"Arrogant to look at the knife"

The monks were very agile in hearing. Although Ye Feng's voice was not loud, they could hear it clearly. Even a middle-aged monk from the late foundation-building stage of Ziyang Sect stood out from the crowd first, and waved his hand and three silver-white sword lights, slashing towards Ye Feng with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

All three sword lights condensed but did not disperse, and they were obviously good magic weapons. During the sword light attack, they always maintained the formation, forming a simple but extremely lethal three-talent sword formation, emitting sharp sword light, which even brought the powerful spiritual pressure contained in the spiritual power of the late-stage foundation-building cultivators.

The ordinary mid-stage cultivator of the foundation-building stage would be greatly suppressed by his strength just by feeling this spiritual pressure. Ye Feng was different. With the help of the Nine Heavens Profound Cauldron, he ignored the spiritual pressure directly. Facing the three interlaced sword lights, he was even more unafraid. He even stood on the sword without moving, but just watched quietly.

"The senior brother of the Sancai Sword Formation can actually control three magic weapons at the same time, but they are all top-notch and can also form sword formations. He is worthy of being a disciple of Ziyang Sect." Some cultivators exclaimed.

"Why didn't Ye Feng move? Could it be that he was scared to death?" Other monks were confused, disdainful and regretful. If they had known that Ye Feng would sit and wait for death, they would have taken the lead.

"Ye Feng is so arrogant. The cultivator of Ziyang Sect is best at using swords. Although the cultivator in front of him is not as strong as me, he is not much weaker. If Ye Feng responds with all his strength or can win, he will definitely die if he underestimates the enemy. Unfortunately, it is a pity that he did not die in my hands," Fahai thought regretfully.

Fahai had always opposed it before, but later, seeing that the general situation was settled, he changed his mind and decided to use the hands of the cultivators to consume Ye Feng's spiritual power. Finally, he took the opportunity to kill Ye Feng, obtained the items on Ye Feng, and avenged the dead accomplices. However, Ye Feng would not have thought so self-righteous and could not help but feel very regretful.

"This person is not weak. Ye Feng, be careful"

Yun Bing's eyes flashed with a hint of worry, and a somewhat anxious voice transmission reminded Ye Feng.

In addition to Yun Bing, four of the other thirty-six monks on the platform also showed concern. They were monk Bujie, Hongyu, Dharma images, and Junior Brother Ying.

However, the sword light in front of him had already reached three feet away in front of Ye Feng. Ye Feng did not even activate the defensive magic weapon, but raised his hands lightly and faced three sword lights.

Dingding Ding Ding...

There were red and black lights flashing on Ye Feng's hands, leaving behind afterimages in the air, colliding rapidly with the sword light, making a crisp and pleasant sound of metal and stone attacks. The sound, afterimage, and sword light dissipated at the same time in a flash. Then, there were three silver-white long sword magic weapons that were grabbed by Ye Feng in both hands.

It turned out that Ye Feng saw that the long sword magic weapon was just the best, so he directly with his powerful body and ancient treasure black magic weapon.

The monks of Zi Yang Sect were shocked, and all the cultivators also showed incredible expressions. You should know that if you want to grasp the magic weapon with both hands, you not only need a strong body, defense, but also very fast speed, extremely strong eyesight and spiritual consciousness. This is definitely not something you can do in the early stage of foundation building.

Most of the monks showed shock, disappointment, and even fear, but at the same time they breathed a sigh of relief. At least Ye Feng was not killed, which means they still had a chance.

Yun Bing and others were very surprised. If they were not worried about affecting Ye Feng's battle, they might have been unable to help cheering.

The three long sword magic weapons were summoned by the cultivator of Zi Yang Sect, and they were constantly shaking in Ye Feng's hand, as if they were about to leave Ye Feng's palm, but Ye Feng would not give him any chance. With the spiritual power of both palms, the pure water spiritual power was poured into the long sword magic weapon. The long sword magic weapon was instantly washed away from the spiritual consciousness of Zi Yang Sect monks and refined in an instant.

"go"

The next moment, Ye Feng shouted loudly, waved his palms outward, and the three long sword magic weapons immediately turned into three sharp and dazzling sword lights, shooting towards Zi Yang Sect, a late-stage foundation-building cultivator.

