Chapter 274 The Power of Divine Thunder

“Hey~Yu)

Although Ye Feng's swordsmanship had just been greatly improved, there was no difference in front of the thunder character. Lightning struck the Shishikiao Feijian, and Shishikiao Feijian immediately let out a tragic sound. The sword light completely dissipated in an instant, and the sword body's light was dim, completely breaking away from Ye Feng's control and fell to the ground.

As the owner of the instant killing flying sword, Ye Feng could clearly feel that the spiritual consciousness in the instant flying sword was not as simple as being shaken, but was directly completely wiped out by this lightning.

What is particularly terrifying is that after this lightning killed the spiritual consciousness in the Shunkha Flying Sword, it did not stop or dissipate, but turned into a silver electric snake and instantly spread to Ye Feng's Yinkha Flying Sword and the ancient black gold sword, and it was also easy to wipe out the Ye Feng's spiritual consciousness on these two swords in a blink of an eye.

Ye Feng lost three swords in a row in such a short time. These three swords were Ye Feng's strongest magic weapon, and his strength was naturally weakened to the extreme.

Especially, Ye Feng's spiritual consciousness was connected to Ye Feng's mind and was forcibly wiped out. Although it would not take Ye Feng's life, Ye Feng was seriously injured. Ye Feng's face turned pale again, and even a trace of bright red and dazzling blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

However, Ye Feng's cultivation is extremely high in body training, and his ability to resist strikes is also very strong. He also practiced the Nine Heavens Mysterious Art and the Grey Rain Art, and healed the wound very quickly. Amid the screams of the cultivators, Ye Feng was pure and thick, and the water-based spiritual power that rushes through the meridians in his body like a river, flowing faster in his body, and his injuries healed immediately.

"It's okay to do this?" The cultivators were shocked again. If they were ordinary monks in this situation, even if they didn't die, they would fall seriously injured and fall to the ground and lose the ability to continue fighting. Ye Feng's face turned pale and immediately regained his rosy. The blood at the corners of his mouth was instantly washed away by spiritual power, and he didn't look like he was injured at all.

"So what if it's okay now? Even the three swords have been lost. Zhang Wuji just waved his pen and did nothing else. He must have hidden more powerful means, so the next competition, the head of the Ye family will definitely lose." Some other monks were shocked and envious, and said quite disappointed.

Obviously, although they knew that Ye Feng's cultivation was not as good as Zhang Wuji, they still had hope for Ye Feng, and many monks even bet on Ye Feng to win.

"What do you know? The head of the Ye family was seriously injured and still killed a golden armored divine weapon comparable to a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage. Can this Wuji be as strong as a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage? Before the last moment, you must not make a conclusion, otherwise you will miss the opportunity to win a large number of spirit stones like before." Some monks said this.

In Ye Feng, they had seen too many miracles that seemed impossible before their lives. This time, even though Ye Feng was at a disadvantage, they still believed Ye Feng.

"Kill, kill, the one named Ye has lost its sword, which is equivalent to a tiger being pulled out of its teeth. Zhang Wuji only needs to emit another silver divine thunder to kill the one named Ye on the spot. At that time, the monkeys are scattered in the Ye family tree, and the Penglai Immortal Sect and the East China Sea Dragon Palace may also become enemies. Once the war begins, the other two sects in the East China Sea will definitely not stand by. The East China Sea will inevitably fall into chaos. Our Japanese country not only avenges, but also has the opportunity to annex the East China Sea. "The Japanese monk thought fiercely.

The Hai family monks also hoped that Ye Feng would be killed, but they had the self-knowledge. They did not have the whimsical thoughts like the Japanese and tried to annex the entire East China Sea just to avenge the revenge.

"You should pay attention. Once Ye Feng can't support him, move him out immediately. Never put him in danger of his life." The princess of the dragon clan nervously clenched his fist.

"Yes, princess, but what if Ye Feng loses, what should he do with the princess' bet?" said the witch in red.

"It's just a Nascent Soul. If you lose, you will lose. Anyway, you have as many as you want. I can't just join the Ye family to become an elder for this Nascent Soul. Besides, even if you don't save me, you can't change the ending of this competition at all. What's the ending like." The princess of the dragon clan gritted her teeth and said.

The Dragon Princess didn't realize that she had a place in her heart at some point, although she had known Ye Feng for not long.

Ye Feng on the ring naturally knew that his safety was related to the fate of the Ye family, the entire East China Sea cultivation world, and even more people.

However, Ye Feng was not too nervous because Ye Feng did not think that Zhang Wuji had the ability to kill him, and he didn't even plan to fail.

"Give up"

The lightning that Zhang Wuji's word "thunder" turned into finally disappeared after swallowing Ye Feng's spiritual consciousness on three swords. However, Zhang Wuji did not give Ye Feng any chance to breathe. He waved his hand and immediately drew the word "thunder" again, opened his hand and pushed forward decisively, and the characters immediately turned into another silver divine thunder.

