"He alone killed twenty eight-star peaks in the Phantom Demon King Court."
"In that battle, the powerful Phantom Demon Clan was killed so frightened that even though the Ming Sword Saint was later taken down by the Phantom Demon King, the Phantom Demon Clan had been calm for three years."
"In the past three years, they have not even dared to humiliate the human race because they are worried that another Ming sword saint will appear in the human race, causing a bloody storm."
Daxuanyun sighed with emotion, and the stars shining in her eyes.
She was already the Night King of Yeyue organization at that time, but she still felt respect when she learned about the deeds of the Sword Saint of the Ming Dynasty.
This also means that Daxuanyun has always recognized the human race and regarded herself as a member of the human race.
When Ye Yin was doing things, Daxuanyun rarely assassinated the human race. Even if he killed him, he was a very serious crime and was a person who was incompatible with the demon race.
"This Ming Sword Saint is pretty good."
At this moment, Ye Feng's voice sounded above the sky.
Daxuanyun and Zhou Ji looked up and saw Ye Feng standing in the air, staring at the direction of the entrance to the Demon Cave.
"Look at it."
Ye Feng waved his palm, and a ray of starlight shone down, turning into a mirror in the air.
In the mirror, the Daming Sword Saint held a star sword blade in his hand, and sword lights seemed to be about to cut open the sun and the moon.
With his own strength, he could not raise his head, and the cold sword light shocked everyone.
"This swordsman is indeed extraordinary. At least in the disordered world, he should be the best swordsman."
Ye Feng chuckled.
"Master, this senior has been under the control of the demon clan for decades. His realm seems to decline, I don't know..."
Zhou Ji hesitated to Ye Feng.
"Don't worry, I can solve his injuries, and the injuries of these 40,000 cultivators can be cured."
"Very good!"
Zhou Ji was very excited when he slapped boxing.
Forty thousand cultivators, this is a very powerful force, which is indispensable to the human race today.
"Look at it, these illusion demons can't last long."
Ye Feng smiled indifferently and pointed at the mirror.
In the mirror, 40,000 human cultivators joined the battle, and the phantom demon army was completely defeated.
They jumped around in a mess, but they couldn't escape at all.
Even on all human races, there is a layer of armor that condenses the power of stars to protect them.
This armor is indestructible. Even if the weapons of the Eight-Star Phantom Demon Clan hit it, it will only cause cracks to appear on the armor, and it will not hurt the armor guardian.
"Is this the work of the leader?"
Zhou Ji looked up at Ye Feng in surprise.
"Of course, who else can do this besides him."
Daxuanyun looked at Ye Feng and curled her lips. With such powerful power and so rationality, this person is really powerful and terrifying.
Perhaps, Ye Feng really could lead the human race to recreate the glory of ancient times and destroy all these cruel and tyrannical demon races.
"This battle is about to end, and you two come here to see me with those who can speak."
Ye Feng waved his hand and instructed Daxuan and the others.
"yes."
Zhou Ji responded respectfully.
One hour later, the battle finally ended, and all the demons in the Demon Cave were bound and piled up together.
Chao Jian, Xuan Yu, Elder Wu, and the Ming Sword Saint were led by Zhou Ji to pay homage to Ye Feng.
"You did a good job, there were no casualties in this battle, it was very good."
Ye Feng looked at Chao Jian and the other two and nodded slightly.
"It's Senior Ye who protects us, otherwise we won't be able to take these guys."
Shaking his head at Jian, he knew it himself. With the strength of his people, it was completely a fool to capture all the illusion demons alive without casualties.
If Ye Feng had given them strength and star armor to protect them, they would have died long ago.
"Senior Ye Feng, you are a saint!"
The Ming Sword Saint looked at Ye Feng with a scorching look and asked in a trembling voice.
His lifelong pursuit was to break through the realm and become a saint.
For this reason, he was in seclusion for many years, which caused him to fail to protect him in time when the sect was in danger, causing the sect to be destroyed.
All 170,000 people from Yongri Sect were killed by the Phantom Demon Clan, which was an incurable pain in the heart of the Ming Sword Saint.
Even though he desperately rushed into the Phantom Demon King's Court with the will of death, he was eventually taken down by the Phantom Demon King and threw it into the Demon Cave as a demon puppet for more than ten years, he still felt guilty about the dead sect.
Although he has recovered his free body, the heart of the Great Ming Sword Saint has been deserted and silent. Only the saint is the only light left in his heart.
Ye Feng's strength is far above the Ming Sword Saint. He concluded that Ye Feng must be a saint, the legendary saint who can fight the Demon King!
"You don't have to call me senior, you are the senior."
"Of course, I'm not a saint either."
Ye Feng looked at the Daming Sword Saint and smiled and shook his head.
"Not a saint?"
The Ming Sword Saint was stunned, the fever on his face faded away. He stared at Ye Feng in disbelief and murmured: "It's impossible. If you are not a saint, why are you so powerful?
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"My realm is still above the saint."
"What is that state?
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The Ming Sword Saint widened his eyes, and was shocked, and he also found that except for him, the people here were not surprised.
"They have known about this for a long time, and only I have seen this Ye Feng for the first time..."
The Ming Sword Saint rolled his throat and suddenly felt a little nervous. What is the realm above the saint?
He gave almost everything to become a saint, and countless years of hard work ultimately failed to break this desperate barrier.
But Ye Feng claimed that he was not a senior, and that he was not as old as himself, but he had become an existence above the saint...
"Indeed, it's impossible to do this in the holy realm."
The Ming Sword Saint thought of the star armor on everyone's body and the blessing power they received in the previous battle, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"My realm is not important because it is not convenient for me to take action."
Ye Feng shook his head, "There is a stronger power in this disordered world, not just a demon king, or a demon."
"If I take all my strength, it may arouse their awareness, and the human race will be completely destroyed by then."
"this……"
The Ming Sword Saint was stunned. He opened his mouth, but felt dry and unable to speak.
Originally, when he learned about Ye Feng's strength, although the Ming Sword Saint was sad and sad because of his own experience, he was also happy for the human race.
After all, with such a powerful existence, the status and living environment of the human race can be improved, and even become the master of the disordered world again, destroying these damn demons.
Unfortunately, Ye Feng was unable to take action, and in the disordered world, there was still the power of the demon king and even the demons watching the human race.
The human race has no hope of standing again, and can only gradually move away in despair and welcome the destiny of destruction.
"You don't have to feel despair. The human race is declining at the moment, but it won't be like this forever."
Ye Feng saw that the Ming Sword Saint was unstable and comforted him: "The human race has extraordinary potential, and the achievements that can be achieved are beyond imagination. You must have confidence."