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His cultivation is not high, he is only a mid-stage chivalrous man, but he has spent more than forty years silently guarding the Ye family day and night.

Before setting out on the expedition, the blood in his body was surging and restless, and he could once again follow the young master in the first battle, and the supreme glory and excitement filled his heart.

That night, he carefully selected a large sword in the armory hall. He liked that big knife very much, because it was the first pseudo-royal weapon in his life, and he sat in the square of the Ancient Leaf Sect and caressed it all night.

The world is unpredictable, no one could have imagined that this trip to Danzong would become Zhang Jie's last battle, and his life would end at this moment.

I stopped breathing, and my heart stopped beating. When Ye Feng pulled out the bloody knife, Zhang Jie fell in a pool of blood.

Blood dripped down the tip of the knife, and the ticking sound stimulated Ye Feng's eardrums, and Zhang Jie's corpse lying in a pool of blood stimulated every nerve in Ye Feng's body.

I don't know when, maybe it was the moment Ye Feng pulled out the big knife, and Danzong became as quiet as deathly.

Yu Zhongnan, the young master of the Sword Sect, fainted and died a hundred meters away, and Mohu, who fell at the foot of the stone statue, was also unconscious. The eyes of the more than 20,000 people who woke up one after another did not blink, always looking at Ye Feng who was holding a big knife and Zhang Jie who was lying in a pool of blood.

Ye Feng stood motionless in front of Zhang Jie's corpse, his black eyes staring directly at Zhang Jie's pale face.

This stop is an hour. For an hour, Ye Feng never moved, but if you look at the corners of his eyes, you will find traces of tears. And in those dark eyes like a black hole, there was a touch of sadness and pain.

The knife fell to the ground, and the blade of the knife smashed into the bloody water and splashed a few drops.

Ye Feng slowly lowered his head, his black eyes looked at the few drops of blood on the surface of the cloth boots, and the face that was always calm and numb twitched a few times imperceptibly.

"It hurts!"

One word, light and light. But after it came out of Ye Feng's mouth, it was still heard very clearly by the more than 20,000 people in the square.

This word was one of the few words that Ye Feng said after being dominated by the qi of yin death. If the black-robed man who passed on the Yin Death Qi to the Ye family's main vein was here, he would definitely be speechless in surprise. Because he really understands the qi of yin death too well, and he does not have the will to be dominated by the qi of yin and death because he does not have chivalrous cultivation, he has no feelings and cannot feel pain. In the never-ending slaughter, the rapid consumption of energy leads to death.

Ye Feng was in this stage, and no one knew that Ye Feng at this time was already strong on the outside. His internal organs were failing and festering, and even the frequency of his heart's beating was extremely slow, often taking three or four breaths before it would beat slightly.

In fact, there was originally an Ancient Yuan Worm in his dantian, and the Yin Death Qi would not have damaged Ye Feng's viscera so seriously, but Ye Feng sucked the black fog in the sky and the death Qi in the bodies of more than 20,000 people into his body, causing the Yin Death Qi to become stronger and stronger, and suppressing the weakness of the Ancient Yuan Worm to the extreme.

In addition, Ye Feng unconsciously used the power of Yin Death Qi to kill people, which made Yin Death Qi constantly stimulate Ye Feng's soul, and the soul intensified the function of taking from **, which would cause Ye Feng's body organs to be overwhelmed.

Ye Feng didn't know all this. However, a trace of grief flashed because of Zhang Jie's death, but after an hour of sedimentation, it reached its peak.

I saw Ye Feng standing in front of Zhang Jie's corpse and suddenly raised his head, roaring at the white mist in the air, and then under the gaze of more than 20,000 people, a large amount of black gas was instantly emitted from Ye Feng's body.

This black qi was tumbling rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped Ye Feng in it. Gradually, Ye Feng's body became more and more blurred, and when the black qi almost covered Ye Feng, Ye Feng actually raised his right fist and smashed it hard against the ground under him.

A loud bang spread in all directions, and Danzong's huge square trembled slightly. When the dust and rubble fell and dispersed, a huge crater with a diameter of one meter appeared. And Ye Feng disappeared in place.

More than 20,000 people in the square were pale with fright, they had never seen anyone with such terrifying power. But while fearing Ye Feng's strength, thousands of people were also looking for Ye Feng's traces.

At this moment, the deafening rumbling sound sounded one after another, when they saw the black air mass above the head of the boulder statue, more than 20,000 people in the square stood up in panic and scattered to dodge, among which three of them were in the middle of the ancient Ye Sect The chivalrous man rushed out, came to Mohu, Yu Zhongnan and Zhang Jie who was lying under the pit, and rushed to the stairs in a panic after carrying it.

In an instant, there was no one in the square, and Ye Feng, who was standing on the giant stone statue, seemed to be crazy, and frantically bombarded the stone statue with his fists.

One Punch ...... Five Fist ...... Ten Punches...... Twenty punches...... Forty punches...... Eighty punches.

Ye Feng irrationally vented the sadness in his heart that made him irritable, but the more he wanted to vent it, the more intense the sadness in his heart became.

The rumbling sound became more and more deafening, and the ten fingers of his hands were no longer flesh and skin, and the exposed white bones were hung with blood, and the finger bones were also densely marked by the hitting of the stones again and again.

But Ye Feng still couldn't feel the pain in his hands, only the sadness in his heart that disgusted him.

As Ye Feng kept bombarding, dense cracks gradually appeared on the stone statue's head, and it was really impossible to imagine whether Ye Feng's punch would kill a late-stage knight. Perhaps, even in the face of Ye Feng's punch in the early stage, he would dodge and not touch it.

The bombardment continued, and he couldn't count how many punches Ye Feng had thrown. But a quarter of an hour later, there was a series of clicking sounds, and the huge head of the stone statue shattered into hundreds of petals, and smashed towards the square.

The booming sound was deafening, and the dust rose into the sky. Faintly, a dark shadow loomed in the dusty square, and every time he landed, there would be a rumbling sound of flying sand and rocks around him.

More than 20,000 people didn't know what happened to Ye Feng, but they faintly sensed that Ye Feng was trying to smash Danzong's square and shatter every inch of Danzong's land.

This process lasted for half an hour, and a heart-rending roar spread in all directions in the dust mist. When the roaring voice dissipated, Danzong fell silent again.

The earth returned to calm and no longer trembled, and the dust in the air slowly fell.

The more than 20,000 people who were rescued by Ye Feng retreated to the thirty-three steps, and no one said a word at this moment, just staring down and quietly waiting for the dust to disperse.

Three-minute ...... Five minutes...... Ten minutes...... Thirty minutes.

On weekdays, 30 minutes is a blink of an eye for more than 20,000 people. But at this moment, every minute and every second seems like a year.

Gradually, the dust turned from thick to light, and then completely fell to the ground.

When Danzong's square once again fell into the eyes of more than 20,000 people, everyone's minds were roaring for a moment, and they felt that the scene they saw was not real at all.

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