Qiankun Gourd

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth rose slightly, and the blue sword in front of him spun around, brushing against the edge of the small hammer and flying straight towards the chest of the big man in black robe.

"ah...?"

The speed of the blue sword was too fast. The man in black robe only felt a blue light flying towards him. He couldn't help but screamed. The next moment, he heard a "puff" sound, and a sharp pain came from his chest, and blood spurted out.

"ah...!"

The screams were heard, and the black-robed man's eyes widened, and he covered his chest with his hands in disbelief.

“How is it possible…!”

A mouthful of blood spurted out. The big man in black robe had never expected that an early stage Jinhua cultivator could be so powerful and instantly kill him, a middle stage Jinhua cultivator. He looked at Ye Feng unwillingly and his body fell rapidly downwards.

After a while, he lost consciousness and his Nascent Soul flew out. However, before the Nascent Soul could react, it was burned to ashes by a fireball flying from a distance.

It sounds troublesome to kill the big man in black robe, but it only takes a blink of an eye. Ye Feng ignored him and turned around to kill another purple-robed monk.

The purple-robed monk was pierced through the back by a sword before he could react. He screamed and died on the spot. After his Nascent Soul flew out, he saw Ye Feng's figure.

"How come he is a cultivator in the early stage of transformation..."

Seeing that the one who killed him was a cultivator in the early stage of Jinhua, Yuanying was stunned for a moment. Just when he came to his senses and wanted to escape, it was too late. He was instantly engulfed by a ball of green flame and turned into ashes.

Ye Feng was killing frantically, and in an instant more than a dozen black-robed and purple-robed monks in the God Transformation Stage died in his hands.

High in the sky, an old man in a black robe in the Void Refinement Stage noticed Ye Feng's presence.

"What's wrong with this kid? He is only at the initial stage of the Spiritualization Realm, but he actually killed so many of our disciples at the middle and late stages of the Spiritualization Realm!"

"I'll go meet him!"

When the gray-robed old man thought of this, he made a hand gesture and a big black hand flew out from behind him. The big black hand grabbed Ye Feng without any hesitation.

Ye Feng was killing a female monk in a black dress at this time. When he saw the big hand coming, he smiled coldly and disappeared on the spot in a flash.

"So fast! How could he be so fast? I didn't even see him!"

When the old man in black robe saw Ye Feng disappear in an instant, his brows furrowed and he felt something was wrong.

At this moment, a white figure appeared behind him.

"Are you looking for me?"

The white figure was none other than Ye Feng. Ye Feng's magic power at this moment was comparable to that of a cultivator in the middle stage of the fusion realm. If he had the help of thunder-attributed skills, he could be comparable to a cultivator in the late stage of the fusion realm. He was just a small cultivator in the early stage of the refining void realm and could not see Ye Feng's shadow at all.

The old man in black robe was startled when he heard this, and subconsciously, he flew backwards in a hurry.

"Humph! You still have some skills, what a pity!"

Ye Feng smiled coldly, and the blue sword flashed, tearing through the air, and with a whoosh it arrived in front of the black-robed ancestor.

The old man in black robes saw this and shouted, "Not good!"

He mobilized the magic power in his body and wanted to activate the protective shield, but before he could react, the blue sword pierced through his neck, and a bloody hole instantly appeared on his neck, and blood spurted out.

The intense pain made the old man in black robe scream, and he involuntarily hugged his neck with his hands.

"You...you are not a cultivator in the early stage of transformation..."

"Humph! You know it too late!"

Ye Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a ball of green flame shot out from his hand, instantly engulfing the entire body of the black-robed old man. The black-robed old man's Nascent Soul and physical body were burned to ashes.

This scene was so fast that no one saw it at all. A cultivator in the early stage of the Void Refinement Realm disappeared without a trace.

Not far away, a young man in purple robe was controlling a giant blade and slashing indiscriminately.

"Is there no one left in Lin Fengcheng? Sending some casual cultivators to act as shields is ridiculous!"

The purple-robed young man said with some sarcasm.

“Brother Jiao Tong! It’s not that Lin Fengcheng is empty-handed, it’s just that your strength is too strong. Although you are only at the peak of the initial stage of the Void Refining Realm, you already have the strength of the middle stage of the Void Refining Realm.”

A young man in black robe landed in front of the young man in purple robe and praised.

"Haha! It turns out to be Brother Long Qing! Thank you for the compliment, Brother Long Qing!"

The young man in purple robe smiled slightly when he saw the young man in black robe.

"My two Taoist friends, you are so powerful, how about I send you off!"

Ye Feng was very displeased to see the two being so arrogant, so he flew in front of them.

"Huh? A cultivator in the early stage of the Spiritualization Realm dares to be so presumptuous. He is really courting death!"

When the purple-robed young man saw that Ye Feng was only at the initial stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, he smiled coldly and controlled the giant blade to chop down at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng smiled lightly, pointed his finger, and the small blue sword flew out, knocking the giant blade away with a clang.

"Ok?"

The young man in black robe was shocked when he saw this scene. It seemed that this man was only at the initial stage of Spirit Transformation, but how could he be so strong? Could it be that he was hiding his cultivation level?

The young man in black robe was a smart man and he noticed something was wrong at first glance.

But the young man in purple robe thought that the other party was just lucky, so he waved his hand, and the giant blade flashed, and instantly turned into dozens of feet long.

"die!"

The giant blade slashed towards Ye Feng again.

But at this moment, the small blue sword inexplicably appeared between his eyebrows.

"You are the one who died!"

Ye Feng's mind moved slightly, and the small blue sword pierced into the purple-robed young man's head with a "swish". The purple-robed young man screamed and died on the spot.

A little man inside the purple-robed young man's body flew out in panic and tried to escape, but was swallowed by a little black dog.

"what?"

The young man in black robe had now confirmed his guess that the man in front of him must have hidden his cultivation level, so he turned around and ran away!

"You can't escape!"

Ye Feng smiled coldly, and the blue sword flashed and rushed towards the young man in black robe. The young man in black robe hurriedly recited the magic formula in his mouth, and his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

"Huh? This kid actually has a teleportation flag too!"

"never mind!"

Ye Feng shook his head helplessly, controlling the blue sword and continuing to kill into the crowd.

All the cultivators from the Tianlong and Jiaochi tribes who encountered Ye Feng died.

It was unknown how much time had passed before two figures suddenly appeared in front of Ye Feng. One of them was the black-robed young man who had just escaped, and the other was a tall middle-aged monk in a purple robe.

"Senior Jiao Wan, Fellow Daoist Jiao Tong died at the hands of this brat!"

The black-robed monk pointed at Ye Feng without any hesitation.

The purple-robed middle-aged monk's face darkened upon hearing this, and he shouted, "You bastard, how dare you kill my disciple!"

The middle-aged cultivator in purple robe had reached the initial stage of fusion, so he did not take Ye Feng seriously at all. He immediately pointed his hand, and a purple electric light shot out from his hand, attacking Ye Feng.

Ye Feng did not dodge, but casually shot out a red electric light. The red electric light collided with the purple electric light, making a spitting sound.

The purple-robed middle-aged monk trembled slightly and was shocked and flew backwards immediately.

"You...you are a cultivator in the fusion stage?"

"Combined stage monk?"

The young man in black robe was shocked when he heard this. Was he being a masochist? He just ran away, why did he come back to provoke a cultivator in the fusion stage? He now wished he could find a place to hide.