To the southeast of the Zangke Mountains is a wide valley of tens of thousands of square meters.

In the middle of the valley, except for some broad-leaved trees that rarely see sunlight and do not grow tall, only thatch is more than half a foot high.

Half a day after Ye Feng's challenge, Mr. Dry Bone and the remaining disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect all came here.

After entering the valley, Mr. Dry Bone carefully asked his disciples to carefully search every inch of land in the valley to make sure that there were no ambushes and traps around, and then he was a little relieved.

Standing in the middle of the valley in the middle of the trees, Mr. Dry Bone carried his hands behind his back, and his body was full of cold and evil aura.

Ever since he saw the battle letter issued by Ye Feng, Mr. Dry Bone has already made up his mind that he must completely wipe out Ye Feng and the others from this world in today's duel.

Time passed minute by minute, and in a blink of an eye, the appointed time arrived.

Seeing that no one had come to the valley, Mr. Dry Bones felt boundless anger rise in his heart.

As a swordsman, the most important thing is to keep his promises, in addition to his own reputation.

Thinking of Ye Feng, a swordsman, Mr. Dry Bone was furious, and he couldn't help but smash the boulder on his side with one palm.

On the side of the valley, Mr. Dry Bone's disciples couldn't help but tremble violently when they saw the teacher's angry appearance.

Familiar with Mr. Dry Bone, he knew very well that once Mr. Dry Bone got angry, he would not even recognize his own people, and they must have suffered at that time.

"Don't the people who gave the war book dare not come?" many disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect secretly sneered in their hearts.

Just when everyone thought that Ye Feng didn't dare to come to fight, outside the valley, two figures came to the center of the valley like a lightning speed.

"Mr. Dry Bone, you're here early. Ye Feng stood on a boulder and said loudly.

Opposite him, Mr. Dry Bone looked at Ye Feng with a relaxed expression, and sneered in his heart.

He had fought with Ye Feng, and he knew that Ye Feng's strength was only at the level of a first-level peak swordsman.

For Ye Feng, whose strength was much weaker than him, the Dry Bone Sword Master didn't take it to heart at all.

If it were the past, in the face of the ridicule of others, Mr. Dry Bone would definitely ridicule him.

But at the moment, he didn't do that, in his mind, Ye Feng would soon be a dead man, and he had nothing to say about a dead man.

Mr. Dry Bone smacked his feet lightly, and his body rose into the sky like a big bird, landing steadily on the top of the boulder opposite Ye Feng.

He slowly pulled out the cross sword placed behind his back, and said in a dark voice: "It's useless to talk more, it's better to see the truth under your hands." ”

As he spoke, Mr. Dry Bone shook his cross-sword suddenly. In an instant, a black cloud as magnificent as the tide of the sea, with hundreds of square meters, erupted from the cross sword.

The black clouds surged forward at a galloping speed.

Finding that the black clouds seemed to be infused with super power, Ye Feng's heart trembled slightly.

He had long known that Mr. Dry Bone was a third-level sword master, but he didn't expect that the strength of a third-level sword master would be so strong.

He was sure that if he was unsuspectingly swallowed up by this cloud, then he would be torn to pieces by the skull hidden in the cloud in an instant.

Facing the black clouds, Ye Feng did not hesitate.

He pulled out the Five Dragons Soaring Heavenly Sword from behind his back and threw the long sword into the air.

In the void, the Five Dragons Xiangtian Sword burst out with thousands of golden lights, and in the midst of countless golden lights, five high-pitched dragon chants rang out indiscriminately, and then five five-legged golden dragons with teeth and claws appeared in the void.

"Five Dragons Soaring Heavenly Array. Ye Feng said quietly in his heart.

He shook his hand violently, and the five golden dragons that roared and rolled in the sky immediately connected end to end, connecting into a huge ring with a diameter of five meters.

Five golden dragons connected together, spinning rapidly in mid-air. As the speed of the golden dragon spun faster and faster, thousands of golden rays shot out from the inside like dense raindrops.

The golden mangs slammed into the black clouds and exploded in a powerful way.

Layers of explosive waves tore the void apart and shattered, causing the entire world to tremble.

In the explosion, countless blue skulls flew out of the dark clouds. As soon as these skulls appeared, they collided with the golden light, and Ye Feng's horror found that the golden light released by the Five Dragons Xiangtian Sword actually had no effect on these skeletons that were not substantial.

The golden light collided with the skull, easily passing through the skull's body, but it failed to hurt the skull in the slightest.

The sky was full of dense images of skeletons. These images swirled and swirled in the void, emitting a series of ghostly and wolf howls.

Under the stimulation of the voice, Ye Feng felt that his energy became scattered. Finding that the speed at which he mobilized his vitality was nearly three times slower than usual, Ye Feng couldn't help but be secretly vigilant.

The Dry Bone Swordsmanship is indeed worthy of a generation of peerless learning, and when he found that the Dry Bone Swordsmanship has a restraint effect on himself, Ye Feng was vigilant in his heart and launched a super powerful blow again.

He beckoned lightly and sucked the Five Dragons Soaring Heavenly Sword into his palm.

As soon as the sword was in his hands, he poured vitality into the sword.

The stimulation of vitality made the surface of the Five Dragons Xiangtian Sword bloom with patches of crimson brilliance.

The brilliance with a scorching temperature, like magma, evaporated the air in the four outer circles as soon as it appeared.

A brief vacuum appeared in mid-air, and the pressure increased abruptly as the vacuum appeared.

