The first round of Fudao competition lasted for a cup of tea, and it ended quickly. There were hundreds of elders who quickly sorted the Fulu, and the martial arts competition over there began.

Ye Feng is almost non-stop, the results of the Fudao match here has not been announced yet, and he is already standing in the ring.

In the first round of ten thousand melee, the two thousand who can hold on to the ring will enter the next round.

If one round goes on, three days and three nights will not end.

Those 8th-Rank disciples saw that there were 9th-Rank immortals around them, and they hurried away. Ye Feng was surrounded by three 8th-Rank and one 9th-Rank, and their strength was basically equal.

The melee is very complicated, and even the 9th rank dare not say that it can win the first round. Once you encounter several people at the same time, you will definitely be passive and be driven out of the ring.

Before the game started, some people formed a small league to suppress the Nine-Rank Heavenly Immortal, and the Ninth-Rank Heavenly Immortal also appeared in an alliance. Only by uniting together can they win the first game.

It is not so easy to win this round based on the strength of one person alone. Ye Feng knows very few people, and the blood dragon peak is only himself, it is impossible to form an alliance at all.

"Junior Brother Ye, why don't we form an alliance with us, so that everyone has a chance."

Han Yi appeared. This time he represented Tianlong Peak to participate in the competition, and brought three young girls over to form an alliance with Ye Feng.

"Senior Sister, did you make a mistake, you want to form an alliance with a seventh-rank, isn't this holding us back?"

The other three were unwilling, and Ye Feng's realm only broke through.

"Don't underestimate Junior Brother Ye, even though he is a seventh-rank god, his strength is extraordinary."

Han Yi quickly explained that Ye Feng's speed is almost unbeatable, and if he assisted, the odds of winning would definitely increase greatly.

"Forget it, if Senior Sister insists on forming an alliance with him, then the three of us can only find others."

The three obviously didn't buy Han Yi's account. They were all disciples of Tianlong Peak, and their usual relationship was normal. It was only about the face of Tianlong Peak that they all came together.

Once you think the alliance is not strong enough, you can also invite others. This is personal freedom.

Han Yi's face was embarrassed. If she was asked to give up Ye Feng, she would definitely feel sorry for her. She gritted her teeth and decided to form an alliance with Ye Feng.

"Since you don't want to join the alliance, I won't force it, so please do it yourself."

Han Yi showed a sharp side. Since the last time the incident was over, Han Yi has introspected a lot. He is no longer procrastinating, and this makes both parties feel uncomfortable.

"Hmph, just because you two want to advance!"

The trio's complexion suddenly became gloomy, and immediately left here, looking for a new companion.

"Why are you, you can form a small alliance with them."

Ye Feng smiled bitterly. The three who left just now were all 9th-Rank Celestial Immortals. If the four were formed together, the chance of success would be very high.

"I only do what I want to do!"

Han Yi didn't want to explain anything, because she believed in Ye Feng's strength because they had no vision.

"Your choice is right!"

Ye Feng smiled, admiring Han Yi's gaze very much.

The game started instantly, and the three eighth-rank gods around Ye Feng attacked Ye Feng together. They were already prepared and suddenly attacked.

"Humph!"

Ye Feng snorted coldly, and he had noticed the three of them a long time ago.

Without using the Sword of Slaughter, Ye Feng displayed the five-element handprints, countless palm prints appeared, and the three of them flew out without warning.

Breaking through to the eighth-rank Tianxian, now slaughtering the eighth-rank is as simple as killing a dog, with almost no immortal fluctuations, and Ye Feng swept the three directly away by relying on his flesh.

"Boom boom!"

Ye Feng's speed was incredibly fast. One person slapped a face and flew out directly. He flew more than ten meters away, and hit the ground fiercely, and there was an intimate contact.

The Xuelong Peak master sitting far away showed a strange smile, and he was very satisfied with Ye Feng's methods.

Han Yi confronted another Ninth-Rank. Among ordinary disciples, Han Yi was in the middle and upper reaches of strength, and was more than enough to deal with one person. The other party was obviously also organized. Soon a companion came and the two attacked Han Yi alone.

However, in one round, Han Yi's pressure gradually increased. He had attacked less and defended more. Most of them were evading. The fighting around became more and more intense, and people were thrown off the ring almost all the time.

"Great imprisonment!"

Ye Feng flipped his palm, and the big imprisonment technique appeared, trapping the two directly in place. Han Yi shot, and their bodies were like kites with broken wires. After falling off the ring, they found out that they had lost. White.

The three girls who had just walked over with Han Yi hadn't gone far yet, and had been paying attention to this side, wanting to see how Han Yi was thrown off the ring.

This sudden action made the three of them also show shock, because at this time the three of them were suppressed by five people.

Regret is no longer useful, the three of them were quickly kicked off the ring, and the nine products were also beaten down.

Seeing Han Yi still on the stage, the three of them showed vicious expressions on their faces, standing on the edge of the ring, and they lingered to leave, wanting to see how Han Yi was beaten off the ring.

But after waiting for a full cup of tea, Ye Feng and Han Yi were still safe.

