.

"Boom!" the body of the assassin slammed into the ring, and it was only seen that there might not be an inch of good skin on his body.

"Smack!" Ye Feng snapped his fingers, and the countless blades that filled the sky suddenly turned into particles, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This is the free retraction of the holy metal, for this assassin soul, the angry Ye Feng did not use all his strength, at least he became an appetizer, experimenting with his holy metal lifeline.

The stabbing soul was lying on the ground, feeling that there was only one breath, and the joints of his hands were crushed by Ye Feng, even if he was recovered with a high-grade elixir, he might not be able to take a step forward in his life.

Looking at the stabbing soul, Ye Feng's angry expression disappeared, and instead shrugged his shoulders as usual and made a very helpless expression, "I haven't used my strength yet, why did you fall?"

It's so arrogant, but how many people in the audience dare to say it? But at this moment, the students of the Holy Martial Arts Academy took the lead in applauding, and the stage shouted hello, and immediately many people in the audience also applauded.

Ye Feng just wanted to turn around and look at the referee and announce the result.

A cold voice spoke, "I don't have a good memory!

It was Ling Xueyan who said that she spoke, even the kings of the Tianyan Dynasty had to keep their mouths shut. And her eyes at this moment glanced at Ye Feng, and then looked at the Assassin Soul.

"Hehe, forgot!" Ye Feng screened it, smiled like a follower, and slammed his qi on the waist of the assassin, only to hear the sound of the waist bone shattering, and the assassin soul hit the wall of the audience, with a pool of blood, and passed out.

Ye Feng turned to look at the referee without looking at it, "Uncle referee, did you announce the result?"