There was a muffled thud, and a skull was the first to touch the vacuum, being squeezed by the powerful pressure.

Then, countless more skulls threw themselves into the vacuum ring and exploded violently.

The explosion formed a mushroom cloud with a diameter of more than ten meters and a height of 100 meters.

As the mushroom cloud area became larger and larger, the figures of Ye Feng and Mr. Dry Bone were completely shrouded in clouds.

Inside the clouds, a silvery-white light suddenly flashed.

There was a crisp sound, and a spark burst out of the clouds.

Seeing the various pillars of light that burst out from time to time in the clouds, the surrounding onlookers of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciples and He Huan were all shocked to the extreme.

For these sword cultivators who only had the strength of a swordsman, this level of battle was by no means something they could imagine.

In the explosion clouds, Ye Feng and Mr. Dry Bone faced several swords one after another.

As the swords in the hands of the two collided more and more frequently, both of them felt that their palms were numb, and they couldn't hold the swords for a while.

Suddenly, Mr. Dry Bone, who was fighting hard with Ye Feng, waved his hand and shot out a dark blue silver needle that made a sharp whistling sound.

Hearing that the silver needle was coming, Ye Feng couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly swung his sword, facing the blue mangs in the sky with the defensive posture of swordsmanship.

In mid-air, all the silver needles hit the long sword in Ye Feng's hand.

After a crunch, all the silver needles were shot down, and at this time, Ye Feng's arm was also sore, and it was difficult to move.

Across from him, Mr. Dry Bones let out a wry grin.

Suddenly, standing in place, he stomped his feet hard, and then his body suddenly split into two, two into four, and finally turned into more than a dozen phantoms that could not distinguish the true from the false.

"Ten Thousand Bones Dementor. Mr. Dry Bone exclaimed.

As soon as the words fell, the thirteen bodies, including Mr. Dry Bone, swung their swords in unison and slashed towards Ye Feng.

In mid-air, thirteen white bone cross swords converged into an impenetrable giant net, and the powerful coercion acted on the ground, causing countless fine cracks to appear on the ground immediately.

Feeling that the sword net seemed to have the ability to imprison his own actions, Ye Feng was shocked.

He held the Five Dragons Xiangtian Sword and the Thunder Light Soul Chasing Sword in his left and right hands respectively, and met the sword net covering the top and down.

On the top of Ye Feng's head, the two swords bloomed with dazzling red and blue brilliance.

The brilliance of the two different colors, like two divine dragons, flashed away in the void, and then slammed into the sword net.

There was a loud bang, and the long sword in Ye Feng's hand collided with the sword net.

The moment the airtight sword web first collided, countless cracks like spider webs appeared on the surface, and then shattered.

Along with the disappearance of the sword net, there was also the phantom of Mr. Dry Bone's illusion.

Finding that the 10,000 Soul Dementor Sword Technique he had always been proud of was ineffective against Ye Feng, Mr. Dry Bone couldn't help but be stunned.

At the moment when his brain first paused, the long sword in Ye Feng's hand stabbed straight at his body.

Sensing that the long sword was attacking him, a hint of fear appeared in Mr. Dry Bone's eyes, and his body suddenly shook again, and he used the Shadow Transformation Technique again.

In front of Ye Feng, Mr. Dry Bone didn't even move, just stared at the long sword that Ye Feng stabbed.

Behind Ye Feng, a white phantom suddenly appeared, and the cross sword in his hand stabbed Ye Feng fiercely in the back of the heart.

"Die!" shouted Mr. Dry Bones in his heart.

Seeing that Ye Feng was about to turn around and hit the phantom that appeared behind him, a sly smile appeared on Mr. Dry Bone's face.

Soldiers are not tired of deceit, how could a smart person like Mr. Dry Bone use the same move twice on one person.

Mr. Dry Bone clenched his long sword, ready to attack Ye Feng when he turned around to attack the illusion he had released.

Just when he was calculating how to make a move and slightly relaxed his vigilance, Ye Feng, who seemed to be planning to turn around and attack the illusion, suddenly turned around, and a shining blue lightning burst out from under his feet.

In an instant, the electric light stepped to increase Ye Feng's speed to the extreme.

Just when Ye Feng came to Mr. Dry Bone, Mr. Dry Bone still did not make a timely defense.

There was a muffled "poof", and the Thunder Light Soul Chasing Sword stabbed out of Mr. Dry Bone's chest, revealing the tip of the sword from the back.

Realizing that he was hit by a sword in his chest, his body was cold for a while, and Mr. Dry Bone's face couldn't help but be full of panic.

There is no one in this world who is not afraid of death, and even a character like Mr. Dry Bones is full of fear in his heart at the moment when the long sword penetrates his chest.

"You...... You ......" Mr. Dry Bone wanted to ask Ye Feng how he found out that there was an illusion behind him.

However, the sword entered his body, taking away his breath of life, and making him speechless again.

In fact, what Mr. Dry Bone could think of, Ye Feng had already calculated it all.

Including the battle just now, the reason why Ye Feng kept making a tired appearance was actually to wait for the most critical moment to kill Mr. Dry Bone by surprise.

In the clearing, Mr. Dry Bone's gradually cooler corpse fell heavily to the ground.

The disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect who were watching the excitement around couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Mr. Dry Bone, who could be called the invincible god of war in their minds, being killed.

Mr. Dry Bone is a third-level sword master, and a master like him was actually killed by a first-level sword master, which is what the disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect saw with their own eyes, otherwise no one would believe that a first-level sword master could kill a sword master who was two levels higher than him.