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His iron sword shook, and it swept around suddenly, and a strong light suddenly erupted, as if thousands of lightsabers erupted at the same time, and the roar spread out in all directions.

Ye Feng stepped back incomparably leisurely, his ten fingers flying, shattering those fierce forces one by one.

"Still, keep ......"

With an expression that was not yet enjoyable, he looked at the treasure mirror monk, and a scorching light flashed in his eyes.

It's not enough.

Ye Feng needed more pressure and more stimulation, and the strength that Monk Baojing was showing now was far from enough to stimulate him.

"Xuanjie Exercises, "Eight Swords of Breaking the Sky", please advise. ”

The treasure mirror monk's expression was extremely solemn, the iron sword was slowly retracted, horizontal to his chest, solemn and solemn, and a deep aura arose spontaneously, making his whole person exude a terrifying coercion.

The strength shown by Ye Feng was enough to make Baojing go all out.

"The first style, a sword towards the sky......"

The tip of the dark iron sword seemed to glow with a faint light.

But in an instant, this light was thousands of times stronger, and the ring was like a sun erupting, and the light was so dazzling that the audience couldn't help but close their eyes, but they were still stimulated to tears.

Ye Feng also narrowed his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly.

The divine thought spread, and in that intense white light, a black sword shadow swept silently like a swimming fish, giving him a strong and incomparably threatening sense, if Ye Feng was the vast Tianyu, then this sword was the Sky Splitting Sword that urgently needed to tear through the Tianyu, seemingly silent, but the vigorous momentum was contained in it, just waiting for the last moment to explode with all its might.

"Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand" ......"

The true yuan was pervasive, the five fingers of Ye Feng's right hand rattled, and the bone joints seemed to be adjusting something, and in an instant, the five fingers turned into steel hard hooks, and they were torn down suddenly, and the black sword shadow was taken directly.

Splashing sparks, screeching frictions, and the crestling clash of energy.

In an instant, Ye Feng only felt that his five fingers were numb and hot, as if they were about to burn, and they were red, but the unstoppable sword of the Treasure Mirror Monk was stopped by him.

"The second type, a sword ...... the sea"

The strong light of the first sword has not yet dissipated, and the treasure mirror monk used the second sword, boom, as if thunder sounded between heaven and earth, and the sound of rolling waves came from all directions, like a stormy wave, with the momentum of a mountain collapse and sea cracking, and pressed down towards Ye Feng with all his might.

"Overlord Lifts the ......"

Ye Feng also shouted angrily, the joints of his body trembled violently, and the power was constantly transmitted from the toes, calves, knees, thighs, waist, and spine, and in an instant, it was transmitted to the fists of both fists, and he suddenly pushed upward, and the whole person seemed to be incarnated as a giant, roaring and supporting the entire Tianyu.

Rumble!

A deafening roar exploded abruptly.

The violent hurricane spread in all directions, and the hunt was furious, and the spectators were blown back again and again by this wave of strong winds, and their faces ached, and only a few people could insist on staying nearby to watch the battle.

"Is this still a battle in the Mortal Realm? Dan Gathering Realm is nothing more than that......" Fang Tangjing muttered to himself, trembling with excitement.

"Tsk, this monk is too fierce, fortunately I didn't continue to fight, otherwise I would have suffered the boss's crime in the face of this move. Lan Baoshu was also scared, and patted his chest again and again to rejoice.

Chen Xue'er and Feng Ying both squinted their eyes, looking nervously at the battle in the ring, with a hint of worry.

In the ring, Ying Shaotian was nailed to the edge of the ring like a nail, and he looked very chic.

But at this time, his face was flushed, and he was overwhelmed by the aftermath of the battle between the two, and his bones "clicked", as if he would be swept out by the hurricane in the next moment.

Ying Shaotian could have retired from the ring, but in order to maintain his prince's chic face, he had to hold on to it, and he was also a guy who wanted to save face and suffer from it.

"A sword ...... a mountain splitting"

"A sword ...... the sea"

"Breaking the Wind with a Sword ......"

The treasure mirror monk's face was solemn, his bald head exuded a bubbling mist, Zhenyuan was obviously excited to the extreme, and three swords came out in an instant, the swords were fierce, and they blasted out with a fierce and unparalleled momentum.

Ye Feng was so excited that he couldn't speak, his blood was boiling, the battle intent in his bones was stimulated by this fierce sword move, and a pair of iron fists smashed out one punch after another like a meteor hammer, and the momentum was monstrous.

Dangdang!

With three loud bangs, the treasure mirror monk stepped back, a trace of flush flashed across his black face, the white mist above his head became thicker, and his expression became more solemn and solemn.

Ye Feng stood firmly in place, and traces of blood appeared on his fists.

"Come again. It's so exciting, it's so exciting!" he laughed, the light in his eyes intensifying, and the battle intent boiled.

"A Sword ...... to Destroy the Earth"

The treasure mirror monk let out a long breath of turbidity, and climbed up a high level with a bang, his eyes burst out, and he shouted wildly, and the iron sword was like dragging thousands of mountains, sluggish and heavy, and smashed down suddenly.

