Zhang Hui felt that the sword light was unusually strange. Zhang Hui steadied his horse and stopped quietly. Facing Ye Feng's sword light that was attacking back and forth, he struck out with terrifying palm power.
"Boom", "Boom", "Boom"...
Continuous exchanges of blows, Ye Feng rushed back and forth, attacking from all directions, even jumping into the sky to attack. He attacked violently eleven times, but unfortunately he was forced back by Zhang Hui's tyrannical palm force every time. As time passed,
With the consumption, Ye Feng's overstretched strength was rapidly weakening, and at the same time, Ye Feng's body gradually became thinner. Blood overflowed from all parts of Ye Feng's body. His whole body was dyed red, looking extremely miserable.
"Bump!" A violent explosion suddenly erupted where Zhang Hui was standing. The energy was raging for a while. With Zhang Hui as the center, almost half of the battlefield was destroyed. Huge cracks more than two feet wide appeared on the ground.
The shattered corpse had been completely damaged by the raging energy, leaving only patches of blood.
"puff!"
Zhang Hui spat out a mouthful of blood and his body was shaking.
The onlookers, Zhao Xinyi, Zhao Xin'er and others retreated and retreated, watching from a distance, not daring to go beyond the thunder pool. Everyone's heart was filled with shock. A young man actually hit Wu Jun, a peerless master who was about to become the Martial Emperor.
Seriously injured, this is something they dare not imagine!
"Brother Feng!" Lin Yuan cried and rushed forward desperately.
"Xiaoyuan, don't come here. Nothing will happen to me. Even if it does, you must learn to be strong. In this world, there are too many people living in a superior world. They are born rich, born to be favored by their parents, and born to be loved by everyone.
The apple of their eye, they can squander the happiness around them wantonly. These people cannot understand the desolation of being lonely. And we, in this world, we can only survive by supporting each other. If I can't protect you, you must be strong." Ye Feng's words sounded like his last words.
Throughout the battlefield, all the aristocratic children, Zhao Xinyi, Zhao Xin'er and others felt bursts of sadness. They were indeed the apple of everyone's eyes, and they could get everything they wanted. Their lives were simply too superior compared to Ye Feng's.
Unknowingly, looking at Ye Feng's lonely and sad figure, the little witch was also confused. Is this a cynical, rogue and dirty scum or a heroic and iron-blooded man who can kill everyone for the sake of his family?
Ye Feng's body moved again. This time, Ye Feng burst out with the most dazzling golden spiritual energy like an epiphyllum. This was the last power in his body.
"The Twelfth Sword - Holy Return to All Things!"
A streak of seven-colored sword light shot straight into the sky, like a thunderbolt that shook the sky, and was dazzling. The final sword of the Demonic Sword Technique struck down from the sky.
"Humph, the end of the powerful crossbow!" Zhang Hui sneered, still keeping his horse steady and preparing to fight hard. He knew that Ye Feng had exhausted all his strength at this time. This was the last blow. As long as he could take this last sword, he would be completely victorious.
.Although he was seriously injured, he forced himself to reach his peak state regardless of his injuries. He would never tolerate being defeated by a young man.
The sword of Tianmo Sword Technique cut through the void, lighting up the entire battlefield, and a thunder sounded over the battlefield!
The golden sword light finally collided with Zhang Hui's cyan palm power. The sword light and cyan palm power were at loggerheads, and bursts of sonic booms occurred throughout the space.
Ye Feng suddenly opened his eyes and shouted "Broken!"
"boom"
The golden sword light and the cyan palm force exploded at the same time. After an earth-shattering sound, the two terrifying forces disappeared. The world returned to clarity, and the place was quiet.
Haha..." There was a burst of laughter in the venue. Although Zhang Hui was hit with a huge wound on his chest that was as deep as the bone, he smiled very boldly. He was fine. Ye Feng's last blow just now was almost equivalent to Emperor Wu's.
Although his strength was one step away from life and death, he finally survived.
