"You're good, young man, but if that's all you can do, then you can rest in peace."

Saying that Zhang Xingquan didn't give Ye Feng time to breathe, the long whip in his hand turned into a black shadow again and swept along Ye Feng's waist.

Ye Feng had just split Zhang Xingquan's whip, and his left foot was still aching, he knew that Zhang Xingquan's whip was definitely not an ordinary whip, even a magic weapon, or an offensive magic weapon.

Ye Feng knew that as long as a formation was embedded in the weapon, and then spiritual power was injected according to a certain method, the attributes of the weapon would change qualitatively, and the performance was good, even several times higher than the original attributes.

This is what a warrior calls a magic weapon or weapon.

Seeing Zhang Xingquan's whip attack again, Ye Feng frowned, and said in his heart should he also prepare a weapon, otherwise it doesn't matter if he deals with ordinary people, but it is a great loss to deal with these martial arts masters with his bare hands, but the natal immortal sword cannot be used casually, it is the strongest means to save his life.

Seeing that the long whip turned into a whip curtain again, Ye Feng's feet condensed the true qi of the immortal family, and collided with the long whip again.

"Bang bang."

The sound of Ye Feng's left foot intersecting with the whip was like slamming the door with a fist, his left foot trembled faintly, and several blood marks were clearly visible.

It's too much of a loss to have no weapons, if it weren't for the fact that he was a cultivator, his divine sense was sensitive, and he could feel the trajectory of the opponent's whip body, in the midst of the heavy whip curtain, he would really be whipped into hemp strips by the opponent's whip.

Seeing Ye Feng smash his whip away for the second time, a trace of surprise flashed in Zhang Xingquan's heart again, but he also saw Ye Feng's disadvantage, so he didn't believe that Ye Feng's internal qi was stronger than what he had cultivated for decades.

When Zhang Xingquan's second whip shadow was repelled by Ye Feng, he didn't even withdraw the whip. The whip in his hand changed his move directly in the air, and the third shot was only one whip.

"Break it for me!"

Zhang Xingquan roared angrily and vowed to break Ye Feng's left foot with a whip.

Before this whip without a whip shadow hit Ye Feng, there was a scorching heat, and under Ye Feng's divine sense, he realized that this whip was much thicker than the two whip shadows just now, and even several times more powerful.

Ye Feng immediately knew that this should be the opponent's lore, dozens of whip shadows were slow and then fast, and then they were drawn towards Ye Feng at the same time, making people see that there was only one whip. As long as it is not controlled a little bit, a whip shadow will be formed, which will greatly affect the power of this whip.

Ye Feng's expression was solemn, he knew that the other party was going to kill him with this whip, because this whip not only gave him pressure that he had never felt before, but through the whip shadow, he also clearly felt the strong and determined killing intent of the other party.

"The center of gravity of his move is not in the middle of the whip, but in the whip, and his whip should have countless follow-up killing moves, if I can kick his whip, so that the center of gravity of his entire killing move is unstable, and the follow-up killing moves will not be connected."

Ye Feng was extremely calm, and through the cultivator's unique divine sense function, he instantly analyzed the trajectory and subsequent moves of Zhang Xingquan's lore whip.

At this time, he understood the insidiousness of the other party's killing move, if he still fought against the opponent's whip like just now, it would help the other party, making his whip more powerful when he hit him slightly, so that he and the other party combined to whip himself hard.

Damn, fortunately, Lao Tzu is not an ancient martial artist, but a cultivator, with a divine sense that ancient martial artists do not have, otherwise he would really be calculated by Zhang Xingquan today.

In the scorching shadow of the whip, Ye Feng slashed over again and smashed into the middle of the whip.

Zhang Xingquan was overjoyed in his heart, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of ridicule, boy, no matter how powerful you are, don't you want to follow Lao Tzu's way?

But the next moment, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, although Ye Feng smashed his whip with a kick, but his whip did not feel the slightest force, and there was not even any change, that is, Ye Feng's feet did not touch his whip.

What's going on?

If Ye Feng can see the power of his whip clearly, Zhang Xingquan will never believe it anyway, he has been cultivating to the second layer of the Xuan Rank for several years, and even he feels that he has the possibility of breaking through to the third layer of the Xuan Rank at any time, it can be said that he has already stepped into the threshold of the third layer of the Xuan Rank in half a step, even if he is a master of the third layer of the Xuan Rank, he may not be able to see the change in his move, how did this kid see it?

Zhang Xingquan was very confident in his whip, he blocked all the retreats of Ye Feng in front and back, just to force Ye Feng to fight him, but how could Ye Feng know the strength of his whip?

In the shadow of the whip, if it weren't for the whip he used, Zhang Xingquan would not be able to see the body of his whip clearly, let alone see the strength of the whip body.

This young man is too demonic, he will be killed no matter what today, or it will really be a big threat to the Zhang family in the future.

In the moment of thought, Zhang Xingquan had momentary doubts, but it was this moment's doubts that made his whip a little sluggish, and at this fleeting moment of sluggishness, Ye Feng had already grabbed his whip.

"Look for death!" Zhang Xingquan sneered in his heart, he didn't know how Ye Feng knew where the power of his whip was, and even if he knew the power of this whip, he would dare to catch the whip a little bit It was also an act of looking for death, he only needed to make a few more tricks, he would definitely die.

Zhang Xingquan was about to urge his internal qi, and when he stepped forward to kick Ye Feng at the same time, he suddenly felt a chill.

