Knock!

The sound of heavy footsteps made the heart beat faster, the blood accelerated, and a figure gradually became clear, and in an instant, he walked out of the dark world of flames and appeared in everyone's sight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nether Knife!

He appeared!

The terrifying flames, the hideous face full of murderous intent, were like demons from the Nine Nether Worlds, and a breath full of destruction and rage permeated his body.

"Miscellaneous, I said, take your two arms today, and someone will collect your life on another day!"

A cold voice floated out of his mouth, dark and domineering!

"Go on, see if you have that ability!" wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ye Feng said in a low voice, his footsteps stepped out, and this piece of heaven and earth seemed to tremble a little.

"Miscellaneous, still so hard-mouthed!" said Netherworld, contemptuously.

Immediately, his palms slowly clenched, and the Nether Fire condensed again, turning into a terrifying dark torrent in the sky, which swept and roared.

At this time, it was the best time to deal with Ye Feng, and he would definitely not leave his hands.

"Enough!" a vicissitudes of voice resounded through the heavens and the earth, and in an instant, in the void, a big hand appeared, the palm was extremely old, with a clear vein emerging.

This palm is plain, without the slightest spiritual power blooming, it is such a big hand, slowly poking out, reaching into the netherworld flame, and then in the horrified eyes of everyone, the palm is slowly grasped, and the cold and domineering netherworld fire is suddenly under the palm, extinguished, and the void dissipates.

"I've seen Elder Ge!" said the martial artists around him with a look of awe.

Ge Lao, the guardian of the Martial Palace, is rumored to be unfathomable in strength, and has stepped into the realm of Tongtian, and is one of the few powerhouses in the Martial Academy.

"Pavilion Elder, Ye Feng cut off one of Hei Ming's arms, just a bronze disciple, even if his talent is good, he actually committed a crime, even the silver disciple is provocative, please ask Ge Lao to call the shots!" Netherworld clasped his hands into fists and said in a respectful voice.

A good wicked person sued first, obviously he was the one who first embarrassed Ye Feng, and then, Ye Feng's arm was cut off, and he took the blame, but now the underworld is, only talking about the result, but not the pass, and biting Ye Feng back.

And Ye Feng stood there indifferently, without justification, he believed that justice was in the hearts of the people, if the elder of the pavilion was biased in one side, even if he defended, it was not, and if the elder of the pavilion was fair, as a strong man in the realm of heaven, how could everything here be hidden from his eyes.

"Boy, what do you have to say!" In the void, the voice of vicissitudes sounded again.

"The disciple has nothing to say, justice is at ease in the hearts of the people!" Ye Feng's eyes sank, and he said in a deep voice.

"Okay, a good sentence of justice is in the hearts of the people!" said the elder laughed loudly.

"Boy, the martial arts hall is the palace of the artistic conception of the martial arts, and it is forbidden to fight, and today, the black underworld provokes first, all the blame is taken by himself, the underworld is the younger brother, the revenge is earnest, and if it fails to make a big mistake, each person will be fined 5,000 contribution points, if there is a recidivism, it will not be spared!"

"The disciple is not convinced!" said the gloomy voice.

"Dissatisfied, why dissatisfied! You dare to question my decision!" The old man's voice resounded again, and the terrifying pressure descended instantly, and a suffocating force permeated this void.

"The disciple doesn't dare, the disciple admits the punishment!" Netherworld felt the terrifying pressure, and suddenly felt a shock in his heart, and said in a deep voice, under the coercion of the Heavenly Realm, he no longer dared to speak, in case he angered the elder of the pavilion, he was just a silver disciple, although it was the existence of the earth list.

But in the eyes of the elder of the pavilion, in the eyes of the strong man in the sky, he is an ant-like existence, where can he dare to disagree.

"In that case, let's all disperse!" the old man's voice resounded, the terrifying pressure receded like a tide, and everyone exhaled deeply, not daring to stay any longer, they all clenched their fists in the void, and then left this space.

"Count yourself lucky, in a month, you will look good!" said Netherworld, and then left here with Hei Ming.

Ye Feng's eyes swept around, looking at this empty space, his fists were clenched, and there was blood dripping, everything today, if there was no pavilion elder to make a move, I am afraid that it would be difficult for me to get out of this martial hall today, it seems that my strength is still too low.

Although he has opened up a great divine treasure and has a unique physical body, he is facing a strong person in the later stage of the powerful Divine Pill, and the power of artistic conception is not weak, his realm is a short board, unless he improves his realm, or the power of artistic conception is derived to the extreme, or he comprehends a powerful artistic conception power again.

A month later, when he came out of the Martial Palace, he didn't know what kind of challenges he faced, so his current self, within a month, must condense the Divine Pill in order to have the power of self-preservation.

Looking ahead, his eyes are firm, the best thing must be at the back of the martial palace, he either doesn't want it, if he wants it, then he wants the best!

"Boy, stick to yourself, if you can go to the end, you will definitely not be disappointed!" At this time, the old voice sounded again, as if it had seen through what Ye Feng was thinking, full of encouragement.

"Thank you, Elder Ge!" Ye Feng clenched his fists, bowed to the void, and then raised his steps and stepped forward,

After he left, in this silent space, an old figure suddenly appeared, and he looked at the young man with a straight back, like a sharp sword unsheathed, and his eyes were full of satisfaction.

"Dean, you really have a unique vision, this kid, it's good!" The murmuring voice drifted through this space, and in an instant, the old figure dissipated again, as if it had never appeared here.

The strong who can reach the sky, the strong can reach the sky, and it is really extraordinary!

The further you go, the greater the pressure, the power of the terrifying artistic conception permeates this space, some are the artistic conception of the knife, the terrifying edge is permeated in the space, cutting wantonly, and the body is painful, and some are the artistic conception of the wind, the wind is howling, like a hurricane sweeping, and the wind blades cut the heaven and earth.

At this moment, Ye Feng stepped forward, the immortal sword body was running, the divine sea roared, and the whole body was surrounded by brilliant golden light, which was used to resist the power of this terrifying artistic conception.

The power of artistic conception, the higher it goes, the more terrifying it becomes, not everyone can come to this kind of place, because when the strength is low, even the power of resisting the artistic conception emitted by this artistic conception stele can not be done, how can you get close to this artistic conception stele and comprehend the power of this artistic conception.

The greater the pressure, the greater the reward.

At this moment, Ye Feng didn't know how long he had been walking, walking on the way of this artistic conception, forgetting the passage of time for the time being, and just kept moving forward.

The higher you go, the more rare the artistic conception stone monument becomes.

But the power of their artistic conception is more and more terrifying!