Ye Feng and the old weasel divided the work and cooperated.
That old guy was in charge of dealing with those people.
He then came to kill these two Martial Emperor-level experts.
One of them, a bald, short, and stout man holding a cane, was an elder of the ancient Egyptian martial arts alliance.
Beside him stood a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, a venomous snake coiled around his arm.
This person was ranked eighteenth among the forty great bandits of ancient Egypt.
Both men looked at Ye Feng with fear in their eyes, knowing full well that this kid was not to be trifled with.
Ye Feng stood in the middle of the field and sneered.
"As expected, your ancient Egyptian martial arts community has colluded with the Forty Bandits, working together in the same boat."
Previously, Huang Chenglin had sent him pictures of some of the top martial arts masters in ancient Egypt, each with a brief introduction.
Ye Feng has an amazing memory; he can remember everything he sees.
Therefore, it can be recognized at a glance.
"The elder of the ancient Egyptian alliance gritted his teeth and said."
"So what if it is?"
"Ye Feng, this is where you will die."
Therefore, the ancient Egyptian martial arts alliance cannot escape responsibility for the two previous assassination attempts.
Ye Feng scoffed dismissively.
"The two of you are not worthy to speak to me like that."
“You have tried every means to kill me, so today I will kill you as an example to warn others.”
Suddenly, a series of sharp gusts of wind came from behind.
"Oh, then what about me?"
In mid-air, two enormous, bloodthirsty bats appeared, their black wings stretching out to over ten meters long.
Under the light, it gleamed with a cold, sharp light, as if cast from refined iron, as sharp as a steel knife.
Wherever it went, it leveled several buildings and cut down several utility poles, leaving them as fragile as straws.
These are the two dukes of the William family of the Eagle Kingdom, whose strength surpasses that of a first-rank Martial Emperor.
The bloodthirsty bats roared and howled, sending chills down one's spine.
Sudden.
A cold wind blew from behind, carrying the faint wails of vengeful ghosts, mixed with a strange thumping sound.
A bald monk in tattered robes strode over, holding a rattle drum the size of a dough fan.
The eerie drumming sounds just now were from this rattle drum.
Under the dim light of the streetlights, one can vaguely discern that the drumhead is made of human skin, with the crisscrossing skin texture and well-preserved pores still visible.
A bone stick was tied to each end, making a thumping sound as it was turned.
This is the ancestor of the sorcerers of the Elephant Kingdom, old and frail, with almost all the hair on his head falling out.
His teeth had fallen out, revealing bare gums, and his mouth was stretched almost to the back of his ears.
"Hehe, Ye Feng, you've killed so many sorcerers in my Xiang Kingdom, but I can't bear to kill you."
"I will plant a curse within you, making you my puppet..."
puff!
Ye Feng slapped his head so hard it turned into a bloody mist.
"You old coffin-headed coffin maker, you're asking for it!"
But a bizarre scene unfolded: another head suddenly grew from the other person's shoulder.
However, this head looked like a large, bright red tumor.
However, right in the center of his forehead, there was a strange vertical eye that shot out a bloodthirsty red light, freezing Ye Feng in place.
For a moment, Ye Feng remained motionless, as if his pressure points had been struck.
The human skin rattle in the hands of the sorcerer spins, emitting a death-snatching demonic sound that can easily drive people astray and lead them astray.
If it were a peak Martial King expert, they would soon be turned into a puddle of pus.
Even a martial arts master can experience a brief period of unconsciousness, making them vulnerable to being cursed with black magic.
"Why aren't you doing it yet!"
The old master of sorcery transmitted his voice through divine sense, his whole body trembling slightly.
It was obvious that it emitted a strange red light.
Even activating the human skin rattle drum consumed a great deal of his cultivation.
"Let's do it!"
The guy ranked eighteenth among the forty bandits, the small snake wrapped around his arm shot towards Ye Feng like lightning, spitting out a mouthful of venom.
The leader of the Ancient Egyptian Martial Arts Alliance also moved, sweeping his scepter towards Ye Feng.
The raging wind that rose up transformed into a giant mummy skull in mid-air, opening its blood-red maw toward Ye Feng.
Behind them, the two dukes of the William family also spread their wings, as if wielding huge heavenly blades, and slashed fiercely at Ye Feng.
Bang--
Ye Feng suddenly moved, a contemptuous smile curving his lips as if he were looking at a few flies.
"With such trivial skills, you dare to come and embarrass yourself in front of me."
Two cold, sharp beams of lightning suddenly shot from his eyes, containing terrifying sword power, illuminating half the sky and instantly shattering the old sorcerer into pieces, turning him completely into a bloody mist.
Ye Feng turned around again, opened his mouth and spat out a sword aura, pinning the small snake to the wall.
The sword energy transformed into flames, burning the small snake to ashes.
The massive iron hammer, dripping with blood, slammed down, instantly killing the eighteenth-ranked member of the forty bandits who had charged forward first. He was as fragile as an eggshell, utterly vulnerable.
puff--
The elder of the ancient Egyptian martial arts alliance was also killed with a single blow, his body folded into a meat patty from head to toe, with even the bone fragments crushed to dust.
A shocking, deep crater remained, a blood-soaked mess.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng killed two Martial Emperor level 1 experts.
at this time.
The two giant bats, transformed from members of the William family, swung their enormous wings and slashed across the sky.
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