Four Hundred and Twentieth Chapters Kill

In the early morning, when the soft morning light poured down through the misty clouds and mist, it awakened this ancient city with a long history.

"Chenfeng, your breath is a little different. Did you have an epiphany from that stone carving?"

When Ye Chenfeng left the stone room to join the crowd, Xue Tianchi in the sixth-level inverse beast king realm, Xue Qinglan felt that the aura emanating from Ye Chenfeng's body had changed slightly, becoming vast and boundless, and asked in surprise.

"The Taoist meaning contained in that stone carving is incomplete, but after one night of comprehension, I still gained something." Ye Chenfeng nodded and said.

Hearing Ye Chenfeng's words, Xue Qinglan, who realized that he had achieved nothing in a hundred years, set off a huge wave in his heart, and the look in Ye Chenfeng's eyes changed greatly.

He didn't know what words to use to describe Ye Chenfeng. He felt that genius and evildoer were not enough to express the real horror of Ye Chenfeng.

And Xue Xinyue, Xue Jinyan and other top geniuses of Misty Mountain were also completely impressed by Ye Chenfeng's talent against the sky, and looked at him with awe and admiration.

"Hey, the strength gap between us is getting bigger and bigger."

Seeing Ye Chenfeng's shocking talent, Ji Qingxue's two daughters sighed softly. They knew that no matter how hard they worked, they would never be able to catch up with Ye Chenfeng's footsteps in this life.

"Chenfeng, your talent is the most terrifying I've ever seen. Maybe you can really control the fate of My Misty Mountain." Xue Tianchi showed a smile of approval and said slowly, his uneasy heart calmed down a little.

"Chenfeng, it depends on your performance today. You must smash the conspiracy of the Western Demon Sect." Xue Piaoling, a tall, elegant and graceful person, walked over slowly and exhorted.

"Don't worry, they will definitely lose." Ye Chenfeng nodded and said confidently.

"Let's go, let's go to the martial arts arena."

After that, Ye Chenfeng and his party left the ancient house in a mighty manner and came to the martial arts arena where the power of luck is extremely strong.

When all the major forces were present and the stands were filled with disciples from various sects, Xue Piaoling immediately arranged for the third round of disciples to draw lots.

Because there are seven people in the third round, one of them is bound to get a bye.

After drawing lots and hiding in the Snake Valley, Mang Feng, who is suspected to be the top genius of the Western Demon Sect, was lucky enough to get a bye and directly advance to the final four competitions.

Ye Chenfeng got the No. 1 lottery, and his opponent was Bing Yuntong, who had understood the music of Bi Shuixian and defeated Xue Xinyue.

Bing Cangshan got the No. 2 lottery, and his opponent was the top genius of the Gan family, Gan Wuxin, who realized the sword stance to the perfect state.

Jian Chen got the No. 3 lottery. His opponent was Bingjihai, who was known as the first genius of the Ice Palace and a first-level inverse beast king.

"Brother Ye, come on, avenge me."

Wearing a white martial arts uniform, her skin was fair and bright, but Xue Xinyue, who was still extremely weak, showed a charming smile, holding her small white fists, and cheering for Ye Chenfeng softly.

"Well, she must die!"

Although Bing Yuntong was extremely beautiful, Ye Chenfeng was never merciless towards the enemy and would not spare her life because of her appearance.

"Yuntong, I'm afraid you are not his opponent. If you really can't do it, just admit defeat."

Seeing Ye Chenfeng's strength and means to easily kill Bing Ziqi, Bing Qingchuan knew that Bing Yuntong was by no means Ye Chenfeng's opponent.

"Elder, I want to try. If Bishuixian Yinqu's strongest blow fails to defeat him, I will immediately admit defeat, and it is not easy for him to kill me." Bing Yuntong is also a proud and arrogant person, and does not want to directly He admitted defeat and said while biting his seductive red lips.

"Okay, be careful." Bing Qingchuan took a deep breath and said, "Anyway, you can't have another accident."

"Um!"

Bing Yuntong nodded, holding a harp made of special materials and reaching the level of a low-grade heavenly artifact, jumped to the competition arena, and looked at Ye Chenfeng opposite.

