Hu Yanchen felt something was wrong.
Although his sword light seemed violent, with every impact, a strange concussive force was transmitted back through the Nine Nether Sword, making his arm numb slightly.
What shocked him even more was that Ye Feng's blocking seemed casual, but it carried an extremely powerful force.
"Impossible!"
Hu Yanchen roared, and the spiritual power in his body was activated crazily.
The ghost dragon storm rotates faster, and its color becomes darker, almost turning into pure ink black.
The roar of the dragon became even more violent, with the aura of destroying everything, pressing towards Ye Feng again.
Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.
It seems a little boring.
"Enough fun."
He whispered to himself.
The next moment, Ye Feng’s eyes changed.
The previous laziness disappeared, replaced by an extreme indifference.
Buzz——
A slight sword cry sounded.
The blade of the Star Thunder Sword lit up with a faint starlight, and there was a faint flickering arc of electricity.
There is no amazing momentum, but there is an indescribable weight and oppression.
Ye Feng flicked his wrist.
A sword thrust out.
There is nothing fancy about this sword, but its speed is extremely fast.
In the eyes of everyone, only a glimmer of light flashed.
Hi!
There was a sound like cloth being torn.
The violently rotating and extremely solid ghost dragon storm suddenly stagnated like a punctured balloon.
Immediately afterwards, starting from the point where the tip of Ye Feng's sword penetrated, a clear crack spread rapidly.
The dark dragon shadow let out an unwilling cry and shattered inch by inch.
The violent tornado collapsed and disintegrated instantly, turning into black and purple light spots all over the sky and dissipating in the air.
Everything returned to calm.
Hu Yanchen was left standing there blankly, maintaining the posture of attacking.
His eyes were full of horror and confusion.
The [Nine Transformations of Netherworld] that I was so proud of was just... broken?
Been struck by a sword?
So easy?
Ye Feng did not pause.
The moment he broke through [Nine Turns of the Netherworld], his figure took a step forward.
Flip your wrist again.
The second sword.
It is still a simple and direct sword.
The target is the Jiuyou Sword in Hu Yanchen’s hand.
Hu Yanchen recovered from the shock, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously withdrew his sword to block.
At this moment, Ye Feng's sword has arrived.
Click!
Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes.
Ye Feng’s Star Thunder Sword accurately struck the blade of the Nine Nether Sword.
The Jiuyou Sword, which is a low-grade artifact, is like fragile glass.
Broken from the sword body.
"No!"
Hu Yanchen let out a loud roar.
The broken sword tip carried a section of the sword body, spinning and flying into the air, and finally fell to the ground with a "snap", making a dull sound.
Hu Yanchen held the half-cut sword in his hand, his body trembling violently as if struck by lightning.
Poof!
A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining his chest red.
Jiuyou's natal sword was destroyed, and under the influence of his mind, he suffered heavy injuries in an instant.
Deng Deng Deng.
Hu Yanchen took a few steps back, his face as pale as paper, and finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to one knee on the ground.
He looked down at the Jiuyou Sword with only half left in his hand, his eyes empty.
Failed.
Two swords.
The first sword broke his unique skill.
The second sword was to break his divine sword.
Ye Feng put away his sword and stood up. The faint starlight on the Star Thunder Sword disappeared and returned to its simplicity.
The breeze blew, lifting the corners of his clothes.
He looked at Hu Yanchen who was kneeling on the ground, and the smile returned to his face.
At this moment, this smile in everyone’s eyes was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression.
"A low-grade divine sword? It doesn't seem very strong."
Elder Sikong's face was gloomy, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Hu Yanchen, an innate sword body, is the genius of the sect.
Unexpectedly... failed so miserably.
All the disciples seemed to have been cast a restraining spell, staring blankly at the figure in the field.
Is this Ye Feng of Tianji Sect?
"That Ye Feng... isn't he only at the sixth level of foundation building? How could he defeat Hu Yanchen?"
"That's outrageous! Hu Yanchen has an innate sword body! He is invincible at the same level. existence!"
"Am I dazzled? Or is this world too crazy?"
On the high platform, Elder Ziyang of the Weapon Refining Sect, his old eyes were shining brightly at this moment.
He stared intently at the seemingly ordinary long sword in Ye Feng's hand.
Wrong.
Absolutely something is wrong. This sword is absolutely extraordinary.
At that moment, Ye Feng's sword easily cut off Hu Yanchen's Jiuyou Sword.
That is a low-grade artifact.
Elder Ziyang’s heart suddenly twitched, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
The sword in Ye Feng's hand... is at least a top-grade artifact.
Maybe even... the best.
This thought exploded in his mind like thunder.
Elder Ziyang felt that his breathing was a little rapid.
Lu Yuanqing, the leader of Tianji Sect, has a wonderful expression on his face at this moment.
Shocked, ecstatic, unbelievable...
Refining high-grade elixirs.
Refining mid-grade artifacts.
Now, he has surpassed the level and defeated Hu Yanchen, the innate sword body of Wanjian Sect.
How many other secrets does this kid hide?
Lu Yuanqing felt his heart pounding.
The surprise came too suddenly and too violently.
He was already prepared to lose in this competition.
After all, Wanjian Sect has a profound foundation and has many geniuses, and Hu Yanchen is the best among them.
No one seems to be able to compete with the younger generation of Tianji Sect. Ke Ye Feng's unexpected appearance completely disrupted everyone's expectations.
Not only did he win, he also won so cleanly.
Lu Yuanqing’s eyes drifted involuntarily towards Elder Sikong of Wanjian Sect.
Seeing the other party's livid face and eyes that were almost spitting fire.
An indescribable feeling of comfort surged throughout the body like a sweet spring.
Cool.
It’s so cool.
This time, Tianji Sect once again defeated Wanjian Sect in the competition among the younger generation.
Lu Yuanqing felt light and airy all over...
Ling Xuzi, at this moment, seemed to have turned to stone.
He opened his mouth and his eyes widened...
Is this... is this still the Ye Feng he knows?
That "waste" who has been practicing under his disciple for ten years, but his cultivation has always stayed at the first level of Qi training? It seemed that something had opened up, from the second and third levels of Qi training... to the sixth level of foundation building.
That guy who does nothing all day long and seems to be carefree?
When did he change?
Ling Xuzi rubbed his eyes vigorously and pinched his thigh again.
Hiss——
It hurts.
It's not a dream.
The Ye Feng in front of him had a casual figure, a calm aura, and his eyes were still the same.
Where is there still half a shadow of that good-for-nothing...?
Chu Ling’s eyes, which were like autumn water, were also filled with waves at this moment.
Her pretty eyebrows frowned slightly.
The last move Hu Yanchen used, "Nine Turns of the Netherworld", was extremely powerful.
Even she needs to go all out to deal with it.
But Ye Feng actually broke it so lightly.
He even severely wounded Hu Yanchen with a sword.
This result made her feel a little nervous.
Hu Yanchen's failure means that his next opponent is the unfathomable Ye Feng.
She suddenly remembered the look Ye Feng looked at her just now.
Calm and playful.
Also... I can’t explain the meaning.
Why does that look in your eyes feel so weird?
In the field, Ye Feng slowly put away his sword.
Next, it’s time to get down to business.