Gu Mingdao on the other side of the stone platform suddenly raised his head, glanced at the scarlet sword in his hand, and bounced his fingers, saying, "Blood Drink, can't you hold back?"
Everyone was still surprised the moment before, but the next moment, everyone's face changed drastically.
As Gu Mingdao's voice fell, the blade was like a awakened beast, and suddenly rushed out with an extremely murderous intention. Even if it was a hundred feet away, it could be clearly felt.
"Diyuan...Blood Moon Slash!"
As everyone was gaze at surprised eyes, Gu Mingdao held a knife in his hands and slashed it with a half-moon-shaped red light hit the sky and pushed it horizontally from under his feet.
Sigh!
Kunwushi, as hard as iron, made a difficult sound under the red light, leaving a faint white knife mark, but then flashed and disappeared.
Boom boom boom boom!
The sword light was like a line. When it reached ten feet away, it suddenly opened to the left and right, and it turned out to appear in a wavy sword curtain, spreading ten feet away, occupying a small half of the stone platform.
bite……
The phantom of the dragon and snake trembled in the air, colliding with the blood-colored sword curtain, and stalemate for only a moment, and then extinguished out of thin air.
The countless gun shadows were unable to break through the sword light and were all shattered into nothingness.
The two major martial arts were easily broken, which made Yan Feilong's face turn ashen. However, at this moment, his third strike had arrived, and the spear hit the sword screen.
Bo...
At the tip of the gun, a wave like water quickly spread along the knife curtain. Both sides were evenly matched, blocking the rolling knife curtain in front of them.
"Stop it!"
Someone screamed because Yan Feilong's strongest attack remained at the end.
"Senior Brother Yan Feilong, it seems that he is not far from Senior Brother Gu Mingdao..."
The people in the sweeping door were fascinated by this fight, and this kind of fight opened their eyes.
"The gap is still quite big. He is about to lose. If he retreats from office at this time, he can still get away with one person. If he dares to continue, he will inevitably suffer."
Ye Feng shook his head lightly, not agreeing with some people's opinions.
"Junior Brother Ye, I'm afraid you'll take a look...just look at me..."
Wang Yuwei also smiled, but before he could finish a sentence, his expression suddenly changed rapidly.
The sword curtain that had already stopped exhaling suddenly began to shrink rapidly, and suddenly formed a line light again, slashing the spiritual spear in the air, and the sword light invaded the position of the gun handle in an instant.
Yan Feilong shouted suddenly, his body stiffened, and after a moment of stunned silence, he had to let go and retreat. At the same time, his body twisted in the air and barely hid to the side.
With a sneer, blood burst out.
Half of his shoulder was slashed with sharp threads and blood shot out.
At this point, all the sword light stopped. Yan Feilong fell to the ground with his hair disheveled, his face full of horror. If he had slowed down half a bit, one arm would have been ruined.
"I'm defeated!"
He bowed with a blue face and held his fists, and he flew down from the stone platform.
With his strength, he is indeed quite different from Gu Mingdao, and he is hard to be the opponent's opponent.
"Junior Brother Ye, how did you... see..."
The sudden change in the last sword curtain not only made Wang Yuwei and others confused, but also surprised some masters of the king realm.
Ye Feng, who was in a mood, made up a few words casually and evaded the few people, and his heart became a little heavy.
Gu Mingdao was very strong. After the battle just now, Yan Feilong could not force him to use too much strength. This shows that Bu Jingyu's strength is not something to be said.
The battle between him and Bu Jingluo was extremely dangerous. Although he was fully prepared, Ye Feng still had no confidence in winning.
After the winner Gu Mingdao stepped down, two more figures flew onto Kunwu Stone Platform soon...
As the battle continued one after another, time passed quickly, and it was noon immediately.
"Next, please invite Yao Yifeng, the No. 30 disciple, to fight... Ye Feng!"
Ye Feng raised his head and looked at the dazzling sunshine in Yingkong, then slowly walked out of the crowd.
The people in the sweeping door naturally looked excited. For them, this battle was both expectant and worried.
"Junior brother, do what you can and lose to the inner disciples, and you will not be embarrassed. It is best to ensure safety."
Yuan Ningzhen held Ye Feng's palm hard and finally reminded him.
"There is no need to worry so much when dealing with that Yao Yifeng."
Ye Feng let out a hearty voice, his eyes hitting the crowd opposite, where there was, Yao Yifeng was staring at him with a hint of smirk on his face.
When the eyes met, Yao Yifeng made a move to wipe his neck with his hands, provoking unscrupulously.
boom!
After a moment, two figures jumped up in the air at the same time and steadily landed in the center of Kunwu Stone Platform.
Yao Yifeng's golden robe spread in the wind, with an arrogant expression, and he held one hand behind him, raised his chin and looked at Ye Feng.
In comparison, Ye Feng's black clothes looked very inconspicuous. Since entering Diyuan Sect, he has been wearing the costumes of a servant disciple in addition to wearing one or two rounds of inscription masters.
Such a scenery immediately attracted the attention of many foreign forces, and most people also heard about the level of disciples of Diyuan Sect.
"What's going on?"
"Isn't that guy wearing the costumes of a peddler? Why would he go on stage to compete with his inner disciples?"
"Maybe he thinks he has that qualification, but...hehe, there is a world of difference between inner disciples and servants, and their cultivation is obvious to all, and there is really no need to waste time."
“…”
The various sarcastic voices fell into the ears of the two of them. Yao Yifeng couldn't help but become more proud. He stretched out his hand at Ye Feng and shouted proudly: "Junior Brother Ye, don't say that I bullied you, show your spiritual weapon."
"Based on you...you also want to defame the reputation of my inner disciple and have a delusion. This battle will make you recognize your identity and then get out of the sect obediently."
In the following sentence, Yao Yifeng's voice was extremely low, and only two people could hear it.
Ye Feng said disrespectfully: "If you have the ability, come on, and you don't deserve to let me use spiritual weapons for dealing with a person like you."
Yao Yifeng's face changed immediately.
He has never been humiliated like this. Yao Yifeng had a very bad impression of Ye Feng, but now he wants to crush him and tear him apart on the spot.
"Okay, my senior brother will let you know the difference between the inner sect and the servants, and you will be destroyed between your palms and fingers!"
"casual!"
With a faint stretch of hand, Ye Feng's eyes became colder, and the surging Yuanli rose from his feet and quickly filled his entire body. Ye Feng's figure suddenly rushed to the void above his head.
In a blink of an eye, he fully utilized his ninth level of the Void Realm.
As for the Half Step King Realm, that is left for Bu Jingyu. There is no need to show it at this moment. At that time, unexpected effects can be obtained.
Ye Feng was sure that it should be enough to deal with the ninth level of the virtual realm when he was disgusted by the person in front of him.