Chapter 1093

"It's true that you know who you are and what you don't know..."

Ye Feng smile cold looking at the road robe man, casual sigh way.

"Be content. It's your honor to die in the hands of my spirit void, a heaven level peak."

The Taoist robe man smiles coldly. The sword swings, and the shadow of the sword is like a downpour, covering the leaves.

"Send a heavenly peak to kill me. The old ox nose of Chongxu really despises me..."

Ye Feng smiles faintly, and Luo Yanbu shows off, dodging the sword shadow like a leisurely walk while joking.

"Boy, you are a little arrogant!" The spirit Xu hears the sound, the eyeground flits to erase the meaning.

He is a master of ancient martial arts for a long time, and his cultivation is at the top of the heaven level. He has reached the top of the group of ancient martial arts. But he is despised by young Ye Feng. How can he not be angry.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

At the same time, he swung the broad sleeves of his Taoist robe, and three arrows in his sleeves, which twinkled with faint and cold light, hit Ye Feng's chest in the shape of Pinyin. The arrow is fast and urgent, which makes people feel that there is no possibility to avoid it.

"Stabbing people in the dark, is that the level of the top master of heaven level?"

Ye Feng laughs, his fist changes, and he shows the surge of the four hit by the emperor of Thailand.

The air was turbulent. In a flash, three arrows in the sleeve seemed to be trapped in the mire, shaking in the air. Then, the strength of the shuttle was offset by the undercurrent, and landed on the ground with a bang.

This kid's method is so weird!

Ling Xu's eyes were slightly Lin. at the moment, he found that he really underestimated Ye Feng. Although this young man was young, he could not underestimate his skill in defusing arrows in his sleeve, which could not be achieved by ordinary ancient warriors.

But the more so, the more agitated he was.

Because the stronger Ye Feng's performance, the more it shows that he really inherited the inheritance of the naive master. In this way, as long as Ye Feng is caught and tortured to extort a confession, the inheritance of the innocent can be taken away from him.

"It's not polite to come but not to go. I don't know if I don't return to you with concealed weapons..."

At this time, Ye Feng chuckled and picked a hard rock from the side of the stone wall with his backhand. When he threw it, the stone with the sound of breaking the air flew toward the spirit empty.

Bang!

Lingxu wants to dodge, but the speed of the stubborn stone is far beyond his imagination. Before he can dodge and lift his sword case, the obstinate stone has hit him heavily on his face, which makes him puff up half of his face, spit blood, and several teeth fly out of his back

Damn, how can this boy be so strong?!

Feeling the burning pain on the right side of his face, lingxu only felt that the bones of his right face seemed to be cracked. At the same time, his anger was burning in his chest, and his whole body's internal power was rolling. He was carrying a long sword and attacking Ye Feng as fast as a sword.

In a flash, the shadow of the sword almost formed a curtain of sword. Even when the shadow of the sword floated, the sound of wind and thunder surged.

"Since you also use the sword, I will accompany you to play a trick..."

Ye Feng smiles faintly, and his mind is working. The flying sword suddenly flies out of the medicine King ring and falls into his palm.

What's the method? Just now he didn't carry a weapon. Why did he suddenly have a sword?

Seeing this scene, the spirit Xu can't help but be frightened, almost all want to think that the eye appeared hallucination.

"A drizzle of smoke and rain!"

Then, accompanied by Ye Feng's cold drink, the scene that makes lingxu more frightened appears. Ye Feng's sword actually flies out of his hand, and then takes the initiative to launch a series of attacks in the air.

The light of the sword is bright, and it spreads in the air. Every sword is like a drop of heavy rain falling from the sky!

But in an instant, in the air, there are countless raindrops and swords, glittering and changing, beautiful.

But it is in this boundless beauty that lingxu feels a strong sense of fear, just like under this beautiful scenery, there are things with incomparable fear that can take his life at any time.

This sense of crisis has never been felt by lingxu since he was promoted to the top of heaven level. Even when he was fighting with his elder martial brother, Taoist priest Chongxu, he had never felt such a sense.

What is more difficult for him to understand is that although naivete was called "the first wonder of ancient martial arts", he did not seem to be good at using swordsmanship, and he had never heard of his flying sword.

This makes him suddenly have an idea, he suddenly some doubt, Ye Feng inherited, perhaps not only a naive master's inheritance, perhaps there are other more incredible inheritance!

Without saying anything, lingxu is ready to retreat and escape from here and inform elder martial brother of this amazing discovery.

Brush!

But before he stepped out of the sky, the dense sword like misty rain suddenly turned into torrential rain and rushed towards him.

The sword is cold and cold. Lingxu raises the sword in his hand in a hurry to block it and fight for time to escape.Click!

But just after the sword was lifted up, the sword, which was made of ten thousand year old iron, was added by him to make a sword. It was actually broken into two pieces from the middle.

Hiss!

Then, like rain, the sword suddenly fell and chopped on his neck.

For a moment, the sound of wind blowing suddenly sounded in lingxu's ear, but somehow, the wind was strange and incomparable, with a strong smell of blood.

But before he could figure out why the wind was so strange, his consciousness was completely frozen.

At the last moment of consciousness solidification, he finally understood what the wind with a fishy smell was. It was not the wind, but the sound of blood gushing from his neck when his neck was cut off by a fast sword.

"Why bother..."

Looking at the corpse of lingxu on the ground, Ye Feng sneers coldly. He takes out the body burning water from Yao Wang Jie and pours it on his body. After a few breaths, a generation of heaven level top masters turn into flying ash.

After finishing everything, Ye Feng turns and prepares to leave.

But just after a few steps, he turned back and picked up the broken sword of lingxu.

He wanted to see how Taoist Chong Xu waited for lingxu all night and didn't see him turn back. Then he would react when he saw the broken sword again tomorrow!

After finishing this, Ye Feng steps on the flying sword and shuttles to Huashan Hotel.

He knew that since Yue Zhuoqun has not appeared now, it means that he will not choose to start tonight, or that for Yue Zhuoqun, there are more important things to do now than to kill him.

As for the Revenge of shangqingmen, to get rid of Chongxu, it is not in the scope of Ye Feng's consideration. And now he doesn't know where Chongxu and shangqingmen are hiding.

Soon, Ye Feng returned to the hotel.

Just returned to the room, not waiting to wash away the smell of blood, outside the door rang a knock.

Ye Feng opened the door and found that Jiang Yixue was standing at the door. After seeing him, Jiang Yixue firmly said: "Ye Feng, I want to participate in guwu Dabi!"