The black destruction knife turned red in an instant, as if it had just been taken out of the furnace, and faced Tiechangkong's earth-shattering iron-blooded sword intention.
The wind and clouds surged, and when faced with this knife, everyone around them burst out in surprise.
But after seeing Ye Feng's behavior, this exclamation was infinitely amplified in an instant.
What does Ye Feng want to do?
Could it be that he wanted to challenge the Tie family's famous iron-blooded swordsmanship head-on?
It was too late, but it was too late. Ye Feng had already given the answer with his actions.
"Boom!"
With the shock of the long knife, the blood sea dragon dissolved in the high temperature, and the scene seemed like a rain of blood.
After tearing open the blood dragon, two heavy knives of different styles collided together without any fancy.
The sword intention was instantly destroyed.
Ye Feng slashed his sword and used the flame attribute to dissolve the opponent's iron-blooded sword intent. The force of the sword was like a god coming down to earth.
The horror in Tie Changkong's heart was palpable. He did not expect that Ye Feng's sword seemed simple, but actually contained such powerful power.
The powerful physical strength, the strange power of martial arts, and the explosive essence of fire. The three powers were perfectly integrated, making him feel irresistible.
At this moment, he realized how powerful Ye Feng was.
It's not that the opponents Ye Feng encountered before were too weak, it's that although this person only has the first level of innate strength, his real strength is no less than the ordinary seventh or eighth level of innate strength.
That's why his cousin Tie Hualong was knocked out of his Dantian with one punch, and several opponents who participated in the challenge were defeated so easily and completely.
He wasn't left with much time to think.
The heavy knife carried flames and high temperatures. After breaking through the blockade of the knife, it struck directly at Tie Changkong's chest.
Tie Changkong had no room to respond. At the critical moment, he could only retreat reluctantly and hurriedly shot backwards towards the back of the challenge platform.
But as a result, his momentum has weakened, and he has suddenly fallen into a passive situation of being beaten. It will be very difficult to regain the upper hand.
"clang!"
The two swords clashed again, making a crisp sound of gold and iron.
The fierce impact made Tie Changkong grit his teeth and fly out again.
The steps have even reached the edge of the ring.
"What? Use force to defeat the strong, defeat the Iron King's three moves inspired by Tie Changkong's iron-blooded sword intention?"
"Tie Changkong has been forced to retreat to such an extent that he is now on the edge of the challenge platform and has no way to retreat."
"This... it seems that Ye Feng just used the sword casually. It seems that he didn't use martial arts at all. It's incredible. He can do this without using martial arts. If he uses high-level martial arts that are only available to elite disciples, how can Tie Changkong still have it?
Chances of winning?”
To most people in the challenge audience, both Tie Changkong and Ye Feng were masters of martial arts, giving them an unfathomable feeling.
Tie Changkong, who has a late seventh-level innate cultivation, is one of the few among the third-level students in the inner palace. It is said that he will be released to lead an army next year at the latest.
This strength is enough to crush most people present.
As for Ye Feng, his reputation has skyrocketed. I heard that he was the new student who entered the Wu Mansion this time, but for some reason, he was valued by the master of the manor and was given the honor to become the eleventh elite.
In the previous rounds of competition, both of them easily defeated their opponents to qualify.
Everyone actually knows that in the previous rounds, neither of them used their full strength, so this round of strong encounters led to such a wonderful battle.
In their original imagination, Ye Feng had reached the end and would be eliminated by Tie Changkong in this round.
But unexpectedly, after several fierce battles, Tie Changkong, whose cultivation was far higher than Ye Feng and was favored by everyone, was completely suppressed by Ye Feng and fell at a disadvantage.
Everyone present, especially Mo Yi, Xiao Tie Hualong and a few others who had resentment towards Ye Feng, could imagine how disappointed they felt at this moment.
"Tie Hualong, your brother seems to be in danger. That Ye Feng broke your brother's iron-blooded sword intention with just a random stab? How is it possible? Could it be that he also understood the intention?"
Mo Yixiao said angrily.
Tie Hualong stared at the two people on the ring, a pair of gloomy triangular eyes full of resentment: "There is still a chance, my brother's most powerful sword has not been used, once he uses the most powerful killing move of the Iron King's three moves,
This Ye Feng is definitely no match."
"Yeah……"
"..."
At the edge of the ring, Tie Hualong could only dodge Ye Feng's attacks, but soon he was unable to retreat.
"Ye Feng, you are indeed very strong, but if you think you can defeat me this way, you are wrong!"
As he spoke, a bolt of sword light burst out, and even the solid challenge platform under his feet was crushed by the air wave Tie Changkong stepped on.
"The Three Styles of the Iron King - Kill Gods and Destroy Buddhas!"
Boom...
Tie Changkong bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood and essence seemed to be burning on the tip of his tongue. At the same time, a red vortex rolled up on the long knife in his hand, and he instantly sucked the sprayed blood and essence into it.
Suddenly, the sword intention condensed into substance, and its power was many times more powerful than the first sword before.
Facing such a fierce sword, Ye Feng was slightly shocked.
It seems like this guy is really going to fight for his life.
"The power of this sword is stronger than before. If I use the power of artistic conception, I can defeat him head-on. But even if I defeat Tie Changkong, there are still several rounds of battles waiting for me, and the opponent I encounter may be stronger. So.
This time, we cannot easily use the power of artistic conception."
Ye Feng was calculating step by step in his mind.
It's not that he can't block this sword, but to block this sword forcefully, he can only use his artistic conception. Ye Feng must reserve the power of his artistic conception to fight against the strong men behind him.
Seeing the surging waves of blood rushing straight towards him, the powerful sword energy was like a flood that broke the embankment. Faced with this overwhelming sword energy, he already had an idea.
Avoid the edge for now.
Tie Changkong's progress in artistic conception is greater than that of Ye Feng. If Ye Feng can only use artistic conception once in a short period of time, Tie Changkong can barely use it two or three times.
However, it will not exceed three times at most.
As long as he avoids these powerful attacks, without the support of his artistic conception, Ye Feng will defeat Tie Changkong like he's trying to retrieve something from a bag.
With this thought, he swayed his steps, unfolded the Kunpeng Nine Heavens Movement Technique, and retreated violently.
Never be sloppy.
Boom...
The sword that contained great power came and struck, and it could be said that it swept the entire arena.
It's just that although this sword intention is sharp, how can it hit Ye Feng? The sword swept past, not even touching a single hair of Ye Feng.
Of course, Tie Changkong's fierce sword intention also forced Ye Feng to the other side of the ring. To everyone watching, Ye Feng was repelled, and it seemed that the outcome had been reversed.
"Haha. Let me tell you, in this challenge, my brother will definitely be able to destroy this kid. You see, Ye Feng was in such a state of embarrassment with just one knife. It only took one knife..."