Mo Yixiao and Situ Batthalm also showed light in their eyes.
As for Han Chong, the three princes and other warriors in Tianyuan County, they squeezed a cold sweat for Ye Feng.
They have never seen Ye Feng being suppressed like this.
"Tie Changkong is going to win. He exhibited the Tiejia Tiewang Third Type. Only the second type of Ye Feng couldn't resist. This third type, the power is more powerful, how can Ye Feng take it to?"
"Well, his good luck is already in the end. After all, there is only a congenital weight and cultivation. Maybe the next round of the four Congress in the next round of the four Congress, Ye Feng is qualified to show a style."
Many warriors said so.
Only the martial arts such as Prince Qi and Fang Tianlei can see Ye Feng's behavior, retreat without chaos, and did not panic at all, and even the signature smile appeared again.
Prince Qi shook his head, and his eyes shone.
This Ye Feng can be said to have basically won this game.
"Boy, have the ability, pick me up for the last knife."
The iron long and empty air gritted teeth and spoke.
Only he understood that the two knives did not hurt Ye Feng in front, but what price did he pay for the third knife of the Iron King Third Type?
It's just that the arrows have to be posted on the string. It is forced to such a situation.
Between speaking, he sprayed a few sperm blood, and his breath suddenly rose to the extreme. He burst out of his body. He raised the black knife with his hands over his head. As the knife was full, he was like the flood of the gate.
Go to the knife in your hand.
Ye Feng can clearly feel the Yuanli, momentum, and even blood gas accumulated in the iron body, and even the blood is falling rapidly.
This knife can almost say that he squeezed all the iron long air, so that all his spirit of energy was incorporated into the black knife. The power that could be erupted can imagine how miserable it would be.
It ’s just that there is a hard work of breathing. People with tall and high air have shrunk several inches, and the meridians are abruptly arbitrarily. Among them, blue and black blood flows.
Then, then
Lone bet, one -size -fits knife.
"Dead, the iron king is killed -split the Qiankun ..."
A roar was made with the only power. The knife in the long -handed sword stabbed, and the entire ring was completely shrouded in this knife. It seemed that it would continue to exist in this ring.
Even the referees next to the referee jumped out of the ring subconsciously, and dare not leave a while.
"roar!"
With the loud dragon yin, the sword mang was rushed to the clouds, and countless people around them were shocked, and everyone's face changed suddenly.
Below the ring, Mo Qingfeng is rare to show a trace of dignity.
Everyone is guessing this problem: How can I deal with this sword, if you change to yourself?
It was soon discovered that in the face of this shocking knife, don't say to resist, I'm afraid that they can't do it.
Because, in the congenital stage, I am afraid that there is no body's body, which can be compared with the knife.
"Ye Feng, will die!"
"Unfortunately, under this knife, I'm afraid he wants his bones."
"He cut to death, cheap him, and the prince originally wanted to humiliate him fiercely and cut him into an adult stick."
Iron Dragon, Mo Yixiao, Situ Ba, all three fists, tense expression, eyes blinked at Ye Feng on the stage.
Unfortunately, they failed to see any fear and fear from Ye Feng's face.
Ye Feng's heart didn't have much pressure.
It is too long, and the power may destroy the heavenly and destroy, but it lacks the lingering spirit. If you can't cut people, everything is empty.
Very powerful? We can not pick up.
It doesn't mean that you have to hardly pick up the other party.
If it is someone else, maybe on the narrow challenge, it is difficult to avoid the invasion of the knife.
But Ye Feng is different. He has the heavenly body, and Kunpeng is in the nine days, but you can leave or stay.
At the moment when the knife was overwhelming, Ye Feng stepped out step by step, and Kunpeng's nine heavenly body began.
His figure was almost blurred, and he was almost invisible, so except for some of his eyes, people who watched the war just saw Ye Feng standing on the stage, and seemed to barely make a fight.
...
After a long noise, the killing knife directly split "Ye Feng" into countless shattering. The clouds were light and light.
"sharp!"
A sensation around ...
"Actually ... chopped Ye Feng into a pink? I didn't even leave a star in the bones? This sword ..."
"Can you still absorb the blood of the other person? Why didn't I see the scene where blood spurted up?"
"Although this sword is very strong, it seems a bit unreasonable."
Nympho
There was a rolling discussion in the audience, and the long -closed eyes that could not continue to stand still, even if the whole body was weak, the heart still had an excitement.
This knife made him completely hurt. It was almost impossible to continue fighting to get the quota of the four Congress.
But everything is over.
Ye Feng was dead. He maintained the face of the Iron family, and also reported a big hatred for the cousin's iron. The price can be equally huge. In order to stimulate the last knife, he must repair at least half a year to recover.
Whether it is money or compensation, this is a confused account, even he can't even say.
Forget it, this is the end, and he still returns to the Tiefu as soon as possible. He barely struggled to open his eyes, intending to call the disciples of Tiejia to come to escort himself to return to the house.
It's just that at this moment, there was a sound of exclaiming in the ears.
Tie Changkong opened his eyes, and the scene he saw in front of him was that he couldn't hold it anymore, fluttering, and kneeling on his knees on one knee.
Surprised, puzzled, stunned, fear ...
The endless negative emotions appeared in the eyes of the iron long sky, because he saw that Ye Feng, who should be killed by himself, actually showed a smile and stood in front of him intact.
Even the fur has not been scratched by half.
"You ..." He sprayed a few sophisticated blood.
"Think of your knees and begging for mercy, spare your sins!" Ye Feng said lightly, his voice was clear and loud.
There was another sensation around ...
Tie Changkong begged for mercy? Ah, Tiejia, this time it can be regarded as falling down.
Thousands of years of family face, there is disappearance.
"I don't ..." Tie Changkong struggled to distinguish, but Ye Feng interrupted his words. "However, the death of death can be free, and the crime is hard to escape.
"Don't ... referee! I confess defeat."
Tie Changkong's eyes opened round, and his bloody face was as pale as snow.
He never thought that he was so miserable that Ye Feng would not let him go ...