It turned out that although Zhang Wuji did not dare to kill Ye Feng, he knew that Ye Feng must have masters to protect him as usual. Before being struck by silver divine lightning, there would definitely be masters to move him out. Ye Feng himself might be scared to admit defeat in advance, so he would be scrupled.

After all, this is the most critical moment of the competition. As before, humility is only a long night dream. He originally planned to use one or two moves to solve Ye Feng, so that he could reduce the exposure of his strength and facilitate the subsequent competition, but he did not expect that Ye Feng was so difficult to fight, so he used one trick after another.

This silver divine thunder was as powerful as before, and was quick and sharp, but the target was no longer Ye Feng's three swords, but Ye Feng's own.

All the monks, including Zhang Wuji, believe that if they are struck by this silver divine thunder, even if they have strong physical cultivation, Ye Feng, wearing the black magic robes, will be killed on the spot.

The power of this divine thunder may not be as powerful as the golden armored divine weapon that hit Ye Feng before, but because it is a thunder technique, it has extremely harmful to the soul of the cultivator. Even if Ye Feng's body can withstand it, his soul will be killed on the spot. From then on, the soul will be scattered. Not to mention continuing to practice, even reincarnation will be impossible.

Ye Feng knew even more clearly that although the black magic treasure robe on him was a medium-grade ancient treasure with strong defense ability, he had the word "demon" in his name, most of which were left by masters of the devil. If he encountered the silver divine thunder that had a particularly restraining effect on evil demons and heretics, he would definitely not be able to play a big role.

"The head of the Ye family is really over this time." The monks who watched the battle repeated the words they had said many times before, but they did not find it funny, nor did they have any doubts.

Because they all knew that under the attack of this silver divine thunder, Ye Feng was too late to sacrifice golden elixir or other magic weapons, and he could not play much effect.

Unless Ye Feng was in advance when Zhang Wuji was writing, he would sacrifice magic weapons, golden elixirs, or directly use a jade tablet that could teleport himself out of the ring.

However, Ye Feng obviously did not. When Zhang Wuji made a move, he didn't take any action.

Although Ye Feng's eyes were always thinking, the cultivators did not think that Ye Feng could solve any problem by just thinking at this time.

Ye Feng naturally had his considerations if he didn't take action. Of course, he was not scared to death. In fact, he had experienced even more terrifying things, but never was stupid once. Ye Feng was not waiting for death or waiting for the eight demon cultivators in the Dragon Palace to take action. He was making an extremely bold decision.

Ye Feng knew that he had a secret library of ancient treasures, or could withstand this silver divine thunder, but obviously could not solve the fundamental problem. He could only lose another ancient treasure and cause him to suffer a little more injuries.

Ye Feng also knew that even if he sacrificed the heavenly golden elixir, it would be fine. It would not only reveal his secrets, but also die faster.

After all, although the heavenly golden elixir is equivalent to a powerful magic weapon, it contains the soul of a monk. There is no problem with using it to deal with ordinary magic weapons. Using it to fight against thunder and lightning that just happens to kill the soul of a monk is seeking death.

As for other methods, it is obviously useless at this time. Even if used, it will only increase Ye Feng's losses and waste Ye Feng's thinking time.

However, Ye Feng was obviously not helpless. He was thinking not thinking about ways, but considering the gains and losses and success rate of making such a choice.

"After fighting for so long, I finally lost, and even taught me to take action in the end. It's really a waste of my feelings. Okay, it's time to come out."

Seeing that the silver lightning was about to hit Ye Feng, Ye Feng was still standing still. The eight demon cultivators from the East China Sea Dragon Palace outside the ring were finally sure that Ye Feng was really defeated this time.

The lightning is extremely fast, otherwise people would not like to describe it as lightning. For ordinary monks, although Ye Feng was not hit by lightning at this time, he was already hit.

Because the lightning was so fast, Ye Feng had no time to dodge and resist, and the monks outside the ring had no time to stop them, even Zhang Wuji himself could not.

However, the eight demon cultivators in the East China Sea Dragon Palace were obviously not ordinary cultivators. They all had extremely high cultivation levels. Thunder, which was not enough to be hidden in ordinary cultivators, seemed to them just like this.

A trace of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the witch in the red-clothed witch. With a gentle wave of her jade hand, Ye Feng in the ring immediately felt a huge but gentle force wrapping his body.

"No, it's the Dragon Palace's demon girl who is saving me. They must have thought I was at the end of my life, but they didn't know that I had other plans. No, I can't just leave like this." Ye Feng was slightly shocked, his thoughts changed rapidly, and he immediately guessed what was going on, but he did not obey the invisible power to leave.

"Hey, the person named Ye is unwilling to leave. It seems that he must have other means. Well, I will give him another chance. If he really wants to die, it's not my fault." A trace of surprise flashed in the red-clothed witch's eyes, and finally quietly took back the movement technique.

Almost at the same time, the silver divine thunder finally hit Ye Feng as expected by the monks, but it was greatly beyond the expectations of the monks...
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