It seems that everyone has seen Ye Feng's strength. With one shot, they shook the two Ninth-Ranks. They didn't dare to get close and could only choose other opponents.

The number of people is declining rapidly, it is hard to see the eighth rank, most of them are fighting at the ninth rank, and there are only two thousand places, and the intensity can be imagined.

Since the eighth rank has been lost, and the small alliances have been defeated, most of the remaining are a team of a dozen people, very large, it is not so easy to defeat.

Ye Feng and Han Yi were quickly surrounded by a group of seven people, five of the ninth rank, and two of the eighth rank. They were the disciples of Qilongfeng.

Just now Ye Feng fell from the void, and the person riding Longfeng laughed the most happily. Those few people were in this team.

"Boy, go on obediently, don't force us to throw you two down."

A man laughed unscrupulously, as if seeing Ye Feng being thrown down.

"Zhang Fang, let's not know who is the one who will kill you, let us go down and show our ability."

Han Yi was full of fighting spirit and was stimulated by Ye Feng. Her strength was at its peak, and she was probably about to step into a fairyland with one foot.

The man I mentioned earlier was Zhang Fang. When Ye Feng fell down, he took the lead and laughed and uttered words to attack Ye Feng again and again, which was absolutely horrible.

"It's a joke, of the seven of us, there are only two of you. I know that Han Yi's strength has increased recently, but if you want to compete with us for a position, don't make trouble."

The seven immediately formed an encirclement, trapping Ye Feng and Han Yi in place.

"Senior Sister Han, you missed a murder in the ring, how will the sect deal with it?"

Ye Feng asked Han Yi with a wicked smile on his mouth.

"If it is an accidental killing, of course the sect will not care, unless it is intentional."

"Understood, my long sword has always been indifferent, and it happens that I can practice my hand now, so I can run it in earlier."

Ye Feng drew out the sword of killing, an endless murderous aura appeared, and the temperature around him dropped a lot.

The moment Ye Feng drew out the sword of killing, the blood dragon peak master in the distance narrowed his eyes. This strong killing aura seemed to be more pure than the killing will he had understood.

"Boy, if you are looking for death, then you can't blame us."

How can Zhang Fang fail to see that Ye Feng's murderous intentions are exactly what they wanted. Today, in front of the entire sect disciple, he killed the novice disciple of the sect master, telling everyone that the sect master also misunderstood time.

"Stop talking nonsense, take it!"

Ye Feng knocked on the long sword and let out a crisp dragon chant.

"Everyone go!"

Zhang Fang screamed, and the seven people shot together, all kinds of swords, lights, and shadows. It seemed that these seven people wanted to put Ye Feng to death.

The situation here immediately attracted the attention of the entire sect, and they turned their eyes to see what happened.

The sect master Zhuang Chengyang has not spoken. He has said that if Ye Feng cannot reach the fairyland, he is not qualified to receive his guidance.

"This kid is really a troublemaker."

Zhu Xiuyuan in the distance showed a wry smile. No one knew Ye Feng better than him. The Fu Dao Da Bi a few months ago, everyone has rumored that Ye Feng was trained by the sect master from childhood, but he pushed it out during Da Bi.

Only Zhu Xiuyuan knew that Ye Feng had nothing to do with the sect master. He had won the imperial sect based solely on his talent.

The fierce murderous aura rushed towards Ye Feng. The pressure of the seven was basically on Ye Feng's side, and there was nothing about Han Yi.

Ye Feng had a panoramic view of their motives, the Sword of Slaughter swept across, the Great Origin Art appeared, and the attack of the seven was gently resolved by Ye Feng's sword.

Integrating the Seven Slayers of Heaven into the swordsmanship, the power suddenly increased, and the eighth rank realm was instantly revealed.

Many people who knew Ye Feng were shocked.

Two months ago, Ye Feng was no more than a third-ranked heavenly immortal. In the past two months or so, Ye Feng actually reached an eighth-ranked heavenly immortal. Does this kid eat the elixir every day?

Even if he eats the elixir every day, it is impossible to break through to the eighth rank Tianxian in such a short time. This is incredible.

The same is true for Han Yi. When she met Ye Feng, she was only a sixth-rank Tianxian. It has only been a month since Ye Feng was promoted to two levels in a row, which is incredible.

Only Zhuang Chengyang, with a natural expression on his face, seemed to have guessed it a long time ago.

A terrible aura radiated from Ye Feng's body. It was the aura of killing, which had already surpassed the 8-Rank realm after fusing the Seven Heaven-Slaying Forms.

"laugh!"

A ray of sword light flickered, and then a canopy of blood sprayed out.

"what!"

Before he could scream, a man fell to the ground, with a thin wound on his neck, his throat sealed by Ye Feng with a sword.

"Sorry, I missed!"

Ye Feng made a helpless move, saying that he had missed, instead of deliberately killing someone.

The other six people gritted their teeth, Ye Feng was able to retract the sword, but deliberately beheaded one person, because the man mocked him just now.

"What are you hesitating about, revenge for Junior Brother He."

Seeing the other five people in a daze, Zhang Fang let out a roar, and the remaining five people rushed forward.