He suddenly felt a chill in his scorching whip shadow, which made Zhang Xingquan shiver.

He didn't know how many times he had fought, and of course he knew that even the slightest bad feeling in the battle could kill him. Zhang Xingquan was a cautious and calm person, and he couldn't care about hurting Ye Feng at this time, but wanted to retreat in time.

A faint green light suddenly appeared above Ye Feng's right hand, and then condensed into a light sword.

Ye Feng finally used the strongest killing move-Natal Immortal Sword.

"Condense a lightsaber out of thin air, you are a cultivator!" Zhang Xingquan's surprise was not trivial, and his body was a little stagnant.

But in this moment of his stagnation, his death sentence had already been pronounced.

As a former Haotian Immortal Venerable, how could Ye Feng not seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Undefeated Myth!"

Ye Feng let out a low roar, grabbed the natal immortal sword, and the last move of the undefeated sword trick undefeated myth came out, there was no gorgeous move change, it was just a simple sword, and the speed of the sword light was at least 3 times more than the speed of sound.

No one can describe the power of this sword, and no one can describe the coquettishness of this sword.

Zhang Xingquan saw a bright light flash in front of him, and then he felt a cold feeling coming from his legs.

Not good, Zhang Xingquan immediately knew that his feet were hit by bright light.

What kind of swordsmanship is this, how can there be such a fast sword!

With a "plop", Zhang Xingquan suddenly lost his center of gravity, and he fell to the ground. To his heartbreak, his feet were cut off and rolled far to the side.

Under the mixture of anger, as soon as Zhang Xingquan's hand was released, the whip fell into Ye Feng's hand.

Ye Feng grabbed Zhang Xingquan's whip, but he was not interested in checking it, he put away the natal immortal sword, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Zhang Xingquan, who had broken his legs, could no longer pose any threat to him.

Zhang Xingquan stopped the blood at the severed foot in horror, but until now, he didn't know how Ye Feng managed to condense the lightsaber out of thin air.

Ye Feng looked at his hand that had already broken a layer of skin, and there was even blood spilling out of the back of his palm, and he took out a Gathering Spirit Pill that he had only refined today and threw it into his mouth, and then secretly used the Empty Life and Void Destruction Chaos Yuan Creation Recipe to heal the wounds, and after two or three minutes, the scars on his hands dimmed.

Qinglong's face was shocked, and he admired Ye Feng from the bottom of his heart.

On the side, Zhang Biao was shocked, and his face was ashen.

He never thought that Ye Feng would be able to defeat his cousin, that was an ancient martial artist of the second layer of the Xuan Rank!

Ye Feng looked at Zhang Xingquan and said, "You are very powerful, if I hadn't just broken through three days ago, I would have died in your hands today, I didn't expect that your Zhang family would have a master like you, and it would not be easy to cultivate to this step of you, in fact, you shouldn't have come to provoke me." ”

The last sentence has already pronounced the death sentence of Zhang Xingquan.

"How did you just condense a light saber out of thin air, as far as I know, even the legendary Dao cultivators can't do this." Zhang Xingquan had gradually regained his composure at this time, he knew that he was in a catastrophe today, but even if he died, he had to die clearly.

"I'm going to make a fire out of thin air." Ye Feng stretched out his right hand, and a flame appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Fireball.

One of the combat skills of the third realm of qi cultivation and divine power realm, but now Ye Feng has only gathered in the spirit realm, although he can condense fireballs, but it is not very powerful, and the fireball technique he uses now can only pretend to be forced.

"You, who are you, and what kind of kung fu are you?" Zhang Xingquan was even more frightened than breaking his feet at this time, and Ye Feng's fireball technique completely shocked him. Nima, make a fire out of thin air, is this still a human being?

Ye Feng sneered, "Do you still have the leisure to ask who I am?" Let's talk about it, do you have a master like you in the Zhang family, maybe I will let you die quietly. ”

Zhang Xingquan didn't expect that he had the upper hand just now, but in the blink of an eye, he became a prisoner, although he was very unwilling, but the facts in front of him made him calm down, and he was silent for a moment but said: "If the moment I felt the chill just now, I didn't want to retreat, but jumped up, can I avoid your move?" ”

Zhang Xingquan is worthy of being a martial arts wizard, and he did not forget to discuss martial arts with the enemy when he died.

Ye Feng smiled faintly, "No, the reason why I cut off your feet is because I don't want you to die so quickly, I also want to learn some information about the Zhang family from your mouth." ”

Zhang Xingquan smiled bleakly, "You are ruthless enough." ”

"Alright, now for my question." Ye Feng didn't want to waste any more time, this was an office area, and the longer the time, the more it would attract the attention of other company personnel.

"You dream, haha." Zhang Xingquan laughed, and Ye Feng saw that his seven orifices were bleeding, and then his whole face stiffened and he was no longer alive.

"Suicide by poisoning!" Ye Feng's eyelids picked, this Zhang Xingquan is really decisive enough.

Damn, it's so crisp.

Ye Feng sneered, raised his hand and threw a fireball technique on Zhang Xingquan's body, and in the frightened eyes of Qinglong and Zhang Biao, Zhang Xingquan's body was quickly burned to ashes.

Although he can't fight with fireball art yet, it is still difficult for him to burn a corpse.

Only then did Ye Fei turn to look at Zhang Biao.

Zhang Biao had already been frightened by all this, and sat on the ground with paralysis.

"Answer my question." Ye Feng stared at Zhang Biao with a cold look in his eyes.