The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 787 Wind City Undefeated
Although there are quite a few soul cultivators in the camp, the main force in the southwestern battlefield is the soul slaves controlled by the three commanders. If Xie Guangkun is the only one left, this battle is doomed to be defeated.

And at the same time, in the midair ahead, Lan Yunping couldn't bear it anymore.

"Outsiders, don't be presumptuous. Let me see that Commander peeled off your skin to avenge Commander Lu." Lan Yunping shouted coldly, and the soul power in his whole body exploded, and he raised his hand to point to the previous one.

Under this finger, hundreds of soul slaves, together with nearly ten soul generals, suddenly rushed towards Ye Fei.

"Good time." Ye Fei smiled lightly, put away the ice sword in his palm, and at the same time a light burst out from his arm, and a thick force erupted from his body.

At this time, Ye Fei was advancing instead of retreating. Under the gaze of everyone, he rushed into the soul slave army alone.

On the hillside, the disciples of the hidden sect, including Master Ku Yun, couldn't help but gasped when they saw this scene.

"Hiss, what is he going to do?"

"The last time I fought against Naluzheng, if I remember correctly, Ye Fei should have ten soul generals in his hands."

"Without summoning soul generals, rushing into the army of soul slaves alone like this is undoubtedly courting death."

All the disciples of the Yin Sect showed strange expressions on their faces at this time, and while they were whispering, they were extremely puzzled by Ye Fei's actions.

In the midair ahead, Lan Yunping suddenly smiled, looking at Ye Fei as if he was looking at a fool.

"Stupid outsider, no matter how good your calculations are, how can you fight against my army of soul slaves?" Lan Yunping laughed loudly, and at this moment, he didn't hold back the slightest hand. Hundreds of soul slaves all let out low growls.

Just when this person had a winning ticket, and the soul slave was about to tear the outsider into pieces, his expression suddenly froze, and an inconceivable expression appeared on his face.

"you……"

"It's impossible!" Lan Yunping's eyes widened, looking at the scene ahead, his figure couldn't help but tremble at this moment.

Following this person's gaze, I saw Ye Fei, who was surrounded by hundreds of soul slaves, his whole body was full of aura, and when he raised his hand and punched, a sound wave blasted out, the strength was simply shocking.

With each punch, at least a few soul slaves were smashed to pieces. Except for the ten soul generals, ordinary soul slaves couldn't get close to Ye Fei's figure at all.

"These soul generals are okay." Ye Fei smiled slightly, a red light flashed in his palm, and the red fairy bamboo flute fell into his palm.

When those soul generals rushed to the mountain, Ye Fei quickly made a formula in his palm, and the power of ancient runes spread in his hands, and then several dark red long whips extended from the bamboo flute.

In the blink of an eye, the ten soul slaves around him were firmly locked.

"Seal it for me." Ye Fei murmured, and immediately typed out the rune seal formula, which melted into the bodies of the ten surrounding soul generals.

After his spiritual power recovered, there was almost no limit to the number of soul slaves he could subdue, and the Red Immortal Bamboo Flute could be used with ease.

In an instant, only a flash of red light was heard, and the ten soul slaves who were aggressive just now disappeared in midair.

"I... my soul general."

"Outsider, what did you do?" Lan Yunping yelled angrily, then rushed forward, fixed his eyes on Ye Fei and asked in a deep voice.

At this moment, he only felt that he had suddenly lost contact with those ten soul generals. Lan Yunping, the leader of soul repair, had never encountered such a strange thing in his life.

"Next, it's your turn." Ye Fei's eyes flashed coldly, and he didn't answer the words of the person in front of him. When he raised his hand, a stream of ice mist shot out from his fingertips.

This icy mist contained the power of Ye Fei's boundary veins, and in the next instant, Nalan Yun was frozen into an ice sculpture.

After withdrawing his palm, Ye Fei showed a smile on his face, and slowly raised the red-threaded bamboo flute in his hand, a dark red beam of light burst out from it, covering the figure of the soul cultivator in front of him.

"The harvest is good..." Ye Fei murmured, and after he put away the red-threaded bamboo flute, Lan Yunping's figure disappeared without a trace.

With the death of the second soul cultivator leader, on the southwestern battlefield ahead, Fengcheng could be said to be retreating steadily, and the soul cultivators in the camp could no longer stop the local soul slaves.

On the hillside, Xie Guangkun had no choice but to retreat. If he continued to fight hard, they might all die here today.

"Patriarch Ye, my Fengcheng is powerless to recover from this battle. You can save your life by retreating with me and returning to the subsidiary city of Fengcheng." Xie Guangkun stood in mid-air and said loudly. .

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and took out a piece of jade talisman. At the same time, he played several formulas in succession. In the sky in front of him, a vortex soul formation appeared out of thin air.

This formation was at the time when they were on the southwestern battlefield, and they entered the large formation of teleportation against the sky.

Ye Fei glanced at the formation, then turned his head, looking at the battlefield ahead, his eyes suddenly froze, and the expression on his face was hard to figure out.

