"Broken!"

A sword slashed out, like a long rainbow that pierced the sun, tearing the heavens and the earth, soaring upward.

In an instant, it shattered the huge palm that fell in the sky in half.

Roar!

And the huge palm fell on the surface of the sea, and did not turn into seawater, but re-condensed, and a dragon condensed, turned into the size of a hundred zhang, and roared towards Ye Feng.

Hum!

Ye Feng snorted coldly, the sword light burst out, and a blazing flame emerged, which was really the artistic conception of fire that Ye Feng comprehended.

The flames swept away like a long dragon, towards the dragon that was rising in the water.

The flames shined brightly, and the dragon condensed like water, under the fire dragon, was instantly evaporated into nothingness, and above the roaring waves, a mist rose.

Rumble!

At this moment, the waves roared, and a proud figure stepped on the waves, holding a war knife like water, in this blue world, under the reflection, there was a cold light.

Kill!

This man, without any nonsense, rose directly into the sky, the sword like water, the void split, the rolling waves roared, and a torrential rain suddenly fell in this world.

The torrential rain was like a knife, the momentum was monstrous, overwhelming, like a knife rain falling, piercing through the heavens and the earth, and flooding towards Ye Feng.

The sword light flew, and the surging swords of flame swirled around the body, forming a scene, a world of flames.

The flames rose, endlessly, endlessly, and the rain of knives that fell violently was quickly evaporated in this endless flame.

Bursts of mist rose, forming a white expanse.

The white mist dissipated, revealing Ye Feng's indifferent figure.

The man's face was obviously surprised, and immediately, the war knife was swung out again, fiercely afraid of hitting the sea, the endless sea, roaring wildly.

The angry sea roared, turned into a dragon, and covered the sky.

"Donkey skills are poor!"

Ye Feng chuckled, his body swept out, and the sword in his hand, like a surging flame, was like a broken bamboo, instantly piercing through this water-like dragon.

The mighty and furious sword of flame roared out, instantly drowning the man.

Everywhere the flames passed, burning the heavens and the earth, and everything was reduced to ashes.

At this level, Ye Feng passed without any hindrance.

Ye Feng came to the seventy-fifth level.

This is a world of flames, and the power of rage and fiery power fills the heavens and the earth, but it is so familiar, this power is the artistic conception of fire.

But the power of the flame here is obviously not comparable, and the power of the purple flame at the place where the flame inheritance stone tablet is located, it seems that this level is unhindered.

The world of flames is also a figure who thinks that he understands the power of flames, but for Ye Feng, this man is not an opponent at all, and under Ye Feng's sword, he is instantly defeated.

This level has been passed again.

The seventy-sixth level, a yellow-colored world, is the artistic conception of the earth.

The power of the artistic conception of the earth, thick and majestic, and the defense is unparalleled.

But for Ye Feng's kind, this kind of defense is useless.

The sword, known as the world's unparalleled attack, and still comprehended, thunder, fire, death, Ye Feng, the artistic conception of the three terrorist attacks, this kind of seems, it is even easier.

This hurdle is also passed.

However, the strength of the martial artists at each level is a few points stronger than before, and the power of the artistic conception of comprehension is also more profound.

On the seventy-seventh floor, this is a world of wind, the wind blade is like a knife, the wind is wanton in the world, and a man like the wind appears, his body is like a phantom, strange and unpredictable.

The attack is extremely tricky and extremely difficult.

In the face of such an opponent, Ye Feng did not have any evasion, and directly turned this world of wind into a dark world of death, in the world of death.

Silence is empty, and all laws are destroyed.

And Ye Feng is the master of this world, and under the silence, everything will cease to exist.

Let this person have no escape, and he will be directly killed by this sword of silence and slag.

Seventy-eighth floor.

This is a vast world, the sky and the earth are verdant, and the sky is cloudless, like a fairyland on earth.

A silent world, without any wind or grass.

"Huh, no one?"

Looking at this silent world, Ye Feng frowned, feeling a little strange, this shouldn't be.

No, metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and wind have all appeared, the power of the five elements of heaven and earth, wind and thunder as a companion, and the next should be the artistic conception of thunder.

But this heaven and earth, cloudless, did not appear in a world of thunder.

Don't?

There was a guess in his heart, looking up at the sky, and suddenly, above the sky, there was a thunderbolt falling, which was extremely powerful, and it slashed at Ye Feng's body.

"Damn, sneak attack!"

couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, the void thunder fell, extremely fast, a burst of thunder fell, sneering, but Ye Feng did not react, this bit of thunder power, for Ye Feng, is pediatrics.

"Stupid!"

Above the sky, a mocking voice fell, Ye Feng looked up, and saw that above the sky, a tall silver figure, holding the Thunder Spear, overlooked Ye Feng with a proud attitude.

Just now, that sentence came from his mouth.

"I am the god of thunder, representing the way of heaven, ruling the punishment of heaven, today, you offend me, you can die. The tall silver man looked at Ye Feng indifferently and said extremely domineeringly.

As soon as the words fell, the thunder spear in his hand waved, and the mighty and brilliant thunder power landed again, directly slashing at Ye Feng.

"I don't know shame, but I understand the meaning of thunder, and I dare to do the right thing for heaven, you are a bird, you are simply looking for death. This young man's arrogant posture and domineering tone made Ye Feng extremely angry.

This person is too arrogant and boundless, and he really takes himself seriously.

Isn't it the power of thunder, I have it too, and it's purple.

In the face of this mighty falling thunder, Ye Feng did not retreat but advanced, his body met this mighty thunder, and he rushed up, and waved the Zixiao Sword in his hand.

A thick purple thunderbolt condensed into a sword and slashed towards the power of the silver thunder.

Rumble!

Zixiao was shocked, and the silver thunder and lightning were shattered in an instant.

"You, you have also comprehended the artistic conception of thunder!" the tall young man could no longer maintain the pride on his face, and said with a shocked expression.

"Kill!"

Ye Feng ignored the young man's shock, the long sword in his hand swung out again, and in the void, the purple thunder was shocked, and the mighty thunder descended, like the destruction of the world, turning into a purple pillar of light, and the void split.

Thundered!

The tall young man also waved the thunder spear in his hand, and the thunder sea appeared, turning into a silver world, and swept towards the purple pillar of light.

Rumble!

The earth-shattering sword pillar, the void fell, a shocking roar resounded, this void trembled, the silver thunder sea containing endless thunder, in an instant, was split into two by this purple sword pillar, and then the void exploded.

Turned into endless thunder, and the void fell.

The powerful power of thunder destroyed the world and destroyed the earth, and above the earth, the ravines were vertical and horizontal, scorched black, and the verdant was not there.