Looking at the arrogant Ye Chenfeng's eyes, Bing Yuntong's delicate face couldn't help showing a dignified look.

In Ye Chenfeng's eyes, in addition to capturing the sharp edge, she also captured a feeling that the ups and downs of my lord, everything in the world is under his control, and a hint of timidity emerged in her heart.

"Get ready, the game begins."

As soon as Xue Piao Ling's voice fell, Bing Yuntong's ten slender fingers quickly plucked the strings, and a large number of weeping piano sounds accompanied by phantom power bombarded Ye Chenfeng.

Attacked by the blue daffodils music played by Bing Yuntong, a faint sadness flowed in Ye Chenfeng's heart.

But the next moment, Ye Chenfeng's deep eyes appeared criss-crossing phantom lines, shattering all nothingness and illusions, shattering the phantom power full of Bishuixian's music, resisting the sonic attack of thousands of horses. Take a step forward.

"Bang!"

The power of the Spirit Orb in Yongquan Cave exploded, and the powerful force hummed as he stepped on the martial arts platform, breaking the sound of the immortal sound with one foot, which brought great pressure to Bing Yuntong.

Bing Yuntong's complexion changed slightly when he saw Ye Chenfeng's foot breaking the sound waves, the hands that played the qin turned into afterimages, and the sound of the qin piercing the clouds and cracking stones changed. The drums roared in unison, bombarding Ye Chenfeng with the power of despair.

"Bang!"

Feeling that the power of Bishuixian's music had more than tripled, Ye Chenfeng raised his physical strength to five million jins and took the second step.

A powerful force formed under his feet, like dense water ripples, which waved and bombarded the sound waves like a golden iron horse, knocking them up again, and shaking Bing Yuntong's body with blood and qi.

"what……"

Seeing that Ye Chenfeng took two steps and broke the blue daffodils music that the Ice Palace had inherited for tens of thousands of years, Bing Qingchuan's eyes widened in shock, and his eyes were about to fall out.

Bing Yuntong also had a strong shock in his heart. He forcibly suppressed the surging qi and blood in his body, stabilized his mind, and used the biggest killer move of Bishuixian Yinqu.

"Bi Shuixian Music, lore!"

Bing Yuntong injected all of his soul power into the harp, which stimulated the strongest power of the harp. With ten slender fingers, he pulled the slender strings to the extreme, playing a lore sound, and bombarded Ye, who was walking slowly. Morrowind.

"Taiyi Sword Art!"

When the sound of the lore came, Ye Chenfeng showed no mercy, and used the superb celestial skills he learned in Death Valley.

A sword pattern flew out of his body and turned into a powerful Taiyi sword light, which cut all barriers and cut out a long and narrow sword mark in the void, tearing the lore sound of the piano like a thousand miles. He stabbed at Bing Yuntong, whose pupils were shrinking and her face paled, forcing her to dodge hastily.

"The Way of the Sword, he understands the Way of the Sword." Looking at the Taiyi Jianmang that evolved from the Way of the Sword, Bing Qingchuan's face changed greatly, and he quickly shouted: "Stop, I, Binggu, admit defeat."

However, Ye Chenfeng ignored Bing Qingchuan's shouting. He stepped on the phantom and appeared beside Bing Yuntong, who was pale and pale. Five million pounds of force erupted again. her body.

"Bang!"

Bing Yuntong was thrown into the air by Ye Chenfeng, and the rolling force of 5 million kilograms directly shattered her body defense and blasted into her body.

"Do not!"

Bing Yuntong, whose body was out of control, let out a painful wailing. His body couldn't bear the impact of five million kilograms of force.

Strongly killed Bing Yuntong, a large amount of luck power poured into Ye Chenfeng's body crazily, integrating a lot of luck power, the tower of luck floating above Ye Chenfeng's head condensed to three and a half floors, The powerful force of luck constantly washes his body.

And the scene where he powerfully killed Bing Yuntong once again shocked the major forces, causing Jian Chen and Bing Cangshan to have a strong fighting spirit in their eyes.

"Kendo, the ancient city will be more and more interesting today."

The corners of Bing Cangshan's mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a murderous intent that was difficult to detect. He couldn't wait to fight against Ye Chenfeng and kill him with his own hands.