In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and calculation will be as vain as possible.
The proud Long Yang Heavenly Skill was broken. Ouyang Tianyu raised his head and roared, frantically injecting his true energy into the ancient heart-protecting mirror on his chest, hoping that this treasure could withstand Ye Feng's blow.
As a core disciple of the Ouyang family, although this ancient heart-protecting mirror is not a Taoist treasure, it is still a treasure refined by a strong Martial Emperor. It can withstand a full blow from a peak-level Martial Emperor.
After all, as long as your cultivation level has not reached the level of the Martial Emperor, even if you have a Taoist treasure, you will not be able to exert its power.
"puff!"
In just a moment, Ouyang Tianyu's figure flew out again, blood spurted out from his mouth, and the bright protective light on his body was shattered. Facing the double attack of King Ming's dragon-capturing hand and the sharp aura of the blue stone slab, his body felt like it was disconnected.
The kite fell from the top of the stone platform.
"I don't know what it means..."
Looking at Ouyang Tianyu who fell down, Qing Yizi's eyes were full of indifference, because such a result was within his expectation.
Ouyang Tianyu was not dead. After falling to the ground in embarrassment, he just screamed in pain, and then he stood up. All the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart, which made him grin.
But when he put his hand on his left chest, his face instantly turned pale and bloodless.
"clang!……"
Several fragments fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the ancient heart-protecting mirror, which could withstand a full-strength blow from the peak Martial Emperor, actually shattered.
At this moment, the arrogance of the so-called Martial Emperor-level young master was completely shattered by Ye Feng's blow, and his body was completely bruised.
"How did he do it?"
Ouyang Tianyu's heart was filled with horror at the same time, because as we all know, when entering Luangu Pagoda, the highest cultivation level of each person can only be the peak of King Wu.
It has not been long since I came to the space world of Chaos Ancient Tower. Although there should be many people who can break through to the early stage of the Martial Emperor, they should not be so powerful.
The ancient mirror that protects the heart is his biggest support in the ancient tower. As long as he has this treasure to protect his body, he can be almost invincible.
But Ye Feng shattered it with one blow, which meant that Ye Feng had the power to threaten his life.
In Ouyang Tianyu's heart, he couldn't help but feel a desire to retreat. He wanted to escape from this ancient palace as fast as possible. The further away he could get from this pervert named Ye, the better.
"What's on the top of the stone platform?"
At this moment, Qing Yizi's figure suddenly appeared in front of Ouyang Tianyu, causing him to suddenly come back to his senses after being in chaos.
"It's a suspended blue stone slab. I don't know what kind of treasure it is. As long as the aura of a warrior approaches, a sharp aura will fill the air. Many people have died."
Ouyang Tianyu said this, among the younger generation, Qing Yizi's status is transcendent. As a core disciple of the Taoist Holy Land, even the elders and seniors of the Ouyang family must treat each other with courtesy.
If his inner fear of Ye Feng at the moment was due to his domineering strength, then his humility towards Qing Yizi was due to his background.
"Slate? Relics of ancient immortals?..."
Hearing Ouyang Tianyu's description, Qing Yizi's indifferent face suddenly moved. Without seeing any movement from him, his figure had already risen erratically, like a gust of wind ascending the steps of the stone platform.
The ancient pagoda has existed since ancient times, and no one knows exactly when this magical space world began to exist.
All the forces in the five major regions of Jiuyang Continent vaguely know that there is a huge secret hidden in the world of this chaotic ancient tower, but as for what the secret is, not to mention Ouyang Tianyu, even the head of the Ouyang family can't
And know.
It is said that the secret truth is in the hands of the holy places in the five regions and has never been spread to the outside world.
"Qing Yizi must know something, maybe that stone slab is a great treasure!"
Although his self-confidence was almost shattered by Ye Feng's tyranny and dominance, Ouyang Tianyu did not have any fear of Qing Yizi.
Seeing that the two people who came with Qing Yizi also climbed up the steps of the stone platform, Ouyang Tianyu's eyes flickered for a long time, and finally he gritted his teeth, jumped up, and headed towards the stone platform again.
At this moment, in the not-so-wide space at the top of the stone platform, stumps and broken arms were scattered everywhere, and blood and flesh were everywhere. It was bloody and terrifying, like Shura Purgatory.
The more than forty young masters who came in a mighty and fierce manner were either dead or without any body parts, while the remaining ones fell to the ground in a mess, wailing incessantly.
Now that he has taken action, Ye Feng naturally has no mercy. Even a Martial King-level cultivation like Ouyang Tianyu is not his enemy, let alone these rabble whose cultivation level is no higher than the Martial King Peak.
Of course, he didn't kill all these people here completely ruthlessly. He didn't want to kill anyone unless he had to.
The activation of the Chaos War Dragon bloodline gave him an instinctive fighting consciousness, but it did not turn him into a madman who only knew how to kill.
"Anyone named Ye, go to hell!"
Suddenly, a dangerous aura suddenly appeared, making the hairs on Ye Feng's back stand up in an instant.
Ever since entering Luan Gu Pagoda, I haven't felt this way even when I fought against Qing Yizi.
Following the sound, he saw that among the many warriors lying on the ground, only He Yuxuan stood proudly, his handsome and young face showing ferocity at this moment, and the purple gold sword scabbard in his hand was shining with incomparably brilliant light.
The aura that made Ye Feng feel dangerous came from the scabbard in He Yuxuan's hand.
"Qiang!"
While thinking about it, He Yuxuan suddenly pulled out a long sword from its scabbard, and a thick and broad purple-gold sword light stretched across the sky, slashing towards him vertically and horizontally.
"What a powerful blow, it's comparable to a full-strength blow from a master at the pinnacle level of the Martial Emperor."
