Chapter 274 Spare Your Death Sentence

Mo Yixiao and Situ Ba also had bright eyes. Situ

As for Han Chong, the third prince and other warriors from Tianyuan County, they all felt cold sweat for Ye Feng.

They had never seen Ye Feng suppressed like this.

"Tie Changkong is going to win. He is performing the three moves of Tie Family's Iron King. Ye Feng can't resist just the second move. This third move is more powerful than the first move. How can Ye Feng take it?"

"Well, his luck has come to an end. After all, he only has the first level of innate talent. If he cultivates it well, maybe Ye Feng will be qualified to show off his talents in the next round of the Four Nations in ten years' time."

Many warriors said this.

Only martial arts masters like Prince Qi and Fang Tianlei could see that Ye Feng's behavior just now was that he was retreating without any confusion, without panic at all, and even his signature smile appeared again on his face that had turned solemn.

Prince Qi shook his head, a strange light shining in his eyes.

This Ye Feng can be said to have basically won this round.

"Boy, if you have the ability, take my last blow."

Tie Changkong, who looked obviously much weaker, gritted his teeth and said.

Only he himself understood that the first two swords did not hurt Ye Feng, but if he wanted to use the third sword of the Iron King's Three Styles, what price would he have to pay?

It's just that the arrow is on the string and has to be fired. When forced into such a situation, it can't be done without using the third sword.

As he spoke, he spat out several mouthfuls of essence and blood, and the aura around his body suddenly rose to the extreme. The energy in his body exploded, and he raised the black frost knife above his head with both hands. As the light of the sword flourished, the energy in his body was like a flood. Rushing toward the knife in his hand.

Ye Feng could clearly feel that the energy, momentum, and even blood energy accumulated in Tie Changkong's body were rapidly declining.

This sword can almost be said to have drained everything from Tie Changkong, causing all his energy and spirit to be integrated into the Wushuang sword. One can imagine how tragic the power that can be unleashed will be.

In less than a breath, Tie Changkong's tall figure shrank by several inches, and the meridians suddenly rose up, with blue-black blood flowing in them. At this moment, he had put all his attention on this knife. .

A desperate move determines the outcome.

"Suffer death, the Iron King will kill - split the universe..."

With the remaining strength, he let out a loud roar, and the sword in Tie Changkong's hand burst out. The entire arena was completely enveloped by the sword, as if with one strike, the arena would cease to exist.

Even the referee next to him subconsciously jumped out of the ring and did not dare to stay for a moment longer.

"Roar!"

With a loud roar of the dragon, the sword light shot straight into the sky. Countless people around were shocked and their expressions suddenly changed.

Below the ring, Mo Qingfeng showed a rare dignified expression.

Everyone is speculating on this question: How would he deal with this knife if it were him?

Soon these people discovered that facing this earth-shattering sword, let alone resisting it, they could not even dodge it.

Because, at the innate stage, there is probably no one whose body skills can match the sharpness of sword intent.

"Ye Feng must die!"

"It's a pity. Under this knife, I'm afraid he will be dead."

"Kill him to death with a knife. It's an advantage for him. Originally, I wanted to humiliate and torture him and turn him into a human stick."

Tie Hualong, Mo Yixiao, and Situ Ba all clenched their fists, looked nervous, and stared at Ye Feng on the stage without blinking.

Unfortunately, they could not see any fear on Ye Feng's face.

Ye Feng didn't feel much pressure.

If the power is accumulated for too long, the power may destroy the world, but if it lacks the necessary agility and cannot cut anyone, then everything is in vain.

Very powerful? We don’t have to answer it.

It doesn't mean that you have to take the opponent's blow head-on.

If it were someone else, perhaps it would be difficult to avoid Kai Tie Changkong's attack on the small challenge platform.

But Ye Feng is different. He has Kunpeng Jiutian, the heaven-level movement method, who can leave or stay. He is so confident.

At the moment when the sword intent was overwhelming, Ye Feng stepped out one step at a time, and Kunpeng Nine Heavens Movement Technique was deployed. All that was left in place was an afterimage of his clone.

His figure blurred so fast that he was almost invisible, so except for a few people with good eyesight, everyone watching the battle just saw Ye Feng standing blankly on the stage, seemingly barely making a counterattack.

Tsk...

After a long sound, the killing sword intent directly chopped "Ye Feng" into countless pieces. The clouds were light and the wind was gentle, and the entire Ye Feng dissipated directly as if it was gone.

"sharp!"

There was a commotion all around...

"Actually... cut Ye Feng into pieces? Not even a single bit of bones was left? This knife..."

"Can it still absorb the opponent's blood essence? Why didn't I even see the blood spurting out?"

"Although this sword is very strong, it seems a little unreasonable."

…

There was a roar of discussion under the stage, and Tie Changkong, who could no longer stand, closed his eyes and listened. Even though his body was weak, there was still uncontrollable excitement in his heart.

The sword strike just now completely weakened him, and it was almost impossible to continue fighting to obtain a spot in the Four Nations.

But it's all over.

Ye Feng is dead. He has protected the Tie family's face and avenged his cousin Tie Hualong. But the price was equally huge. In order to inspire the final blow, he had to repair himself for at least half a year to recover.

Whether it was a profit or a loss was a confusing account, and even he couldn't tell for sure.

Forget it, now that things have come to this, it is better to return to Tie Mansion as soon as possible to rest. He struggled to open his eyes and planned to call the disciples of the Tie family to escort him back to the mansion.

But at this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly came into his ears.

Tie Changkong opened his eyes hastily, and the scene in front of him made him unable to hold on any longer. With a plop, he knelt on one knee with his long sword in his hand.

Surprise, confusion, astonishment, fear...

Endless negative emotions appeared in Tie Changkong's eyes, because he saw that Ye Feng, who should have been killed by him, was smiling and standing in front of him intact.

Not even a hair was scratched.

"You..." He spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Since you kneel down and beg for mercy, I will spare your death!" Ye Feng said lightly, his voice clear and loud.

There was another commotion around...

Tie Changkong knelt down and begged for mercy? Ah, the Tie family, this time it can be said that the family has fallen.

The face of the aristocratic family for thousands of years has disappeared.

"I didn't..." Tie Changkong struggled to explain, but Ye Feng interrupted him, "However, you can escape the death penalty, but you can't escape the punishment of life. I will destroy your cultivation as the price for offending me, Ye Feng."

"No...referee! I admit defeat."

Tie Changkong's eyes widened, and his bloodless face turned pale as snow.

He never thought that even if he was in such a miserable situation, Ye Feng would not let him go...