Chapter 237 I am Cheng Kun



Old man Cheng Kun

Forty-nine Heaven-Slaying Swords were actually devoured by the Crimson Flame Qilin.

It was gone just like that.

The scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned, their jaws dropping in disbelief.

Guo Kunyu crawled out of the ruins in a disheveled state, his hair disheveled, his body covered in blood, gritting his teeth, staring intently at Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng, that's our peak master's Heaven-Slaying Flying Sword! Hand it over immediately!"

"Otherwise, when the Peak Master arrives, he'll make you regret it."

The name of Cheng Kun from Shushan was also on the kill list.

Ye Feng naturally wouldn't let it go, and sneered.

"Let Cheng Kun come over here, I'll kill him along with me, to save myself the trouble."

"If he acts like a coward, then I will storm Mount Shu and kill him with my own hands."

Guo Kunyu wiped the blood from his face and flew into a rage.

"presumptuous!"

"Disciples, heed my command! Form the formation!"

He had already realized that Ye Feng was extraordinary and that he had to deal with him with caution.

"yes!"

A group of Shu Mountain disciples quickly set up a sword formation around him, completely surrounding Ye Feng.

The Shushan Sword Sect is renowned in the ancient martial arts world for its swordsmanship, and every member is a sword cultivator.

His mastery of swordsmanship is extraordinary; he emphasizes controlling the sword with one's inner energy.

From a thousand miles away, he took a man's head.

That's incredibly impressive!

"The Nine-Bend Great Sword Formation of Xuanhuang!"

"kill!"

Streams of flying swords transformed into a long river of sword energy, rushing towards Ye Feng.

Since the Heaven-Slaying Sword has been taken away anyway, I'll face the Peak Master's punishment when I return, so I might as well fight this kid to the death.

"Let's fight him!"

"At worst, we'll fight to the death."

"Let this brat know the power of my Shu Mountain Sword Sect."

"Chop him into mincemeat."

Many disciples of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect were united in their hatred of the enemy, and in their eyes, Ye Feng was already a dead man.

Ye Feng snorted coldly.

"You're not qualified to fight me."

Ye Feng's iron fist swept across the sky, and with one punch, a large area of ​​space collapsed and twisted. The powerful fist produced a series of sonic booms, and then a clanging sound could be heard in mid-air.

The flying swords fell to the ground, twisted and deformed from the impact, or simply broken, no different from a pile of scrap metal.

Puffs of blood mist exploded in mid-air, and the Shu Mountain disciples were killed on the spot.

Since these people want to kill him, he cannot be allowed to live.

A simple and sharp punch shattered their sword formation, without any unnecessary tricks.

puff!

Guo Kun was so shocked that he coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot, staggered back several steps, and his eyes were filled with terror.

That's terrifying.

This young man, on the surface, only showed the aura of a Martial Saint, but he was unfathomable.

Without a second thought, he turned and ran, like a lost dog.

"Go to hell."

Ye Feng raised his hand and waved it, preparing to kill the man.

The other party had once hunted down his birth mother; he must not be allowed to live.

Ye Feng never hesitates to eliminate his enemies completely.

"stop!"

Sudden.

An old, angry voice came from afar.

A terrifying aura, like a raging storm, rolled in from a large mountain opposite, raising clouds of dust.

Above, the clouds churned and surged, and streaks of sword light shot into the sky, their dazzling brilliance seemingly capable of piercing the heavens.

This must be a master from Mount Shu.

Guo Kunyu was overjoyed and stumbled forward.

"My fellow disciples, save me, save me..."

A sword aura swept across from behind, severing Guo Kunyu's head.

Like a bloodstained watermelon, it rolled far away, its eyes wide like copper bells, filled with fear and bewilderment.

He seemed surprised that Ye Feng would actually kill him.

His legs were still running uncontrollably a long way on the ground before he finally collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The blood stained the rocks beneath them red.

A group of experts descended from the sky and surrounded Ye Feng; they were all from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

Everyone carries an ancient sword.

The sword's aura was chilling, soaring straight into the sky.

Leading the group was a withered old man, a fourth-grade Martial King, his long robes fluttering, his eyes fixed intently on Ye Feng like lightning.

Surrounding him were hundreds of experts from Mount Shu, including more than a dozen Martial Kings.

The rest are either at the peak of Martial Saint or Martial Soul Masters.

None of them were friendly; they glared at Ye Feng with murderous intent.

Two beams of light shot out from the withered old man's cloudy eyes.

"Ye Feng, I already told you to stop, but you still dared to kill me."

"You've killed so many people from my Shushan Sword Sect and destroyed the peak master's forty-nine Heaven-Slaying Flying Swords. I think you're tired of living."

Ye Feng's eyes swept over the group of people with lightning speed.

"Which of you is Cheng Kun? Get out here."

A peak Martial Saint jumped out from the side and shouted.

"How dare you! You dare to call the Peak Master by his name so casually? Kneel down right now..."

puff!

Ye Feng raised his hand and slapped him, turning him into a bloody mist, his cold voice ringing out.

"Fine, since you won't talk, then I'll just kill you all, then march up Mount Shu and wipe out Cheng Kun."

After saying that, he raised his hand and killed the few more people who rushed over.

Blood mist billowed from the scene, and muffled thuds echoed one after another.

"What arrogance!"

The withered old man flew into a rage, and the ancient sword behind him was drawn with a clang, its tip pointing directly at Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng, you arrogant brat, how can our Shu Mountain Sword Sect allow you to bully us?"

Whoosh whoosh!

Just then, a large number of experts arrived, surrounding Ye Feng in layers, with tens of thousands of them, a sea of ​​heads as far as the eye could see.

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