Chapter 1645 Ye Feng Takes the Stage

Gu Mingdao on the other side of the stone platform suddenly raised his head, glanced at the scarlet long knife in his hand, pointed his finger and said: "Xueyin, can't you hold it back?"

Everyone was still surprised the moment before, but the next moment, everyone's face changed drastically. Situ Reading.\nＣＯＭ

As Gu Mingdao's voice fell, the blade was like a beast awakening, and it suddenly rushed up with an extremely murderous intent. Even if it was a hundred feet away, it could be clearly felt.

"Earth Yuan... Blood Moon Slash!"

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Gu Mingdao held the knife with both hands and slashed, and a half-moon-shaped red light slashed vertically in the air and pushed out horizontally from under his feet.

Sizzle!

The iron-hard Kunwu stone made a difficult sound under the cutting of the red light, leaving a faint white knife mark, and then it disappeared again.

Boom boom boom!

The blade light was like a line. When it was ten feet away, it suddenly stretched to the left and right, and it actually formed a wave-like blade curtain, which spread to ten feet away and occupied a small half of the stone platform.

Ding...

The phantom of the dragon and snake trembled in the air, collided with the blood-colored blade curtain, and stalemated for only a moment before it was extinguished in the air.

The countless gun shadows also failed to break through the knife light and were all shattered into nothingness.

The two major martial arts were easily broken, making Yan Feilong's face pale. However, at this moment, his third attack had arrived, and the gun light was on the layer of blade curtain.

Pop...

At the tip of the gun, a wave like water quickly spread along the blade curtain. The two sides were evenly matched and blocked the rolling blade curtain in front of them.

"Blocked!"

Someone screamed, because Yan Feilong's strongest attack was left for the end.

"Brother Yan Feilong, it seems that he is not far behind Brother Gu Mingdao..."

The people of the Sweeping Sect were fascinated by the fight. This kind of fight opened their eyes.

"The gap is still quite big. He is about to lose. If he retreats at this time, he can still escape unscathed. If he dares to continue, he will definitely suffer."

Ye Feng shook his head lightly, and did not agree with some people's views.

"Brother Ye, I'm afraid you are wrong... In my opinion..."

Wang Yuwei also smiled, but before he finished his sentence, his face suddenly changed.

The knife curtain, which had stopped swallowing, suddenly began to shrink rapidly, and suddenly merged into a line of light again, splitting the spiritual weapon spear in the air, and the knife light instantly invaded the position of the spear handle.

Yan Feilong shouted, his body stiffened, and after a moment of stunned, he had no choice but to let go and retreat, and at the same time twisted his body in the air, barely dodging to the side.

With a snort, blood spurted out.

A piece of flesh flew off his shoulder due to the sharp blade, and blood spurted out.

At this point, all the sword lights stopped, and Yan Feilong landed with disheveled hair, his face full of horror. If he had been half a second slower, one of his arms would have been crippled.

"I lost!"

He saluted with a sullen face, and then jumped off the stone platform.

With his strength, there was indeed a big gap between him and Gu Mingdao, and it was difficult for him to be the opponent.

"Junior Brother Ye, how did you see that..."

The sudden change of the sword curtain at the end not only confused Wang Yuwei and others, but also surprised some king-level masters.

Ye Feng, who was in no mood, made up a few words at random to evade the others, but his heart became a little heavy.

Gu Mingdao was very strong. In the previous battle, Yan Feilong did not force him to use too much strength. It can be seen that Bu Jingwei's strength is not just talk.

The battle between himself and Bu Jingwei was extremely dangerous. Although he was fully prepared, Ye Feng still had no assurance of victory.

After the winner Gu Mingdao stepped down, two figures soon flew onto the Kunwu Stone Platform...

The battle continued scene by scene, and time passed quickly, and it was noon.

"Next, please welcome disciple No. 30 Yao Yifeng to fight... Ye Feng!"

Ye Feng raised his head, looked up at the dazzling sunlight, and then slowly walked out of the crowd.

The people of the Sweeping Sect were naturally excited. For them, this battle was both exciting and worrying.

"Junior brother, do your best. It's not shameful to lose to the inner disciples. Everything should be done to ensure safety."

Yuan Ningzhen squeezed Ye Feng's palm hard and reminded him at last.

"There's no need to worry about that Yao Yifeng."

Ye Feng said cheerfully, his eyes darting to a certain part of the crowd opposite. There, Yao Yifeng was staring at him with a sinister smile on his face.

When their eyes met, Yao Yifeng wiped his neck with his hand, provoking him unscrupulously.

Boom!

A moment later, two figures leaped into the air at the same time and landed steadily in the center of the Kunwu Stone Platform.

Yao Yifeng's golden robe fluttered in the wind, his expression was arrogant, one hand behind his back, and he raised his chin to look at Ye Feng.

In comparison, Ye Feng's black clothes looked very inconspicuous. Since he entered the Diyuan Sect, except for wearing the inscription master's robe once or twice, he has always worn the clothes of a menial disciple.

Such a scene immediately attracted the attention of many outside forces. Most people had heard about the level of disciples in Diyuan Sect.

"What's going on?"

"Isn't that guy wearing the uniform of a errand disciple? How come he would go on stage to compete with the inner disciples?"

"Maybe he thinks he has the qualifications, but... hehe, there is a world of difference between inner disciples and errands, and their cultivation is obvious to all. There is really no need to waste time."

"..."

The various mocking voices fell into the ears of the two people, and Yao Yifeng couldn't help but become more proud. He stretched out his hand to Ye Feng from a distance and shouted arrogantly: "Junior Brother Ye, don't say that this senior brother bullied you, show your spiritual weapon."

"With you... you also want to tarnish the reputation of my inner disciples, wishful thinking, this battle will make you recognize your identity, and then get out of the sect obediently."

Yao Yifeng's voice was very low in the latter sentence, and only the two of them could hear it.

Ye Feng said indifferently: "Come on if you have the guts, and you are not worthy of me using my spiritual weapon to deal with a person like you."

Yao Yifeng's face changed immediately.

He had never been humiliated like this before. Yao Yifeng had a very bad impression of Ye Feng. Now, he wanted to crush him to pieces on the spot.

"Okay, I will let you know the difference between the inner sect and the menials. I will kill you with my fingers!"

"Whatever!"

Ye Feng stretched out his hand lightly, and his eyes turned cold. The surging Yuanli rose from his feet and quickly permeated his whole body. Ye Feng's figure also suddenly jumped into the void above his head.

In a flash, he fully exerted his ninth level of virtual realm cultivation.

As for the half-step king realm, it was left to Bu Jingwei. There was no need to show it at this moment. When the time came, it could also achieve unexpected results.

Ye Feng was sure that the ninth level of virtual realm... should be enough to deal with this annoying guy in front of him.