Chapter 1168

Since the name of the purple electric sword is Zidian, it is not only as fast as a purple lightning, but with the blessing of the array, it gathers the spiritual power of the yuan Qi stone, the energy of the sword array and the internal force of Yue Zhuo Qun into a purple electric light arrow, which shoots at Ye Feng.

Yue Zhuo Qun's face became ferocious. Hey, you're dead now. Even if you hide fast, you'll die.

No one can go faster than light.

However, his intention has long been seen through by Ye Feng.

He knew that the purple electric sword would surely emit purple lightning.

Not only the purple electric sword can release lightning, but the flying sword mixed with thunder essence stone can also emit lightning.

The purple electric sword relies on the aura energy in the purple yuan Qi stone to release lightning through the array, while Ye Feng's flying sword contains the energy of thunder essence stone. With Ye Feng's mana, the final effect is the same.

Ye Feng's eyes had seen clearly the trace of the purple light moving in the body of the sword. Seeing all the purple light rushing to the tip of the sword, he felt that the temperature there was getting higher and higher, and there was even an uncomfortable burning feeling.

If you can't release purple lightning, it's just a watch.

When the purple sword releases lightning, Ye Feng has already turned around and flashed the purple light.

Ye Feng has figured out the full power of purple electricity, and his curiosity about it has disappeared.

A move full of wind and rain, the sky suddenly flashed a little dazzling sword light, like a storm, rushed to Yue Zhuoqun.

Yuezhuoqun also immersed in the lightning just launched, was Ye Feng leisurely hide after the shock.

When he found that the light of the sword was all over him, his face was pale with fear, and he raised his sword to block it, but it was too late.

The blood gushed out like a fountain at the broken wrist.

Ye Feng also left an eye, and did not put the flying sword, but holding the handle of the sword, a sword will Yue Zhuoqun's right hand to cut down.

He has to face four masters in turn. It's not the time to put on a killer's mace. He wants to learn from Yue Zhuoqun and hide his most dangerous move and use it in the end.

When Yue Zhuoqun's right hand was cut off, there was an uproar.

All this happened too fast. One second before, Yue Zhuoqun pressed Ye Feng and set off lightning, which completely overwhelmed Ye Feng. Who thought, the next second, his right hand was cut off, and the blood gushed.

"Save the Lord."

Zhao Yizhi led several disciples to rush to protect Yue Zhuoqun. They were worried that Ye Feng would kill Yue Zhuoqun again. Ye Feng did not want to kill Yue Zhuoqun. After cutting his hand, he withdrew his sword.

There is no blood on the jade like sword.

Yue Zhuoqun was anxious and angry. With heartache, he rolled his eyes and fell back.

Seeing Yue Zhuoqun's hand cut off, Taoist priest Chongxu and Zen master Zhikong look at each other. They are shocked and a little surprised. It's Ye Feng's move that they don't understand. They are glad that Yue Zhuoqun has lost the opportunity to seize the unity pill, and they both have a chance.

Mr. Mo DA and Du Zhong were indifferent. They had already guessed the result. At the beginning, they were still worried about Ye Feng. They also saw that the sword in Yue Zhuoqun's hand was a little strange.

The purple yuan Qi stone on that sword is the key, not just an ornament. But when the purple electric sword shoots lightning and purple light, the two people are even more anxious. If they were standing opposite Yue Zhuoqun at that time, no one could escape.

But when Ye Feng calmly flashed the purple lightning, they looked at each other and showed a tacit smile. The boy actually understood everything. Yue Zhuoqun was sure to lose.

Sure enough, Yue Zhuoqun shed blood on the field.

The disciples of the moving flower palace, LAN ling'er, Jiang Yuxin and Jiang Yixue, have been hanging in their hearts all the time. They don't understand that Ye Feng's skill is so strong that he can kill Tian level masters in seconds. How could Yue Zhuoqun keep beating them.

So much more powerful than heaven level masters? Beyond his ability?

In particular, when the purple electric sword flashed out dazzling lightning, all the disciples of the flower moving palace were frightened and yelled. Jiang Yixue almost covered his face and dared not look. He thought that Ye Feng would be more or less unlucky. He did not expect Ye Feng to calmly hide in the past.

They cheered happily again, and a bigger surprise appeared again. Ye Feng broke Yue Zhuoqun's right hand with a sword. After everyone screamed, they cheered together.

"The Lord is mighty."

"I knew brother ye could win."

"Brother ye, come on."

Nie Qingwu is also quietly worried about Ye Feng. Her face changes several times. Until Ye Feng wins, she pats her chest and shows a gratifying smile.

Many disciples of Taiyi sect have a look of hatred. They don't believe that their master will be defeated suddenly. Some people keep talking in a low voice: "he uses magic. At the last moment, the master seems to be hit by his magic. He is stunned, and then he cuts off his right hand with a sword."

"Yes, he must have used some kind of abusive means. It was clearly the master who oppressed him."

"He's sure..."

"Ye Fengsheng, from the flower moving palace, will continue to be the challenger and the next challenger, Mr. Mo Da," announced Lu Chang reluctantlyInfluenced by Yue Zhuoqun's failure in the challenge and the failure of a strong man, fangcunshan's disciples looked nervous.

Mr. Mo Er laughed at the elder brother: "brother, it's not important to win or lose, just be careful."

My granddaughter, Mo Lingshan, also pulled the clothes of his grandfather, Mr. Mo Da: "grandfather, I believe you can win. Teach him a lesson for me."

Mo Lingshan made a face at the challenge arena. Ye Feng raised her eyebrows and glared at her. The girl was still so arrogant.

Duzhong stood on the periphery of the field, the closest to Ye Feng, he called out to Ye Feng: "come on."

Mr. Mo Da wore a long robe of silk Confucian robes, and made his way to the arena with a big stride. His white beard fluttered in the wind, and his robe was also hunting in the mountain wind.

Although Mr. Mo DA has white hair and beard, his face is ruddy, and he is tall and tall. He stands there like a hill.

"Mr. Mo Da looks good."

Mr. Mo Da tied the bottom of his robe around his waist, got ready, clasped his hands and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Lord Ye defeated Yue Zhuoqun. Master Ye's skill is hard to understand. The sword moves you use are not from the Huagong palace. I don't know what school you are from?"

A sly smile flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. He didn't want to tell the truth of Yanyu sword technique.

"You mean my sword? That's what I learned from the cave by accident. It's children's fighting moves. I learned two moves to play. I didn't expect that the more I learned, the more I liked it, I learned to use it. "

"It's funny to say that I was playing with Lord Yue, and no one would be hurt. Unexpectedly, Lord Yue quietly let me a flash of lightning, which scared me to cut off his hand. He forced me, and I didn't want to. "

"Master Ye is really a genius. He can cut off the hand of the head of Taiyi sect. Let me show you how to fight with children."