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"The seventy-second style of the Great Zhou, the third style, hugging the mountain seal."

With a few whispers, Ye Feng's hands stretched out like wings, and his arms were raised towards the sky, like an overlord holding a crown.

At this time, he was covered in blue light, spitting out sword qi like substance, and the sword qi was like a torrent dense all over his body, tearing through the air and roaring, the roar was more piercing than the sonic boom.

A majestic pressure collapsed from far and near, as if an ancient sacred mountain was held in his arms and was about to be smashed out.

This kind of general trend cannot be felt by ordinary people.

Only the martial artists who had condensed their internal qi could detect one or two, and they all turned pale and stood unsteadily, feeling an invisible terrifying force covering the sky and the sun.

"It's too strong! It's too strong! ”

They looked at the figure of the young man standing proudly on the stormy waves, like a small snake seeing a real dragon, and after making people look up, there is only despair.

Several ancient martial arts masters who had reached the Dao cultivation and felt that the masters of the arts were bold and wanted to find out, but before their spiritual power got close to Ye Feng, they were shocked by the inexplicable terrifying air flow and vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"Hehe, old ghost Yan, you're here too." An old man in a tunic who vomited blood smiled bitterly at a burly old man in a white practice robe.

The old man in the tunic who spoke was a Xingyi boxer from the north, who had already stepped into the Great Perfection of the Dao, and was quite famous in the Xingyi Gate, and had gone into the Arctic Ice Plain alone to practice and killed dozens of black bears besieging him with his bare hands.

The burly old man, known as "Old Ghost Yan", only to find out that it was an old friend when he heard the words, immediately showed an embarrassed look, and then sighed astringently:

"It seems that you and I are both old, you Xingyimen has produced a few young talents in recent years, and there are only three or two big cats and kittens left in my Tai Chi vein, most of them are grandstanding, and they are gradually declining."

It turned out that "Yan Lao Ghost" was actually a member of the Chinese Tai Chi lineage.

"Who said no, that young powerhouse named Ye Feng is really an eye-opener, I don't know where he came from, even if he loses today, he can also have a resounding reputation in the entire Huaxia martial arts world." The old man of Xingyi Gate also sighed.

"Haha, there are talents from all generations, and it is a great blessing in this life to be able to witness the strong rise of a young grandmaster today." The old man of Taijimen is free and easy.

While they were talking, above the river, Wei Chengfeng's domineering and incomparable knife also fell, and he was majestic, stepping on the void and pointing at the country with one hand.

The sword is full of energy, crushing everything.

"Your move is very good, there is a kind of general trend that sweeps everything, you can understand the use of moves and general trends at a young age, and your talent can be said to be better than me."

"It's a pity that you're still not my opponent, the second Jedi Ninefold Slash, everyone I've seen is dead, and you'll be the fourth."

When the knife fell, Wei Chengfeng stared at the motionless Ye Feng and said lightly, exuding invincible confidence.

As he had said, the warriors who had seen his second sword had become ghosts.

"Oh? You're so confident. Ye Feng shook his head, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." ”

After saying that, he smashed down with his outstretched hands.

Boom Boom!

In the dark, it was like thunder in the void, and several thunder explosions sounded in the sky, as if something had collapsed, and it seemed as if something had been pulled out by Ye Feng and smashed out.

In an instant, a hundred tons of TNT exploded on the surface of the river, causing an earth-shattering earthquake and tsunami, and dozens of pounds of big fish were blown out with the river water and flew in the air in a daze.

Seeing this scene, the people watching on both sides of the Yangtze River all opened their mouths wide and couldn't make any sound.

"This, is this still martial arts?"

This method of turning the river and the sea is far beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding, just like a land immortal.

And Wei Chengfeng, who was in the whirlpool of battle, had already been smashed into the river alive, and rushed out with an embarrassed face, staring at Ye Feng with a gloomy face, his clothes were in tatters, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"What's your name for that?"

Wei Chengfeng had lost the confidence he had just now at this time, and only trembled as much as he left.

The second Jedi Ninefold Slash that he triggered with all his internal qi was like tofu, and was smashed by the strange move that Ye Feng unleashed.

How can it be? He felt incredible, Ye Feng was obviously weaker than himself, and he was able to easily break his Wei family's stunt, how did the other party do it?

This Jiangnan Wei family dragon, who has always been invincible, has been hit hard for the first time.

was also frustrated, as well as the Wei family's mastery that he was proud of.

Ye Feng glanced at him, and then spoke:

"This move is called holding the mountain seal, and this move is only the third move in my seventy-two styles of the Great Zhou."

