"court death!"
The sword energy of the Xuanyuan Sword in Ye Feng's hand swept out horizontally, like a bolt of lightning, traversing the sky.
In an instant, it transformed into countless sharp swords, shooting out in all directions.
Wherever it goes, it carries an incomparably powerful and domineering aura, sweeping away everything in its path.
The group's attack was instantly destroyed upon encountering Ye Feng's sword energy.
First, Pharaoh Tumun's curse was broken, and the fire dragon that rushed down from the sky was instantly defeated.
It let out a miserable scream and then disappeared.
The illusory image of Pharaoh Tumon in mid-air was also severed by Ye Feng's sword, and after rippling slightly, it gradually dissipated.
All the illusions before my eyes vanished in an instant.
Pharaoh Tumun screamed in agony as his scepter was snapped in two and sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
Before he could launch his next attack, Ye Feng caught up and slapped him into a bloody mist.
at the same time.
The ancient Indian yoga master, Aisha Rami, mysteriously circled behind Ye Feng, turning his body into a circle with his head and feet connected, attempting to trap Ye Feng inside.
But before she could make a move...
Ye Feng turned around in a flash, grabbed her neck and snapped it, then threw her aside like a dead dog.
puff--
Then, he raised his hand and slapped the dwarf sorcerer from the Elephant Kingdom to death.
The rattle drum in the other person's hand was also smashed to pieces.
"Go to hell!"
Ye Feng let out a long roar and began a killing spree.
The assassins in the arena were no match for him, as easily as chopping vegetables and cutting melons.
The popping sounds continued, like watermelons cracking open.
At the scene, bursts of blood mist exploded, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.
In the blink of an eye, all thirty-odd top assassins were killed.
The entire courtyard was shrouded in a blood-red mist.
This scene looked extremely eerie and sinister.
These killers all had blood on their hands.
They kill anyone for money; they have absolutely no bottom line.
Therefore, Ye Feng felt no psychological pressure whatsoever when it came to killing them.
Mo Jianfeng was so frightened that he turned to run away, but Ye Feng grabbed him from a distance, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up.
"Ah...don't kill me..."
Mo Jianfeng was terrified, his eyes filled with horror, and his legs were kicking wildly in the air.
Ye Feng was too lazy to waste words with him, so he directly pressed his large hand on his head and began to use the Soul Searching Technique.
Just now, when the other party saw these thirty assassins, a strange look flashed in their eyes.
Although it was fleeting, Ye Feng keenly caught it.
His intuition told him that this person must know something.
As expected, the memories in the other party's mind indicated that these people were secretly hired by Yuan Changkong.
In other words, the person who posted the bounty on the dark web was Yuan Changkong.
Yuan Changkong!
The commander-in-chief of the Martial Arts Management Division had been opposing him from the very beginning, sending assassins to kill him one after another.
Do you really think I, Ye Feng, am easy to bully?
A cold glint flashed in Ye Feng's eyes.
This person must die!
In addition, Ye Feng also obtained an important piece of information from the other party's mind.
Three days later.
Yuan Changkong will take a private plane to the neighboring Baide Mansion to celebrate the birthday of Grand Eunuch Wei Tianxian.
At that time, his private plane will pass over Jiangnan Prefecture.
Ye Feng silently memorized the time and place.
At this moment, Mo Jianfeng had also been completely killed, his life extinguished, and he was left to die like a dead dog.
Ye Feng shook his head, looking at the blood mist enveloping the courtyard, and said with considerable disappointment.
"You guys are really too weak."
"Is there no one in this secular world who can be my opponent?"
If these people heard this in the afterlife, they would be so angry they'd come back to life.
But that's the reality.
Since Ye Feng descended the mountain, he has never encountered a true opponent.
I hope you won't let me down.
Ye Feng slowly turned around, looked at He Longyu behind him, and said calmly.
Just now, when Ye Feng was wreaking havoc...
Seeing that the situation was not good, He Longyu decisively withdrew from the battle.
That's how he managed to save his life.
Since He Longyu inherited his master's mantle on the mountain, his cultivation level has entered the ranks of acquired martial artists.
If paired with the Pine Tree Monster, it would be comparable to some peak acquired talents.
Just now, the attack she launched against Ye Feng could have severely injured some peak-stage acquired martial artists.
Unfortunately, before it could even get close to Ye Feng, the pine tree monster's root system collapsed on its own, and it retreated in a panic, just like a mouse encountering a cat.
At this moment, the pine tree monster was hiding behind He Longyu, trembling incessantly, with large swaths of pine needles falling down, clearly terrified.
Unexpectedly, this pine tree monster seemed to understand human nature.
In front of Ye Feng, they didn't dare to have the slightest thought of resistance.
He Longyu had long been in a state of telepathy with the Pine Tree Monster, and could clearly sense the other's emotional changes.
Therefore, she also developed a great fear of Ye Feng.
After all, even a powerful innate expert like Pharaoh Tumon was killed by Ye Feng with a single slap, let alone a mere acquired martial artist like her.
Ye Feng was about to make a move.
He Longyu had already taken off her clothes, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white, voluptuous body with a shapely figure.
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