"not good"

The monks of Zi Yang Sect were panicked, and the other monks also showed incredible expressions. Grasping the long sword magic weapon could only shock them. They instantly refined the long sword for their own use, but they couldn't understand and even were a little scared.

After all, it takes time to refine magic weapons, especially those belonging to others. According to common sense, only high-level cultivators can refine magic weapons of low-level cultivators. If such a situation happens in front of you, Ye Feng's cultivation level must at least reach the Golden Elixir stage. However, Ye Feng is obviously not a master of golden elixir, although his cultivation level is not as good as that of a cultivator of Ziyang Sect.

After all, the monks of Ziyang Sect are late-stage cultivators, and they can come to the teleportation array alively like other monks of the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. They are obviously not ordinary people. They not only have three long swords and magic weapons, but also other outstanding features. At this moment, facing the three sword lights coming from counterattack, they waved their hands quickly, and countless silver needles as thin as cow hair appeared in front of them.

The silver needle is not a magic weapon, but is formed by the condensed spiritual power of gold, but exudes an invincible aura. Its solidity and sharpness are not inferior to that of a magic weapon at all.

After the silver needle was released, the monks of Ziyang Sect were still worried and immediately skillfully pinched the spiritual technique. The spiritual energy of the world in a hundred feet was wafting violently, and all the tides gathered over, and in an instant, they turned into silver spots that could be seen in the naked eye, forming a silver wall that was shining with cold light in front of the monk, which looked very solid.

There were nine walls, and the previous silver needles of the sky were two spells that the monk Ziyang Sect was best at. The monk Ziyang Sect used them to defeat many enemies and survived many crises. As soon as the two spells were released, the sky was filled with sharp gold energy, which showed the power of these two spells, and immediately ushered in the cultivators' exclaim.

Obviously, although Ye Feng's previous actions surprised the monks, the monks still believed that the Ziyang Sect cultivators could withstand Ye Feng's attack this time.

After all, Ye Feng is a low-level cultivator compared to the cultivator of Ziyang Sect, and the three sword lights were just emitted by Ye Feng at will, and the power must be far less than the previous attack of the cultivator of Ziyang Sect.

However, the next moment, they were shocked again

Kakka...

When three sword lights approached the silver needles that were as ox-haired as the sky, the light suddenly surged, and the sharp sword energy dispersed, and immediately shattered the silver needles in the sky into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, three sword lights continued to move forward, without any skill, and easily and arrogantly directly shattered all nine silver spiritual walls.

"This is impossible. How could his sword light be so powerful?"

The monks were incredible. They were all masters and could clearly feel that the magic defense of the Zi Yang Sect monks was slightly better than the top-grade magic weapons. Otherwise, the Zi Yang Sect monks would not have used magic weapons but cast these two magic weapons at critical moments.

However, such a spell was shattered by Ye Feng's seemingly random attack, which made them difficult for a moment, and even suspected that they had lost their eyes.

"It's over"

The monk Zi Yang Sect saw that the sword light had reached the door, but he had no time to dodge and resist, so he could only close his eyes in despair. Although he was wearing a robe and armor, he could not cover the door unless he poured his magic power into the front to open the door. Unfortunately, he was too confident in his spells before, and he had missed the only opportunity to cast the spells.

The other monks were also shocked, but they had no time to stop Ye Feng's sword light, so they could only watch. However, at this moment, the sword light suddenly suddenly stopped in front of the monk Zi Yang Sect's eyes, and did not hurt the monk Zi Yang Sect in the slightest.

"You lost"

Ye Feng smiled slightly.

"Yes, yes, I admit defeat. Thank you for your kindness in not killing me."

The cultivator of Zi Yang Sect opened his eyes in disbelief, revealing the joy of his life after the disaster. In an instant, he realized that it was Ye Feng's mercy that he would not be killed. He couldn't help but be grateful and awe for Ye Feng, and he dared not have any resentment. He immediately nodded without hesitation.