Before he got close, the oppressive and majestic momentum had already firmly locked on Ye Feng, and he couldn't escape, he couldn't dodge, he could only hit it hard.

"Looks like I'm going to get a serious punch!"

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth floated with a happy smile, his spine instantly stretched like a bow, his lunge raised his fist, his fist was like a flying arrow, and he squirted out with a snort, the momentum was fierce, and the sharpness was extreme.

What about the thousands of mountains?

Watch me smash it!

Rumble!

The iron sword swung high, the treasure mirror monk floated under his feet, and a strong force seemed to lift his whole person up and throw him out, but he roared, and pressed down his center of gravity, allowing himself to firmly step on the earth, but he still couldn't stop the force, and retreated step by step, his bald head was covered with sweat, and his face was pale.

"Eight swords, aren't there still two swords? ”

Ye Feng shook the blood droplets condensed on the surface of his fist, there were obvious blood marks on it, obviously the flesh was broken by the sword qi of the treasure mirror monk.

Despite being injured, Ye Feng was in a happy mood, showing a smile of battle intent, staring at the treasure mirror monk with burning eyes, waiting for the other party to use the last two swords that were even more powerful.

"I have tried my best, the last two swords cannot be used, Your Excellency is strong, I admit defeat. "The treasure mirror monk was in a hurry, his chest was fluctuating, but his expression was very indifferent, and he was very open to failure.

With his current state, not to mention the last two swords, even in the face of an ordinary Mortal Realm master, he was powerless to parry, and fighting with Ye Feng consumed too much of his True Yuan, and now he had reached the limit, and he was unable to continue.

Ye Feng showed a very disappointed expression, and his boiling battle intent hung in the air, not up or down, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

But Monk Baojing has already admitted defeat, and he can't force others to fight.

Ye Feng's eyes swept around, under the ring, the audience couldn't help but breathe, they didn't dare to look at it, they lowered their heads one after another, even Ying Shaotian, who regarded himself as the master of Qin Capital, turned his head unnaturally and looked in other directions.

Draw your sword and look around, dazed.

Ye Feng felt that his mood was like a poem, and his excitement had just risen, and suddenly there was no follow-up, and he was extremely unhappy in a daze.

"Can anyone fight?"

Ye Feng still had the mentality of trying, and asked loudly.

There was silence, no one responded.

If Ye Feng's strength is the same as that of Fang Tang Mirror, or even similar to the previous Blue Treasure Tree, then there will definitely be a powerhouse in the Mortal Realm who can't help but make a move, but the key is that the power of the previous Treasure Mirror Monk's "Eight Swords of Breaking the Sky" is too amazing, even if the masters in the late stage of the Mortal Realm look at these swords, they are invincible, and they are not opponents.

But Ye Feng took this amazing trick casually, and compared with the two sides, people who are not confident enough will definitely not dare to respond.

Ye Feng really didn't want to end like this, and continued to wait, but the surroundings were quiet, and the audience looked up at him with a look of awe, but none of them dared to come up.

"The boss is really majestic!"

Fang Tangjing looked at the slender figure in the ring and spoke with envy.

"If you want to, you can continue to go up and invite the battle?" The blue treasure tree rolled his eyes and pouted, but was glared at him fiercely by Fang Tangjing.

Today's ring has completely become Ye Feng's stage, he just stands quietly on it, he has a fluttering elegance, his eyes are shining, but he exudes an inexplicable power that makes people's hearts palpitate, the whole person seems to occupy the whole world, and others can only take him as the center and worship.

If you don't have enough self-confidence, you will tremble just by standing in the ring, and the subtle atmosphere is too oppressive.

"Your Excellency is full of wine and food, why don't you come down and have a discussion?"

Ye Feng finally became impatient, looked up at the second floor of Jingyun Restaurant, and spoke loudly.

On the second floor, near the window, those who were watching the battle were swept by Ye Feng's eyes, and they all felt trembling, and they hurriedly avoided it, and gave up an empty position.

"Brother Ming......"

Ying Shaotian's eyes flickered, and an excited expression appeared on his face, waiting for the gray-haired young man's response.

"Not interested......"

The gray-haired young man did not look back, his voice was muffled and lazy.

"You're not interested, I'm interested. Ye Feng showed an interesting smile, and with one step, he swept from the ring to the second floor and landed beside the gray-haired young man.

"They all say that the three great joys of life, eating, sleeping, and fighting, friends, let's talk about it, exchange feelings, isn't it great?"

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and pressed it on the shoulder of the gray-haired young man, and said with a smile.

"Why are you so arrogant? I said I'm not interested, don't get in the way of my eating......" The gray-haired young man's shoulders collapsed, and the chair under the seat slipped outward, and in a blink of an eye, he changed direction, but he was still clicking and gnawing on the braised pig's trotters on the table, and the food was extremely fresh.

On that table, there were five or six red pig's trotters in a large clay basin, as well as a large pot of braised pork, and fragrant and tender sauced beef.

This gray-haired young man is clearly a carnivore.