Even so, many martial artists turned into a pool of blood in an instant because they were too slow to react.
On the mountain peak diagonally opposite.
The young man carrying the ancient sword spoke to the white-haired old man beside him.
"Hmph, I think Ye Feng is doomed this time."
"No matter how powerful he is, he cannot withstand three Martial Kings."
The white-haired old man's eyes were filled with a chilling light.
Of the three, Qiu Gu had the highest cultivation level.
Therefore, when he makes a move, it is bound to be earth-shattering.
Facing the combined attack of three Martial Kings, Ye Feng showed no fear, his body ablaze with battle fire.
He casually summoned the Xuanyuan Sword, unleashing countless sword energies that blocked the two ancient relics.
Its left arm swung like a giant millstone, bursting into crimson flames, and the roar of the Qilin could be heard.
Finally, it slammed hard onto You Tanzhi's head.
"Let me see how hard your head is."
Bang!
You Tanzhi was thrown back again, making a loud metallic clanging sound.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
After several more punches, You Tanzhi's head was smashed beyond recognition, pitted and uneven, like a soft persimmon that had been stomped on several times.
"You brat, I've mastered the Iron Head Divine Skill..."
Bang!
Ye Feng swung his Qilin Arm, and the wind and clouds changed color.
It was as if a god had swung a heavy hammer and brought it down.
He smashed You Tanzhi to the ground on the spot, creating a deep crater shaped like a human.
If it weren't for the fact that he was spared, Ye Feng would have slapped him to death long ago.
puff!
Nearby, before the Supreme Master of the Seven Killings Hall could even rush over, Ye Feng slapped him into a bloody mist.
The Azure Dragon Sword also broke into several pieces, falling to the ground along with a pile of scrap metal.
Everyone present was shocked.
An eerie silence descended upon the surroundings.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes wide with astonishment.
"Damn it, a martial arts master was killed with a single slap."
"As expected of the Blood Mist Sect Master, he's monstrous."
"In that case, Ye Tianshen's strength may have already reached the peak of Martial King, otherwise he would not have been able to do this at all."
"Terrifying!"
Ye Feng strode toward Qiu Gu, his black robe fluttering in the wind like the beating of war drums.
The phantom of the Qilin roared and howled above his head, spewing out streaks of crimson flames that enveloped his entire body in a ball of fire, making him look like a fire god descending to earth.
The 108,000 slashes that Qiu Gu unleashed were quickly melted away by the crimson flames.
"As the family that protects the island, you condone evil, lead the rebellion, and still have the nerve to seek revenge."
"You should die too."
Ye Feng said indifferently, and then slapped him across the air.
The spiritual energy transformed into a giant millstone hand, stirring up the winds of heaven and pressing down from the sky, casting a shadow of death on the ground and locking onto Qiu Gu.
Qiu Gu was shocked and furious.
But more than anything, my heart was filled with fear.
Since the other party could kill the Supreme Elder of the Seven Killings Hall with a single slap, I am definitely no match for this kid.
Like You Tanzhi, he originally thought Ye Feng was just a martial saint, someone he could manipulate at will.
But unexpectedly, the other party was actually pretending to be weak while actually being strong.
"I suddenly remembered, I still need to go home to see my grandson..."
The old man took off running like a stray dog, tail between his legs, fleeing in panic.
puff!
A giant hand pressed down.
Qiu Gu instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist and exploded in mid-air.
A deep crater, the palm print, was left on the spot, a shocking sight.
This old guy tried to kill him right away; he absolutely cannot be allowed to live.
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