"Do you think you can defeat me if you have the power of Emperor Wu instantly? Huh, naive! I can also have the power of Emperor Wu instantly. I have already stepped into Emperor Wu with one foot." As he spoke, Zhang Hui turned around and faced the field arrogantly.
The outsiders said: "This murderer has exhausted all his strength and is no different from a useless person. Now I will cut off his head to honor the deceased!" "The Heavenly Demon Sword Technique has only produced twelve swords out of the thirteen. Do you think it is over?"
Are you there?" Ye Feng's cold voice suddenly sounded. At this time, Ye Feng stood firmly in the center of the battlefield, his body covered with blood. Although he had no strength at all, he still had the aura of a strong man, but his eyes were missing.
Despite the glory of the past, his fighting spirit has never been so strong.
"Hehe, a gust of wind can blow you now, and you are still talking arrogantly..." Zhang Hui sneered.
"Yes, I am very weak now, but you still have to lose in my hands." Ye Feng raised his hand, such a simple action, but now Ye Feng has exhausted all his strength, he is too weak.
"The final secret of the first part of the Anti-Sacred Technique - the Holy Slayer of Heavenly Demon!" As Ye Feng raised his palm to the sky, the twelve swords originally struck out, and the twelve golden streamlines left by the different trajectories of the twelve swords
At the same time, they gathered together. At this time, everyone discovered that Ye Feng's twelve swords were attacking from up, down, left, and right directions. In fact, their purpose was just to form a cage of twelve streams of light. At this moment, as Ye Feng's hand made a fist, the twelve swords
The golden stream of light also began to shrink.
Ah~~Damn it!" In the center of the stream of light, Zhang Hui waved his palm power one after another. His palm power could resist Ye Feng's sword. But at this time, Zhang Hui discovered that the twelve golden streams of light merged together, and every defense
The power was twelve times that of before. The golden stream of light gradually gathered, and Zhang Hui secretly complained. With his status, it was really difficult for him to shout for help, but if he didn't speak out, it would be impossible for him to receive Ye Feng's blow.
Finally, Ye Feng's fists were completely clenched, and he said coldly, "Holy - destroy - heaven - demon!"
All twelve golden streamlines melted into Zhang Hui's body. After these twelve golden streamlines entered Zhang Hui's body, Zhang Hui's entire body began to slowly age, and the power in his body also disappeared instantly.
Using all of one's own power to kill the vitality in the enemy's body that is far stronger than one's own and causing its power to disappear instantly and turn into an ordinary person, this is the last move of the Holy Demon Slayer!
"Little bastard!" Ye Feng yelled with the last of his strength.
"roar!"
With a roar, the little bastard's huge three-meter-tall figure suddenly rushed forward and bit off the powerless Zhang Hui's head.
Poor Zhang Hui, a veteran master who had one foot in the Martial Emperor's hands, had no strength at all, and watched helplessly as a monster bit him, without the slightest resistance.
All this happened too fast. The senior master who was close to Emperor Wu was actually killed by a young man and his monster! This made everyone unbelievable! But it is a fact!
The rise of a young master! The fall of a famous senior! Today's battle is destined for Ye Feng to be famous in Yanjingzhou and even the entire Yanhuo Mansion!
"Peng!" Ye Feng's scarred body was finally overwhelmed and fell to the ground.
"Kill him quickly. He is such a murderous demon. If we don't kill him now, no one in the world will be able to cure him in twenty years." Zhao Yulong, the eldest son of the governor of Yanjing Prefecture, pointed at Ye Feng and shouted angrily.
More than a hundred people instantly surrounded Ye Feng in the center.
"Roar!" The little bastard roared suddenly, and at the same time, his huge three-meter-tall figure actually grew two meters larger, becoming a giant five-meter-tall monster, and its aura became even more terrifying. There was a roar like a tiger or a dragon.
Through the sky.
"Oh my god, this monster has made a breakthrough!" A knowledgeable person suddenly exclaimed.