This is just the training tactics of the Great Zhou Kingdom, and it doesn't hurt to tell the other party.

Hearing this, Wei Chengfeng was silent, not shocked on the surface, but in fact he was shocked inside.

Is it just a third move? It already made him unable to compete, and he had never heard of the exercises Ye Feng said, which made him feel a great sense of powerlessness on the spot.

How did he know that the seventy-two styles of the Great Zhou Dynasty are a kind of combat methods used in the world to train and strengthen the army, with both immortal and martial arts, integrating strength and magic, and the power is endless.

"Da Zhou Seventy-two Style, how many moves can you use now?"

After a pause, Wei Chengfeng asked again.

He didn't believe that Ye Feng could perform a more powerful fourth move, which was similar to the situation where he could only fully master the second sword of the Jedi Ninefold Slash at the moment.

"Just three moves, I can't control the fourth move yet, wait until I cultivate a little higher." Ye Feng said truthfully, shaking his head and sighing softly as he spoke, as if he was not very satisfied with the power of the mountain seal just now.

As everyone knows, when he heard him say this, Wei Chengfeng was overjoyed in his heart.

"It seems that this kid is also like this, if he uses the Jedi Ninefold Slash to kill him with the third sword, it should be easy."

Thinking of this, his face changed, he retreated to a place thirty meters away from Ye Feng to step on the river, and said slowly: "Master Ye, you and I have been fighting back and forth, and we are happy, why don't you win or lose the third battle?" ”

At this time, he had already honored Ye Feng and Master Wei Ye in person, and he had already recognized Ye Feng's strength from the bottom of his heart and regarded him as a great enemy.

"It's okay, then the third move will determine whether you win or lose." Ye Feng glanced at Wei Chengfeng and nodded, originally thinking that Baoshan Yin could crush and defeat the other party, but Wei Chengfeng was stronger than he thought, and actually resisted.

The half-step Grandmaster was even stronger than he had imagined.

But this is nothing, the seventy-two styles of the Great Zhou were originally temporarily decided to use in order to save mana Zhenyuan, and they are not his hole cards.

He also has a few hole cards, True Fire, Thunder and Kendo.

True Fire, the most powerful hole card at the moment, cannot be used without permission, and must be left at the most critical moment.

The power of the Lei Fa is not strong enough, and it is no problem to deal with the Fa cultivation of Meng Chong and others who have entered the Dao, but it has little effect on Wei Chengfeng in the upper quasi-foundation building period, and the latter has a strong internal qi that is enough to resist.

"Then, you can only use the way of the sword, although there is no flying sword yet, but it should be more than enough to deal with Wei Chengfeng."

After pondering for a few seconds, Ye Feng had a plan in his heart.

In the distance, Wei Chengfeng stepped on the river and stretched out his hands, and immediately a silver dangling cold knife about three meters long appeared in his hand.

"Master Ye, this is the first time I have used the third sword of the Jedi Ninefold Slash, the power is several times stronger than the second sword, your move to hold the mountain seal is powerful, but it can't be resisted."

He was right, when the knife qi that was nearly three meters long appeared, the river water centered on Wei Chengfeng was solidifying, and it actually formed ice cubes in broad daylight.

Resisting qi into a knife, and sword qi into ice, this is almost beyond the scope of worldly exercises, close to the real magic power.

"Oh."

Ye Feng just glanced at it, this kind of carving insect skill also dared to show off in front of his sword.

He sat down cross-legged, hung on the surface of the river, and said silently: "My sword way, the way is in the sword, and all things become swords." ”

A few simple words, just like the thunder mystery he comprehended, the words are strong, revealing the loneliness of things being people and not the vicissitudes of time.

It seems that a weak-crowned young man, carrying a wooden sword on his back, shuttles through the Demon Beast Python Mountain day after day, year after year, no matter how others make fun of how he rolls his eyes, he also practices consistently, and bears the loneliness and bitterness of a swordsman alone.

As soon as the words fell, on the vast river surface of the smoke, pieces of water that were as clear as dew suddenly rose, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into a sword above his head.

The sword looked as small as a little finger, and it didn't have the slightest breath, so no one knew how powerful it was.

However, Wei Chengfeng could feel an extremely dangerous killing machine, and he was in a Shura field, and the young man sitting in the river was the killing god.

This made him extremely frightened, and he actually had the idea of escaping.

"Invincible! Invincible! ”

The sharp instincts of a battle-hardened half-step grandmaster told him he had to flee from this place.

However, it was too late, and I saw Ye Feng standing up, holding a sword in one hand, and his arrogance was monstrous, like an invincible monarch dynasty he had killed.