"Commander Xie, we haven't lost yet."

"Because of Ye Mou, the soul army in Fengcheng is ineffective. I will naturally take responsibility." Ye Fei said slowly, the spiritual power in his body didn't calm down at all, but it became a little bit more.

Now that his spiritual power has recovered, the battlefield ahead can be said to be a good place to collect soul slaves, how could Ye Fei leave so easily.

Even if there is another soul king in Tucheng, with his current state, even if he can't fight with him, it is easy to escape from this place. After all, Ye Fei also has a soul king and soul slave.

"Patriarch Ye means..." Xie Guangkun was taken aback for a moment, with a puzzled look on his face.

As for Ye Fei in front of him, he stopped talking immediately. The Lotus Sword in his palm appeared at some point, and his figure brought out a long rainbow in midair.

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, Ye Fei was alone at this time, rushing towards the enemy's army of soul slaves.

"Thunder Realm, now." After Ye Fei entered the battlefield, he let out a low shout.

I saw the power of thunder surged around him, raised his hand and pointed towards the sky, and a huge thunder curtain appeared out of thin air, covering the midair of the southwest battlefield.

"Hmph, Fengcheng has been defeated, did you come here to die?" In the army of enemy soul slaves, an extremely tall and imposing man in golden armor blocked Ye Fei's way at this moment.

This person was holding a pair of giant hammers, and his appearance was extremely ferocious. Judging from the soul power emanating from his body, he was at least at the level of a soul general.

Following the mouth of the golden-armored man, three people rushed out of the soul slave army at the rear at the same time, almost all of them were at the commanding level of soul repair, all of them were imposing like a rainbow, and their eyes locked on Ye Fei at the same time.

"Ye Mou came here to take you in." Ye Fei's eyes flashed a gleam, and after glancing at the first four people, he said truthfully.

Before he fought with the soul king Shang Delu, the soul slaves in his hands were almost exhausted. Now that his spiritual power is no longer suppressed, he naturally wants to collect more soul slaves.

In this way, he can be more confident in entering the main city of Fengcheng.

"Outsider junior, you are tired of working!" The golden armored man in front jumped up with an angry shout.

Behind him, dozens of soul generals rushed forward at the same time, and at this moment they suddenly rushed towards Ye Fei.

With such a lineup, even if Ye Fei recovered his spiritual power, it would be extremely difficult to fight against him without relying on the soul slave.

"The ice world, the power to seal the world." Ye Fei's eyes were fixed, and the breath around his body suddenly turned, and the cold mist lingered in his palm.

Terrifying icy power surged in, instantly covering the sky, freezing the figure of the golden-armored man in front, and at the same time, an inextinguishable thunder fell from the midair.

With the power of the two realms coming out together, even the soul king will be trapped in midair, not to mention that the person in front is only a soul general.

"Immortal Thunder, disperse your wits."

"Red Immortal Bamboo Flute, take your body, soul..." Ye Fei quickly made a tactic in his palm, and the dark red bamboo flute under his raised hand fell into his palm at some point.

Under the eyes of everyone, the big man in golden armor in front of him didn't resist too much, and his figure disappeared.

The disappearance of the golden-armored man caused the soul cultivators in Tucheng to completely riot at this moment, and the remaining three soul cultivators rushed towards Ye Fei almost at the same time without any hesitation.

On the battlefield below, the army of soul slaves all locked their eyes on Ye Fei at this moment, and they all stepped into the air to confront him.

"If I can put all these soul slaves into the bamboo flute, my combat power will definitely increase." Ye Fei stood in midair, looking at the army of soul slaves ahead, and couldn't help but think inwardly.

As long as there is no soul king to take action, Ye Fei can be said to be almost invincible on this battlefield.

The Tucheng soul cultivators in front of him had gathered together at this moment. Under the leadership of the three soul cultivators, they were walking towards Ye Fei step by step. The majestic soul power swept all around, and the momentum was astonishing.

On the Fengcheng side, Ye Fei was the only one left. He was standing in the mid-air at this time, and he didn't have the slightest intention to back down.

In the battlefield below, the soul cultivators in Fengcheng had basically all withdrawn. Seeing Ye Fei alone, some soul cultivators in the camp stopped involuntarily.

"I, Fengcheng, have not been defeated yet." Among the soul cultivators in the camp, someone murmured.

These words, like a storm, quickly swept every soul cultivator in the arena, and everyone who was about to retreat turned their heads one after another, and all their eyes were focused on Ye Fei in front of him.

On the hillside, Xie Guangkun couldn't help but tremble again after seeing Ye Fei's explosive combat power at this moment.

"Did he really behead an enemy soul king?" Xie Guangkun murmured to himself. He who originally wanted to enter the space-defying teleportation array abruptly stopped in his tracks.

In an instant, a hundred points of meritorious service were added. After thinking for a long time, Xie Guangkun finally came to a conclusion.

(End of this chapter)