The boss of Black Wind Mountain - Wujie, whose strength has reached the peak of the Martial Emperor, is extremely terrifying, and has a holy weapon armor and a holy weapon sword. The third brother can't even take over Wujie's move.
"Hmph!" Wu Jie stood up with a cold snorkeling, and suddenly slapped the huge rock beside him. The huge rock shook for a moment, and then it completely shattered with a "boom". Countless gravels sprinkled all over the ground. Wu Jie's strength is even more terrifying than the average Martial Emperor's peak. In addition, the reputation of two holy weapons - Heifeng Mountain, can be regarded as the reputation that Wu Jie gained.
Wu Jie, who was covered in terrifying muscles, said in a cold light in his eyes.
"Waste, Ge Tu, that waste, wasted so long. If he dragged it down, the masters from the Fire Continent came. Everyone went with me to see what was going on! Damn!" Wu Jie got on the horse and immediately gave an order. His voice was extremely cold and cold. A hundred warriors, including the second son Qishan, immediately obeyed the order.
"Walk!"
With Wujie's order, hundreds of warriors immediately rode their horses and rushed towards the village that had just suffered disaster...
In the village, Ye Feng hugged his hands in front of his chest, his eyes looked through the window at the endless sky, but his thoughts were not sure where they ran.
If you want to stop the massacre of the people, the first thing you need is strength. It’s okay to have no strength. With Ye Feng’s current strength, it’s okay to deal with Emperor Wu, but there is almost no chance to face the Tianling Master level master. However, the big forces here, and even some middle-level leaders, are all Tianling Master level masters. If even they can’t win, how can you stop them from massacring civilians? In addition to strength, they also need power. Without power, they cannot stop the tragedy of the entire border. The border is too big and they need to guard them.
"The battle between the two continents has lasted for 30,000 years. The massacre of civilians may have been tens of thousands of years. With such a long bad habit, I, a Wujun, want to stop it immediately, it is simply a fool. Damn, forget it, it seems that I am going to retreat, I will also learn from Lynch and practice a variety of spiritual energy at the same time. If my anti-Saint Art is combined with other spiritual energy, Humph, who dares to find trouble, I won't kill him. When I stop the massacre of the people in this border area, I think I can face Lin Yuan and the others head-on. Now, I, the demon, go to find them, just put them in a situation like myself, where unkindness and unrighteousness are punished by heaven and earth."
"The people from the Ice Water Continent are here again!"
Flashes of horror sounded from outside the village, interrupting Ye Feng's thoughts. Ye Feng couldn't help frowning, and his feet could clearly feel the subtle vibrations on the ground.
"The people from the Ice Water Continent are here again!" When the young Wu Jun, who was beside Ye Feng, suddenly stood up and grabbed the black iron spear that was placed aside. Ye Feng had already walked out of the door: "Hey, there are many people coming, probably about a hundred people, protect yourself!" As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng had already flew to the sky.
Outside the village, Wu Jie, who looked like a savage man, was covered by a black robe. He walked to the corpse of the one-eyed man and took a closer look.
"Oh, I didn't see that this small place is actually famous for Emperor Wu." Wu Jie's mouth raised slightly and looked at the villagers in front of him. Some of the villagers were all afraid, and his hands holding the hoe and axe were trembling.
Wu Jie smiled disdainfully, then glanced around, and suddenly Wu Jie's eyes were completely gathered on Ye Feng who had just appeared. After carefully looking at Ye Feng's clothes, Wu Jie smiled: "This friend seems not from this village, right."
Every place has its own style of dressing. Ye Feng wore the clothes of Yanjingzhou, but this place was Yanyangzhou. Yanhuo Mansion was very active, comparable to the entire China in his previous life. Yanyangzhou was located at the junction of the two continents, while Yanjingzhou was the farthest place among the eight states, one was in the southernmost and the other was in the northernmost. The difference was thousands of miles. So the one-eyed man before knew that Ye Feng was not a master here, so he advised Ye Feng not to save these ordinary people.
"Yes." Ye Feng asked back, "You are the leader of Heifeng Mountain."
"Smart. Did you kill these people?" Wu Ring asked the person under his feet indifferently. Ye Feng nodded slightly. Seeing Ye Feng nodding, Wu Ring's face suddenly opened, but his eyes became cold.
"I know it's our Heifeng Mountain, how dare you take action?" Wu Jie's energy surged even more, and his black robe suddenly flew up, revealing the terrifying muscles on Wu Jie's body. "Brothers, what do you think you should do?" Wu Jie looked at the person behind him.
"Kill!" All the warriors were extremely furious when they saw the corpses of the fifty people, and at this moment they picked up the swords one by one.
Wujie looked at Ye Feng: "Little brother, let's play with both of us. Whoever loses will die."
Ye Feng's body moved slightly, and his whole body made a crackling sound. He clenched his hands and ten fingers slightly. A ray of light ignited in Ye Feng's eyes, staring at Wu Jie in front of him and said, "You should be better than that one-eyed man, don't let me down."
"Second, kill the village, this kid let me play with it." Wujie gave the order casually.
"Yes, brother!"
Qishan's second son, the second son of Heifeng Mountain, immediately shone in his eyes and said excitedly: "Brothers, slaughter the village. Remember, young women are left for me, haha, do it!" A soft sword appeared in Qishan's hand, standing aside and watching Wujie and Ye Feng, he was not ready to participate in the massacre. In his opinion, the ordinary people in the village were not worthy of his master of the Martial Emperor's Peak.
"Slaughter the village?" Ye Feng's mouth showed a sneer.
"Haha, enjoy the pleasure of killing." A bald man howled with his scary eyes.
"shelf!"
Suddenly, more than a hundred warriors rushed towards those houses.
"Hmph!" Ye Feng's cold snorting was strangely spread to everyone's ears like a loud shout. While the cold snorting was made, Ye Feng's entire person had disappeared.
"Feng Shen Legs!" "Feng Shen Legs!"
"The first sword of the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique--Tianyang!"
A stream of spiritual energy shone in the village like camouflage, and at the same time, screams rang out. Almost in three breaths, fourteen martial kings and a junior martial emperor had already died, and Ye Feng stood proudly in the middle of the group of warriors and the village.
"Ah~~~" The warrior didn't dare to rush over to kill the villagers at this time, and he couldn't help but retreat.
"I advise you to do your best to deal with me, and maybe there is a possibility of killing me." Ye Feng's cold voice sounded.
"Hmph, boy, you don't know how to write the word "death". I said, whoever we loses will die!" Wu Jie suddenly passed over a famous subordinate and flew over, but Wu Jie was fast, Ye Feng's speed was faster.
Ye Feng looked at Wujie flying coldly, and suddenly, his whole body flashed like a soft wind, and his body leaned in front of Wujie according to a wonderful trajectory.
"So fast speed, so exquisite body movement." Wujie was shocked, but his body stopped moving in the air.
"Feng Shen Legs!!"
A lightning-like sweep across the air, the Feng Shen's legs, Ye Feng's strongest attack trick in close combat. As soon as he got up, Ye Feng used the strongest attack.
"Puffy puffy..."
With continuous dull collisions, Ye Feng's right leg kicked Wu Jie's leg hard, "What!" Ye Feng's face suddenly changed drastically, and a terrifying energy actually came directly from Wu Jie's leg. Not only did he easily resist Ye Feng's continuous attack, but he also continued to attack Ye Feng.