"Next"

Ye Feng was not aggressive, nodded slightly, and looked at the Zi Yang Sect cultivator who was convinced and left the storage bag, and even took off his armor and robe, leaving behind the middle-grade spirit-gathering jade. He retreated back to the crowd with a calm and relaxed face. Then he waved his hand to collect the spoils and said to the cultivators condescendingly.

"The useless thing is really a great humiliation of our Zi Yang Sect. Ye Feng, I'll fight you." Before Ye Feng finished speaking, another cultivator of Zi Yang Sect left the list angrily.

Ye Feng glanced at him. The monk looked middle-aged, with black hair as black as ink, straight and lightning. He was carrying a golden long sword. His spiritual power fluctuated quite powerfully. As soon as he came out, he exuded a powerful aura. He was obviously one level higher than the previous monks in terms of cultivation and luck.

"I beat the small one, and the big one is here. This is a great perfect cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, a master ranked 98 in the outer sect of Ziyang Sect, and the golden sword Zhang Wu and Ye Feng are in danger this time."

The monks began to whisper.

"Ye Feng, be careful, this person is a Great Perfection Cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, much more powerful than the one before." Yun Bing, Hongyu, Bujie, all flew behind Ye Feng with his sword. At the same time, he was worried that Ye Feng would underestimate the enemy, so he immediately reminded Ye Feng.

"It's okay if you help me." Ye Feng smiled confidently without looking back, and still stood on the ancient Xuanjin sword, waiting for Ziyang Sect's golden sword Zhang Wu to attack first.

Seeing this, Zhang Wu was furious and immediately shouted loudly, waved his hand to sacrifice the golden sword on his back. Although his golden sword was on his back, it was not an ancient treasure, but a half-day magic weapon. The reason why it was not placed in the storage bag was that it could also form a sign for it to look more majestic.

However, even magical tools are extremely rare, especially under Zhang Wu, the commander of the Great Perfection Cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Otherwise, Zhang Wu would not have the title of Golden Sword, and it would be even more impossible to become a master in front of the outer sect of the Purple-Yang Sect.

At this time, Zhang Wu's golden sword flew out and immediately absorbed the spiritual power that Zhang Wu made in the air. The light shone brightly and quickly became larger. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a giant sword about ten feet long.

The giant sword may not be sufficient in terms of speed, but it focuses on its power and strength. Especially for Ye Feng, who is still moving in order to assimilate masters, it is simply the most suitable. Those who truly understand the background of the Golden Sword Zhang Wu will never give Zhang Wu the opportunity to increase the sword and resist Zhang Wu's Golden Sword. Because in this situation, the Golden Sword Zhang Wu's half-time grade golden sword can exert its maximum power, which is no worse than the Heavenly grade magic weapon.

Various complex emotions emerged in the hearts of the cultivators again. The only thing that is the same is that they all think that Ye Feng will definitely be killed by this giant knife this time.

After all, even the top monk Fahai, who is among the cultivators, was not sure to resist Zhang Wu's sword without using the gold brick talisman.

Yun Bing, Hong Yu, Bujie and others were even raised. At this time, their mood could no longer be simply described as worry.

However, Ye Feng still smiled, his figure was still upright, as if it was a peerless magic sword to pierce the sky. His clothes and long hair as ink flew with the wind, and his bright eyes as bright as stars were not only without any fear, but even a trace of solemnity.

"open"

The giant sword slashed into the air above Ye Feng's head with an invincible aura. Zhang Wu had even smiled like victory, but Ye Feng suddenly shouted loudly, his slightly opened five fingers clenched into his fist. The air burst into pieces, and the strong airflow formed an invisible small whirlwind, hovering around Ye Feng's fist. Of course, there was also a red and black light that was hovering above Ye Feng's fist.

The next moment, Ye Feng suddenly burst out with a fierce aura, as if a volcano that had been dead for a hundred years, suddenly resurrected, and it was uncontrollable and covered a hundred feet in an instant. Although the monks in the range could feel that the pressure emitted by Ye Feng was not high-level, they all felt depressed.

Especially Zhang Wu of Ziyang Sect, this feeling was the most obvious. He even suddenly thought of the elders who had achieved success in body refining in the sect. When they suddenly took action, they would exude a pressure similar to Ye Feng. Although Ye Feng's cultivation level was far less than that of those elders of the sect, his pressure gave people a sense of eruption and oppression, as if it was a volcano eruption.

