"Little Junior Brother, I didn't expect you to find a piece of fairy artifact."

On the way back, Yan Ming couldn't believe that what Ye Feng bought in the Fang Market turned out to be fragments of fairy artifacts.

"You are also not bad, there is a method of inscription soul technique cultivation hidden in this half of the pen, no wonder Ding Xiao wants to **** it from you."

After Ye Feng arranged for Murong Delan, he rushed to the family with Yan Ming. Tancheng was temporarily inconvenient to stay. The first is that the royal family of the Yuan Dynasty is still searching, and the second is that the Fulu Guild will be assessed and tested in half a month. , It's still early, Yan Ming intends to come back first to understand the soul of inscriptions.

Yan Ming's eyes beamed when he heard Ming Soul Shu.

"Then thank you Junior Brother, if it weren't for you, this half of the pen has already been snatched away by Ding Xiao."

The two said as they walked, this three-day trip to Tancheng was thrilling.

"Murderish!"

Ye Feng suddenly stopped, and found murderous aura overflowing not far in front. It seemed that someone was waiting here.

"Junior Brother, what happened?"

Yan Ming immediately became vigilant. Seeing Ye Feng's solemn expression, something must have happened.

"We are in ambush!"

Ye Feng's spiritual consciousness circled around and found that they had fallen into a small encirclement.

"Is it Tianyimen?"

Yan Ming immediately thought that Ding Xiao was stunned by Ye Feng for half of his pen. Later, he moved to rescue the soldiers. Because he could not find Ye Feng's shadow in Tancheng, he had to set up an ambush on the road.

"You are not stupid, it is indeed our heaven!"

As soon as Yan Ming's voice fell, more than a dozen figures came from all directions, surrounding them.

It was Ding Xiao who was talking just now, with a bandage on his arm, his injuries had not yet fully recovered, his face was gloomy, and he approached Ye Feng step by step.

"Ding Xiao, this is our Tang family site, you dare to be wild here!"

Yan Ming had a lot of courage, and the two sides began to argue.

"Kill you, who knew we were here!"

Ding Xiao flicked his fingers and looked indifferent. There was still a long way from the Tang family. Even if they were killed and dealt with cleanly, the Tang family would not be able to trace them.

"What you mean, if we kill you, Tianyimen won't be able to track it down, does that mean?"

Ye Feng's eyes swept across the circle, and a dozen people had a panoramic view, two Shenwu Sixth, six Shenwu Five, and two of them were Shenwu Four Peak Great Perfection.

"Joke, you think you can kill all of us by relying on the two of you. Don't let yourself be overwhelmed. If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, we might show mercy and give you a way out."

Ding Xiao seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. With so many of them, even Shenwu Seventh Layer would be afraid of three points, not to mention two Shenwu Quadruple Ants.

The other Tianyimen disciples all sneered, relying on the two of them to kill all of them, this is undoubtedly a fantasy, a foolish dream.

There were ten people, seven men and three women, one by one with sarcasm and sneers, and the corners of their mouths were sarcasm.

Facing the ridicule and sneer around, Ye Feng and Yan Ming looked at each other, then nodded, as if they had reached a tacit understanding.

"Are you going to fight alone or go together!"

Ye Feng has always had a faint smile on his face. No matter how ridiculed, sneered, and disdainful the other party is, he can't change Ye Feng. He always gives people a spring breeze, but it makes people shiver.

"To deal with you, I still disdain to join forces, you guys go and take off their two heads!"

The two Shenwu Sixth-tier disciples, both in the early stage, with eyes higher than the top, waved to the three people around him and killed Ye Feng. Three people were enough.

The tone was flat, like a master, it seemed to them that Ye Feng was already a corpse.

"Junior, be careful!"

Seeing the three approaching, Yan Ming stepped aside by himself and left the empty space for Ye Feng.

"Craving life and fearing death!"

Watching Yan Ming jump out of the battle circle, the three approaching sneered, thinking that Yan Ming was greedy for life and fear of death, leaving Ye Feng alone to fight.

Yan Ming did not change his expression for the sneers and ridicule of the three, as if he had already thought of it.

"Boy, kneel in front of Lao Tzu, knock your head a few times to the uncle, I will make you die more comfortable!"

After mocking Yan Ming, the three of them sneered and looked at Ye Feng together, completely looking at the dead.

"Noisy!"

With the indifferent voice, Ye Feng had already shot, like a flash of lightning, directly out of the sword, a brilliant sword light cut through the sky, very dazzling.

"Puff puff!"

The three heads flew directly, and the five levels of Shenwu were unable to pose any threat to Ye Feng. Although Ye Feng's realm had not been improved, the Vatican's Death Curse had purified his true essence several times.

Regardless of the use of martial arts, or the speed of body skills, they have all been greatly improved.

Everyone was stunned. Ye Feng's seemingly weakest one actually killed three Tianyimen disciples in this way.

When they came, they were still skeptical of Ding Xiao's words. One palm was broken by someone, and the opponent had at least the strength of Shenwu Sixth Layer.

At this time, after witnessing it with his own eyes, he believed that Ye Feng's strength was completely incompatible with his realm.

"On this point, I dare to be presumptuous in front of me."

