Evil Master and Disciple

Men can’t say no.

How could Lu Hanya possibly say that he was not capable in front of such a beauty?

Lu Hanya didn't say anything at this moment.

Men like him never talk at critical moments, but demonstrate their strength through practical actions.

Lu Hanya let out a sharp roar, and suddenly released a monstrous demonic energy. The demonic energy flowed madly into the skeleton formation through the blood-dripping bone treasure in his hand.

The number of skulls is not increasing, but decreasing rapidly.

The skeleton formation originally consisted of at least 150,000 to 160,000 skulls. In a blink of an eye, the number of skulls was reduced by more than half, and the entire skeleton formation was shrunk by nearly half.

What is concentrated is the essence.

The Skeleton Array is huge in size and its defense is relatively dispersed.

Compressing the skeleton formation smaller can actually unleash a stronger defensive force.

But there was one thing Lu Hanya forgot.

Although the Skeleton Formation's defense is not weak, its real strength lies not in defense but in offense.

Even a smart person like Lu Hanya fell into a misunderstanding tonight.

He just wanted to delay for a while and wait for his companions in the capital to arrive so that he could resolve the crisis, so he chose to defend with all his strength.

In fact, he should have attacked.

The powerful sword intent swept across the world, and countless tiny rays of light kept flashing in the space.

These are all spatial cracks that appear when mysterious forces cut through space.

Ye Feng took a deep breath and continued to gather strength.

The purple-green sword in his hand shone brightly.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, Ye Feng's gaze fixed.

The violent wind between heaven and earth suddenly disappeared. Like a giant whale swallowing water, the terrifying power of sword intent rushed towards Ye Feng and the divine sword in his hand, which was emitting a dark green glow.

"A heavy sword cannot... penetrate golden armor!"

"Whispering in the ear... is the most touching!"

"Break it for me!"

Ye Feng slashed down in the air with a sword.

A dark green sword shadow shot out from the purple-green divine sword.

Ye Feng could clearly feel that at this moment, most of his mental power and spiritual power were drained away along with the sword shadow.

Although the spiritual power of this move was mainly borrowed from the power inside the Purple Lightning and Green Frost.

However, the mental and spiritual power that was lost was his own.

In just a moment, a strong feeling of fatigue immediately spread throughout his body, and that familiar feeling of sleepiness eroded his body.

He relied on his strong willpower to try to keep himself sane.

The gray sword shadow turned into colorful colors the moment it left the Purple-Green Divine Sword.

Those brilliant and colorful colors were emitted by the shattered fragments of space.

A young man who hadn't even reached the Guiyuan realm swung his sword and actually tore the space apart.

The huge sword shadow, carrying endless space fragments, tore a space crack in the sky.

The shining light is just like the name of this sword.

breaking Dawn.

This sword was like the moment of dawn, thousands of rays of light tore through the darkness and brought light back to the world.

The huge colorful sword shadow slashed fiercely at the terrifying skeleton formation.

boom!

A loud bang exploded in the air.

The huge skeleton formation was actually cut into two pieces by the colorful sword shadows.

Countless skulls instantly vaporized at dawn.

Seeing that the skeleton formation was vulnerable to Ye Feng's sword, Lu Hanya held the bleeding bone and flew up against the sky.

The blood-dripping bone glowed red and hit the colorful sword that was coming towards it fiercely.

As soon as they made contact, Lu Hanya felt an unprecedented terrifying force sweeping over him.

He thought that his cultivation was very high and he could fight even against masters at the celestial realm.

However, when he faced the power of this sword, he felt for the first time in his life that he was as weak as an ant.

He now finally understood why Zuo Muqiu vomited three pounds of blood after being hit by Ye Feng's sword.

The power of this sword was far beyond Lu Hanya's imagination.

Although Lu Hanya tried his best, he was still blown away by the powerful force the moment of contact.

The qi and blood in the body surged violently.

His choice was different from Zuo Muchu's original choice.

Zuo Muqiu was very concerned about his reputation. Faced with the surging blood and energy in his body, he chose to suppress it forcibly, and endured the powerful recoil force without taking a single step back.

This practice will cause greater harm to oneself.

However, Lu Hanya did not suppress it forcibly, but flew backwards, using the rapid retreat to unload a large amount of recoil force, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Ye Feng held the magic sword in his hand and looked breathlessly at Lu Hanya who was sent flying by his sword.

He muttered in his heart, "Ancestor... this sword that Ancestor created is really fucking powerful! But it consumes too much mental energy!"

Many people saw this scene.

In addition to these young disciples of good and evil who appeared in public, there were many people who witnessed this scene in secret.

For example, Su Xiaoli, who had just arrived nearby and was ready to help at any time.

For example, the three people, Blood Crane, Blood Swan and Blood Eagle, who secretly protected Ye Feng and others.

For example, Guo Wei and Shen Fuyao, who had been following secretly from the capital and had been watching the show for a long time.

For example, Master Yun Yi who is thousands of miles away.

These senior masters were all stunned by the power of Ye Feng's sword.

Guo Wei rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

what's the situation?

How could his own naughty son be so powerful?

The other party is the Ghost Young Master Lu Hanya, who has been practicing at the peak of the Divine Silence realm for at least twenty to thirty years, and most of his body has squeezed into the Heavenly Man realm.

My son is only sixteen years old.

How is it possible that the Ghost Master Lu Hanya could be struck to the point of vomiting blood with just one sword strike?

Su Xiaoli was secretly looking at Ye Feng in the sky while stroking Sanzhier in her arms.

She was least surprised by the power of Ye Feng's Dawn Breaking move.

Because she had experienced it many years ago.

Suddenly, Su Xiaoli turned her head slightly, and her clear pupils instantly turned pure white, looking a little scary.

She slowly looked around with her pure white eyes and murmured, "It's really lively around here, there are so many masters hiding here."

She is a nine-tailed celestial fox that has lived for ten thousand years, and her cultivation level is comparable to that of a human cultivator.

Soon Su Xiaoli discovered that there were several auras of masters hiding nearby.

However, Su Xiaoli did not alarm these masters. He just swept those people with his powerful divine sense, and then retracted the divine sense.

At the same time, the atmosphere in Master Yun Yi's study was a little weird.

Master Yun Yi and Fu Tu were watching the live broadcast through Xue Hu's spiritual sound mirror.

The two of them saw Ye Feng's sword strike clearly.

After a while, Yun Yishang said, "Poxiao, you are indeed domineering."

Fu Tu nodded gently and said, "I have lived for so many years, but this is the first time I have seen such powerful fighting power in a sixteen-year-old disciple."

Master Yun Yi glanced at Fu Tu and said, "Fu Tu, do you think Jing Hong can withstand Feng Er's sword?"

Fu Tu thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Although Jing Hong is the number one young expert on the Feng Yun Ranking, his cultivation level is not much higher than that of Ghost Young Master. Facing Ye Feng's Dawn Breaking Move, Jing Hong is probably unable to withstand it."

Master Yun Yi hummed and said, "Feng'er is only sixteen years old, and Jinghong is already ninety years old. If Feng'er reaches ninety, I'm afraid there will be no one in the world who can withstand his sword."

(I'm back. I lost all three of the three Dragon Boat Races during the Dragon Boat Festival. It was terrible. I didn't get any titles. I'm sorry to disappoint you all. Starting tomorrow, I'll resume updating 3 chapters a day, 1 chapter during the day and 2 chapters at night!)