The concussive power of the seven dark energies was stronger and stronger each time, but compared to the eighth dark aura that finally rushed towards Ye Feng, it was ten times or even a hundred times inferior. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But when this last dark energy burst out, the sky above the Ancient Ye Sect suddenly echoed with Ye Feng's laughter.

The laughter stunned the evil devil who had just stood up straight, and Li Muwan, Yu Jun, Sima Yanru and others also showed different degrees of humility in their eyes.

But before everyone could understand why Ye Feng was laughing, they saw Ye Feng slap the ground again.

This scene fell in the eyes of the evil devil, but in exchange for a cold snort with mockery.

"Stupid! I saw that you were still not seriously injured. ”

Ye Feng had slapped the ground several times, but each time he would be injured by the dark energy and fall to the ground. Right now, Ye Feng was still stubbornly slapping the ground, and the evil devil also laughed at Ye Feng in his heart, he was stupid.

But if you look at Ye Feng carefully, this time the ground is obviously different from the previous times. The purple sword that he had never lost in his hand was actually flipped with Ye Feng at this moment.

"Demons! Thank you for the Eight Extremes, otherwise it would have been a long time for me to understand this last formula. ”

Ye Feng's eyes, ears, nose and mouth were still bleeding outward, making Ye Feng extraordinarily cautious at this moment. And as he spoke, he saw that the blood-stained hands tightly grasped the hilt of the purple sword, and with the momentum of falling, the sharp tip of the sword pierced directly into the ground.

Instantly! I saw that the ground centered on Ye Feng collapsed rapidly outward.

The ground that collapsed and burst apart instantly spread out ten meters in a circle, and then extended from ten meters to twenty meters, and then collided with the eighth dark energy.

The collision of the two forces, although there was no rumbling sound, but it shook out a layer of extremely strong wind barrier, which drove the shattered clods of soil and bluestone straight into the sky, and the dust rolled up instantly submerged Ye Feng and the evil devil.

"My heavenly ......, a simple stab can cause so much damage, what is the name of this exercise? Even if it's not a ground-level martial art, I'm afraid it's a pseudo-ground-level martial art, right? ”

The general platform was shaking, and Shangguan Die, who was sitting on the top of the stage, was already stunned.

"It's by far the fiercest battle I've ever seen." Yu Jun gasped, and when he opened his mouth to say surprise, his eyes stared ahead without blinking, and he also wondered if Ye Feng would be able to save the day after the dust cleared.

Li Muwan was a little shocked, but the look on her face was more worried and nervous.

"It will definitely be able to resist, Ye Feng will not be defeated, and the Ancient Ye Sect will definitely be able to survive this catastrophe smoothly."

Compared with Li Muwan's worries, Sima Yanru's face was extremely gloomy. And the solemnity and shock in her eyes contrasted sharply with the expression on her face, which showed that Sima Yanru's heart was extremely uneasy.

"How is this possible? When I left the Qingshui Kingdom, Ye Feng was just a chivalrous man. How did he become so powerful in the course of a year? My hatred ...... How do I report it? ”

Sima Yanru was difficult to calm down, and the heart in his body was even more difficult to calm down. She couldn't understand how Ye Feng could become a chivalrous man in just one year? How could it be possible to learn such an earth-shattering martial art?

You must know that some martial arts cultivators who have studied martial arts for ten or a hundred years may not be able to comprehend a pseudo-earth-level martial arts. Even if most martial arts cultivators have practiced day and night without eating or drinking for thirty years, they may not be able to be promoted from chivalrous cultivation to later chivalrous cultivation.

In Sima Yanru's eyes, it is not that there is no such pride in the Middle Earth Continent, but it is undoubtedly rare to be able to do this, and it is even more impossible for the small Qingshui Kingdom to have such a pride in the sky.

But the scene in front of him gave Sima Yanru a resounding slap in the face.

Her mind roared when she was beaten, and she was discouraged when she was injured.

Han Zidie was pointed to the acupoint by the Golden Emperor, she stood still and motionless, but the battle from beginning to end was seen by Han Zidie.

"At that time, I was in the White Realm of the Holy Martial Academy, but fortunately, the Holy Venerable made a move in the end, otherwise I would have been killed by Ye Feng that day. Ay! He...... It's so strong, so powerful that I, a late-stage knight, can't get close to him. If he wants to kill me, he can do it with a thought in his heart. ”

Ye Feng's strength made Han Zidie also full of emotion. As he remembered the scene of the Holy Martial Academy's killing of Ye Feng, what had happened with Ye Feng in Qingshui Country also surged into Han Zidie's mind like a tide.

At this moment, if Han Zidie hadn't been pointed, thinking of the past scenes with Ye Feng, maybe she would have shown a sweet smile, and there would be a pleasant giggle in her laughter.

Dust slowly drifted down in everyone's different thoughts. As the dust turned from thick to light, two people could be faintly seen standing in the dust, but there was no dazzling purple light.

The face of the evil demon was slightly pale, and he looked at Ye Feng and frowned, and there was no other color in those eyes except fear.

"It's so strong...... A sword. ”

The demon son opened his mouth, and from just a few words, he could feel how frightened the evil devil's heart was.

Thirty meters away, Ye Feng's body shook slightly.

He still held the purple sword in his hand, but the purple sword had dimmed and lost its purple glow.

A sword and a sword can give birth to spirituality over time, and martial arts practitioners call them instrument spirits.

The spirit of the machine is also the soul of a sword. Like a person, the body is a sword, and the soul is the sword spirit.

If the body falls, the soul dies.

If the soul perishes, the body becomes an empty shell.

Ye Feng used the 'Three Uniques of the Angry Sword', which has three styles of martial arts, slashing, sweeping, and stabbing.

Among them, the power of the slashing sword style is slightly weaker, the sweeping sword style can be ranked medium, and the most lethal is the bayonet sword style.

But the 'Angry Sword Three Uniques' is still a pseudo-earth-level martial art after all, and it is a grade different from the Eight Extremes Collapse of the Evil Devil. Coupled with the gap between Ye Feng's cultivation and the evil devil, the eight dark energies were all pressed on the purple sword, and the spirit in the sword was destroyed by the purple sword and became a broken sword, and there was no longer a trace of light.

Bloody eyes looked at the half-cut purple sword in his hand, Ye Feng's breathing gradually thickened, the green tendons on his forehead also tensed, and a murderous aura that made everyone tremble suddenly appeared, and those blood-colored eyes also revealed monstrous anger.

At the moment when the monstrous anger revealed his eyes, Ye Feng gently raised his left hand, caressing the sword body to the fracture, and an angry roar shook the entire Ancient Ye Sect.

Before the roar dissipated, I saw Ye Feng's right hand swing violently, stabbing the broken sword into the ground, his body shook and quickly arrived at the side of the Golden Emperor, and the palm of his right hand grabbed the Golden Emperor, only to see the Golden Emperor's body involuntarily rise into the air.

The next scene is terrifying. I saw Ye Feng's right hand clasping the head of the Golden Emperor deadly, and it didn't take three breaths for Ye Feng to throw the Golden Emperor's corpse out of more than thirty meters with a wave of his hand.

"Devil, if you nullify my sword, I will kill you."

In a word, it shook the evil devil's eardrums. But the evil demon didn't pay attention to it, because he felt a powerful coercion on Ye Feng's body, which was the coercion that belonged to the hero.

The demon swallowed, and as he muttered, his body trembled slightly.

"Hero...... Third-rate! ”