"No, this must be an illusion. No matter how strong his fist is, it cannot withstand my blade." Jindao Zhang Wu shook his head, shook off his bad premonition, and said in his heart.

"Is Ye Feng crazy?"

While the monk was surprised by Ye Feng's pressure, he was even more blurred by Ye Feng's actions. He had no advantage in fighting against swords with fists. Ye Feng not only did this, but also directly bombarded the blade with fists instead of the blade. This was simply crazy and suicide.

Dong

In the cultivators' surprise eyes, Ye Feng's punch finally hit the golden giant sword, which was breathing the sharp edge of the sword, but it was not as imagined by the cultivators. Ye Feng's fist and his entire person were split, but made a deafening sound of a huge impact like ringing a big bell.

A dazzling light burst out from the impact, and the powerful energy spreads like a knife. Wherever you pass, you can even see air ripples visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, the light disappeared, and the loud sound continued to recall. The giant sword paused suddenly, and then a wailing sound was heard. The light dimmed in an instant and flew backward towards Zhang Wu.

Looking at Ye Feng again, he was calm and calm. The powerful aura that had burst out before suddenly disappeared. He stood firmly on the Xuanjin Ancient Sword. The Xuanjin Ancient Sword did not move in the air at all, as if he had not taken any action, but he gave people a feeling of being as tall as a mountain and looking down on the world.

As for Ye Feng's fist, he had already returned to normal. The red and black light had dissipated, and the whirlwind surrounding the fist disappeared. His palms naturally opened. Through his sleeves, he could see that his skin was still fair, without any scars, and he didn't even feel rosy after exerting force.

"How is it possible? I read it right?"

"Ye Feng's fist can not only resist the blade, but also knock out the giant sword?"

"Did Ye Feng wear ancient treasure gloves on his hand?"

"Even if there is an ancient treasure, with Ye Feng's cultivation level, he needs an extremely powerful body to be able to do so, so is Ye Feng an unmanned person, but a human-shaped monster?"

"Ye Feng must be born with divine power, or a master of body refining"

The monk was completely shocked. Except for the stunned ones, many people rubbed their eyes and thighs, for fear that they would have hallucinations or dreaming.

But they didn't know that Ye Feng practiced "Purple-Yang True Body", his body was very strong, and he ate the strange fish and gained divine power. His previous attack not only used the ancient treasure black magic hand, but also secretly used a "Green Dragon Fist Power" in his fist without any trace, so he was naturally extremely powerful.

In fact, with Ye Feng's current physical cultivation level and full force, this punch can not only withstand the half-day magic weapon, but also the heavenly magic weapon may not hurt him.

Swish swish swish swish...

The giant sword containing the power of the Azure Dragon Fist flew violently and flew towards Zhang Wu. Zhang Wu did not care about being shocked, his eyes were full of solemnity. In order to catch the giant sword that could no longer be controlled, he slashed a horse. His body was as undulating as if he was riding on a horse, and his entire feet were deeply trapped in the hard rocky ground.

"Hi"

The giant sword finally flew closer. Zhang Wuyun's dantian was full of eyes, and he shouted loudly. His hands stretched out like lightning. He used all his strength to grab the handle of the giant sword.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Wu suddenly showed a look of shock. He actually found that the power contained in the golden giant sword was extremely strong, completely beyond his expectations. There seemed to be an ancient beast wandering around in the blade of the golden giant sword. He felt as if he was struck by lightning with both hands.

However, as a cultivator of the Ziyang Sect, Zhang Wu could not learn one of the three unique skills of the Ziyang Sect, "Purple-Yang True Body", but he also practiced other body refining techniques and reached a very advanced level.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Wu's body suddenly shook, and his whole body looked much taller and tougher. A layer of silver-white light quickly appeared on his body surface. His face flushed. The blue veins on his neck burst out. His arms and legs immediately became much thicker. Two strange silver forces immediately poured into the giant knife and attacked the Azure Dragon Fist Power in the blade...

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