Good Fortune Martial Emperor

Chapter 23

"Ye Feng, a genius with dual souls, the successor of the sword master, has been silent for six years, and became a blockbuster." Wang Rui said slowly, but his tone was full of sarcasm.

"Unfortunately, you are destined to die here."

After finishing speaking, Wang Rui's body suddenly rushed forward, swung his right fist, and the flame spiritual power condensed into a fist in the void, hitting Ye Feng's chest directly.

This punch was exactly the trick he used to kill the colorful giant tiger before.

The colorful giant tiger is as strong as the ordinary Xiaoyue Sirius, or even slightly stronger, almost a monk in the sixth level of agility.

In the previous battle with Xiaoyue Sirius, Ye Feng performed astonishingly with the power of the Snow Sword, but Wang Rui still believed that this punch was enough to deal with Ye Feng, after all, the gap of a big realm cannot be bridged.

The fire fist arrived, Ye Feng raised his sword, the imprint of the divine sword flashed on his forehead, and a curtain of cold ice swords rose from the ground.

As a top-level spiritual tool, the Snow Snow Sword itself has a very strong ability of ice, which can be activated by injecting spiritual power into the user.

The fire fist blasted on the sword screen, but it weakened a little and then continued to shatter the sword screen, still blasting towards Ye Feng.

"The spiritual power in the awakened state is still weak, and the power of the Frost Sword can't stimulate one out of ten."

In front of Hengjian, the fire fist hit Hanxuejian, making a roaring sound.

I saw two icy blue rays of light on the blade, constantly offsetting the energy contained in the fire fist.

Ye Feng retreated all the way, and stopped after dozens of meters. At this time, the fire fist finally annihilated.

"As expected of a top-level spiritual weapon, but your strength is not worthy of having it." Wang Rui looked at Han Xuejian with a greedy look in his eyes. If it wasn't for this sword, Ye Feng wouldn't have been able to take his punch.

At this time, Ye Feng moved, and his speed reached the extreme in an instant, constantly changing directions and rushing towards Wang Rui.

Flowing Wind Sword Jue, the sword is like flowing wind, swift and elegant.

Wang Rui's face remained unchanged, flames danced all around, and condensed into a big knife in his hand, he swung the knife and slashed forward, the two collided instantly, the swords intertwined, the two had fought for no less than ten rounds in the flash.

Every time there was a collision, Ye Feng's body trembled faintly. If it wasn't for the sharpness of the Hanxue Sword and the subtlety of the Liufeng Sword Art, Ye Feng, who was a big gap away, would have been defeated.

"Wang Rui, move quickly, otherwise things will change." Zhang Yan urged.

"Damn it, if I give you a few more years, maybe you will surpass me, so today, you will die."

The light on Wang Rui's forehead lit up, and he was forced out of his soul by Ye Feng.

It was a mass of orange flames. After the appearance of Fate Soul, the flames on Wang Rui's body also turned orange. The surrounding air became hotter and hotter, and beads of sweat appeared on Ye Feng's face.

Fortunately, the cold air came from the Hanxue Sword, which helped Ye Feng resist Wang Rui's breath.

His eyes were solemn, Wang Rui's strength was somewhat beyond his expectation, but that was all.

Concentrating on gathering energy, Han Xuejian uttered a loud and clear sword chant, at the same time, Ye Feng's whole temperament changed suddenly, and suddenly became extremely fierce.

He raised his sword to the sky, as if he was going straight to the sky.

"Wang Rui, do it quickly." As if sensing Ye Feng's change, Zhang Yan shouted.

"Flame Dragon Fist!"

Wang Rui shot suddenly, and two orange fire dragons roared towards them, threatening to burn everything. Wherever they passed, the ground was scorched black.

"The first form of the Nine Heavens Sword Art, pointing mountains and rivers."

Ye Feng pointed out with a sword, and the unparalleled sword energy shot out, strangling everything in front of him, and the two fire dragons were annihilated in ashes under the strangling of the sword energy.