Ye Feng's tone was very cold. He looked at the three corpses lying on the ground without even looking straight at the last time.

Sword-drawing is matched with the Heavenly Sword Technique, and its power is getting stronger and stronger. This Heavenly Sword-Sword Technique is made to kill people, coupled with the speed of the magical sword-drawing technique, it can be said that no martial arts can resist Ye Feng's sword.

One sword is enough to kill!

"Looking for death, you dare to kill our Tianyi disciple!"

The other people were furious and surrounded Ye Feng together, no longer mocking, but showing a solemn color. No one of them could see clearly just now.

In addition, Ye Feng's move was very simple, and he hardly made any muddling. When they shot, the Sword of Slaughter had already made a thousand changes, locking every step they could move.

"Joke, I don't kill them, do you wait for you to kill me!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.

The remaining seven looked at each other, stopped staying, and each drew out their weapons. Ye Feng gave them a strong pressure. The two Shenwu Sixth Layers attacked on both sides, which could limit Ye Feng's attack speed.

Seven people shot at the same time, the clouds shattered, the void was torn apart, and seven terrifying waves of air rolled in, enveloping the endless clouds, accompanied by bursts of thunder, with a kind of aura of destroying the sky and the earth.

The seven people joined forces, and they were really worthy of Ye Feng. After a short time, the pressure suddenly increased, and the terrible fluctuating Qi almost lifted Ye Feng away.

The power like a torrent of beasts destroyed the laws above the void, shattered endless white clouds, shattered the backbone of the sky, and the earth began to sink.

Standing on the side, Yan Ming suffocated and felt unable to breathe, but he dared not get too far away, clasping something tightly in his hand.

The combination of seven people is no longer as simple as Shenwu Sixth Layer, comparable to Shenwu Seven Strikes, plus they are all the pride of Tianyimen, and the background is self-evident. The terrible pressure can tear Ye Feng's body at any time.

An extremely dangerous aura enveloped his mind leisurely. If he faced the five Shenwu Five Layers, Ye Feng was completely sure to kill them, but it was not possible now, and there were two Shen Wu Six Layers restrained.

These people obviously intend to kill themselves in one fell swoop, and they will not give themselves a chance to fight back.

"Weng!"

Under the breath of death, Ye Feng's eyebrows suddenly moved, and the eyes of the sky witch broke apart a little bit when Ye Feng was in crisis.

At the moment when the Eye of the Witch opened that day, the sun and the moon surging, deciphering all kinds of secrets, as if reflecting the universe, overflowing with a blazing flame.

At this time, if an ordinary warrior and Ye Feng look at each other, there must be a feeling of heart palpitations as if they are in the abyss, and the soul will sink into it.

At this moment, the things in front of Ye Feng suddenly became extremely slow, and all the rules were stripped in front of Ye Feng.

Everything seems to slow down ten times, whether it is time or law, it is crawling slowly like a snail.

He saw that a grin flashed on Ding Xiao's face, as if he had been killed.

He saw that the six-layer Shenwu man had an arrogant expression on his face, as if all living beings should surrender under his feet.

He saw that the three young girls were full of lewdness in their bodies, and they looked like lewd girls.

He saw...

Everything can be seen through by the eyes of the witch, no matter if it is murderous, vain, or soul, there is nothing to hide.

He saw that Yan Ming, who was not far away, was worried, with a virtual talisman in his hand, ready to release it at any time. Ye Feng was dead, and he didn't need to survive.

He saw that four or five long swords suddenly appeared on the edge of his body, making an unbelievable movement in his body, and the long sword that pierced it slowly moved against Ye Feng's body.

Ye Feng's body shuttled through various martial arts, and every time it was dangerous, the Eye of the Sky Witch seemed to penetrate everything, and Ye Feng's body was just a blink of an eye. Surrounded by seven people, he shot repeatedly.

The Eye of the Sky Witch has a limited time to open, and there is not much time left for Ye Feng. He must fight quickly and use his sword-drawing technique to the extreme.

"Chichi!"

Two disciples of Shenwu Fourth Layer and One Sect were sealed by Ye Feng with a sword. Under the siege of seven, Ye Feng could still kill people calmly.

However, Ye Feng's pressure continued to increase. Two disciples of the Shenwu Fourth Layer and one discipline restricted their performance. The remaining five were the real masters.

There is not much time left for Ye Feng. Once the Eye of the Witch goes back, Ye Feng will even faint.

"kill!"

Ye Feng yelled, his body skills improved to the extreme. Among the five people, he used four or five swords in a row. Relying on the eyes of the sky witch, Ye Feng jumped out of the circle in a tiny crack.

If it weren't for the Eye of the Witch, Ye Feng would never find the weakness of their martial arts, let alone jump out of the circle of war.

But in this way, Ye Feng's chest and back were still cut by the long sword.

The threat of death has not disappeared. Seeing Ye Feng jump out of the battle circle, two Shenwu Sixth Heaven and One disciple, shot at the same time, drowning towards Ye Feng.

"Brother, take it!"

But at this moment, Ye Feng shouted loudly, and Yan Ming, who had been waiting by the side, suddenly appeared, and a yellow glow flew out of his hand.

"boom!"

A huge mushroom cloud appeared, very terrible!