Ye Feng's golden dragon eyes narrowed slightly, and he analyzed the power of He Yuxuan's blow in an instant.
This is the instinctive consciousness of fighting. In this state, Ye Feng has no fear or any other senses, only fighting. At the same time, he also has a powerful analytical ability for fighting as if it were instinctive.
Even in this state, Ye Feng felt a little scary. The so-called fighting dragon seemed like a machine born for fighting.
Ye Feng didn't allow Ye Feng to think too much, as He Yuxuan's purple-gold sword light was already approaching.
Although the physical strength of the martial body has reached the peak level of the Martial Emperor, it does not mean that such a physical body can survive such an attack unharmed.
Ye Feng had no doubt that if he was hit by this purple-gold sword light, even if he survived, he would definitely be seriously injured.
"It would be great if the Immortal-Slaying Gourd and the Sky-Swallowing Gourd could be used."
Ye Feng complained expressionlessly, and immediately the zhenqi in his body surged violently, and the sun's fairy light emerged around him, and according to his thoughts, he condensed a shield surrounded by golden flames.
As he continued to understand the Nine Yang Seal Jue, he became more and more proficient in the various variations of the Seal Jue, and no longer stuck to fixed routines.
The aura of the purple-gold sword light was strong enough, and the reaction of the blue stone slab was also extremely strong. A storm transformed by the sharp aura brewed out without warning, sweeping across the entire space again.
"Oh shit!"
"Holy shit!"
Many of the young warriors who were lying on the ground complained endlessly and could only curse at their mouths. The next moment, their bodies flew up uncontrollably, like dumplings in the pot, and fell from the top of the stone platform with a crackle.
At the same time, Qing Yizi came to the space at the top of the stone platform. As soon as he came up, the sharp aura caused by the purple gold sword light rushed towards him.
A blue dragon-shaped zhenqi rose up from Qing Yizi's body, swirling around him, and he was very powerful. Because he was not very close to the blue stone slab, the impact was not great. With the help of the zhenqi transformed into a body to protect his body,
He resisted completely.
But when he saw the suspended blue stone slab, as calm as he was, his eyes couldn't help but become intense.
"It is indeed a relic of ancient immortals!"
Although she was extremely eager to take this slate as her own, Qing Yizi still suppressed the impulse in her heart and looked at the fight between Ye Feng and He Yuxuan.
"My surname is Ye, let's see if you die this time!"
He Yuxuan's face was grinning ferociously. In his hand, he held a long sword filled with purple thunder. An aura that was even more powerful than his Martial Emperor-level cultivation was constantly spreading from the long sword.
"You think you are invincible just by relying on a spiritual sword?"
But at this moment, an indifferent and ruthless voice suddenly came from the front, the purple-gold sword light disappeared, and Ye Feng's figure emerged, unscathed.
Above his head, there was suspended a golden flame shield condensed by the sun's fairy light, but it was also mottled, with cracks emerging.
Although the words were said lightly, the sword struck by He Yuxuan just now was indeed powerful, and even the Nine Yang Seal seemed a little unable to withstand it.
"With the Purple Thunder Sword in hand, it's enough to kill you. I want to see how many swords you can withstand!"
He Yuxuan snorted coldly, but he could also see that Ye Feng's resistance was not easy.
"I also want to see how many attacks you can perform with the same power as before." Ye Feng curled his lips, his eyes full of contempt.
"Go to hell you bastard!"
Ye Feng's contempt made He Yuxuan even more angry. He slashed out the long sword in his hand again, and the sword light condensed close to the essence, slashing vertically and horizontally.
"Senior Brother He, I'm here to wish you a helping hand!"
At the same time, Ouyang Tianyu also came to the top of the stone platform, jumped up, pushed forward with his hands, and two golden dragon-shaped Qi, one on the left and one on the right, burst out from his palms and roared towards Ye Feng.
However, the smile curled up at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth became stronger and stronger.
Just now, with the help of He Yuxuan's purple-gold sword attack, he was half a step closer to the blue stone slab behind him.
Although it seemed to be only half a step, before that, he was blocked by three steps and could not get any closer.
Of course, the closer you get to the blue stone slab, and with the induction of your spiritual thoughts, you will find that the aura of this stone slab is unfathomable, ancient and vicissitudes, like an ancient fairy mansion that exists forever.
The aura of the slate made him need to bear pressure all the time. At the same time, this pressure also caused the attacks of He Yuxuan and others to be greatly reduced after they entered the range of three steps away from the blue slate.
Ye Feng instinctively estimated that according to this situation, as long as He Yuxuan could maintain the attack just now for about five times, he would be able to get close to the blue stone slab.
"boom!"
The sun's fairy light condensed on his fist, and Ye Feng punched out, smashing the combined efforts of He Yuxuan and Ouyang Tianyu into pieces.
At the same time, a tyrannical force surged forward. Ye Feng did not resist, but relied on the push of this force to slide back a certain distance.
"Haha, with the surname Ye, you are nothing more than that!"
Seeing Ye Feng being repelled twice in succession, He Yuxuan thought that he had an overwhelming power advantage, and the expression on his face became even more ferocious and arrogant.
"Trash, come on, continue..."
In the center of the stone platform, Ye Feng always had a faint smile on his lips, with disdain in his eyes, and raised his finger towards He Yuxuan in an extremely arrogant and arrogant manner, full of provocation.
In his opinion, for a guy like He Yuxuan who is so arrogant and has his eyes above his head, there is nothing more effective than the provoking method.
"Asshole! Do you dare to call me a waste?"
Sure enough, He Yuxuan's whole body trembled with intense anger, and even his own true energy spurted out uncontrollably, exuding a monstrous and rich murderous intent.
"What? You are not convinced that you are a waste?" The smile at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth became even thicker.