"The Sword Master's famed sword skill, Nine Heavens Sword Art." Zhang Yan looked serious. He didn't expect that Nine Heavens Sword Art would be so powerful in Ye Feng's hands.

Wang Rui put away his joking mentality and came in the form of fire, wanting to kill Ye Feng at close range when he was exhausted.

"Sky Strike!"

Ye Feng looked indifferent, two words protruded from his mouth, the mark of lightning flashed on his forehead, and thunder fell from the sky, striking Wang Rui on the head.

With the improvement of the realm, Ye Feng's spiritual power also doubled, and now the magic sky strike can be cast instantly.

Caught off guard, Wang Rui could only defend hastily. The flame wave soared into the sky, but he couldn't completely resist it.

Lightning struck his body, Wang Rui suddenly felt paralyzed all over his body, and he stopped suddenly and couldn't move.

The incidental effect of Sky Strike is paralysis.

At this time, a cold light flickered in front of his eyes, and Wang Rui was shocked to see Ye Feng raising his sword to kill.

"Is this really the strength of the Awakening Realm?" Wang Rui regretted deeply in his heart, if he had gone all out earlier and didn't give Ye Feng a chance, why would he be like this.

"Master, save me." He yelled, facing death, Wang Rui no longer cared about his dignity.

"Stop!" Zhang Yan yelled loudly, and the seven fiery red spirit wheels shone brightly behind him.

He stretched out his hand, and a huge flame handprint appeared in front of Ye Feng, trying to blast him to death.

Before the handprint arrived, Ye Feng felt a powerful breath lock himself, making his body almost freeze.

This is the power of the spirit wheel realm, and with his current realm, he cannot resist at all.

However, at this moment of life and death, Zhang Yan clearly saw that there was no wave in the ancient well in Ye Feng's eyes, and he still rushed towards Wang Rui.

From behind Ye Feng, a black shadow flashed, and a black black moon easily split Zhang Yan's flame handprint, Ye Feng's body passed through it, and a sword pierced Wang Rui's chest, with the tip of the sword exposed from behind.

"you"

There was an inconceivable look in Wang Rui's eyes. Until now, he couldn't believe that he would die in the hands of an awakened ant. Even Zhang Yan couldn't save him.

"I said before that if you want to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed."

Killers are always killed, and Ye Feng will naturally not show any kindness to those who want to kill him.

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he drew out the Hanxue sword, a bloody arrow shot out from Wang Rui's chest, and his body fell backwards, but there was not a single drop of blood on the Hanxue sword.

Hong Kai and Luo Xiu looked at all this with unbelievable expressions on their faces. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe that an awakened monk could kill a spiritual monk.

What's more, as the chief disciple of Chiyan Pavilion, Wang Rui was the best of his peers in terms of talent and strength, but he was successfully beheaded by Ye Feng.

What a monster can do this.

Looking at Zhang Yan again, he watched his chief disciple die in front of his eyes, but his attention didn't seem to be there, but he looked around vigilantly.

Just a moment ago, he felt an extremely cold murderous aura, and as a strong man in the seventh level of the spirit wheel, he actually felt a little palpitation.

And the black Xuanyue that broke through his flame handprint just now, with his strength, he didn't even see the person who made the shot, and he didn't even feel it before the opponent made the shot.

The first thing he thought of was Mu Chen, but he quickly ruled out that Mu Chen couldn't follow them all the way here.

"No wonder you have such confidence, it turns out that someone is helping you." Zhang Yan stared at Ye Feng and gritted his teeth.

"Where are you, sneaky, and brave enough to show up for a fight!" Zhang Yan used his spiritual power to let out a roar, and the sound was rolling and overwhelming.

However, there was no response.

Ye Feng held the Hanxue sword and walked over Wang Rui's body towards Zhang Yan.

(End of this chapter)