Evil Master and Disciple

Because the protective barrier was as weak as paper under the mysterious and violent aura, several evil cult members, Yun Shuang'er, and Shen Tianqi were forced to continue retreating.

After keeping a certain distance from the two people in the field, everyone felt better.

Yun Shuang'er's clear and beautiful eyes stared at the thin figure in the field.

She seemed to have figured something out.

She said softly, "Cousin, do you still remember the move that Xiaofeng used to defeat Lin Yi in the ring that day?"

"Whisper?" Shen Tianqi said with some doubt.

Yun Shuang'er nodded slowly.

"No, that move isn't that powerful."

"That's because the arena was blocked by a barrier at the time, so the disciples watching the fight around the arena didn't feel the power of this move."

Yun Shuang'er spoke slowly.

Shen Tianqi raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded.

An extremely powerful defensive barrier was set up on the Xingluo Peak Square arena.

The barrier compressed almost all the fighting energy onto the arena to avoid accidentally injuring the disciples watching the fight nearby.

This makes it difficult for spectators to intuitively and accurately feel the fluctuations in energy on the ring.

There is no barrier defense circle in front of me.

So everyone could feel that there seemed to be a ferocious beast inside Ye Feng's body.

Now the beast has awakened from its slumber.

The corners of Ye Feng's clothes and long hair rustled in the strong wind.

His eyes were as calm as water, showing no joy or sadness.

"Blood Prince, be careful!"

Ye Feng drew his sword.

With Xiao Zi's help, the purple-green sword in his hand released a strange purple light.

The enormous power of sword intent and law rushed into Ye Feng's body through the magic sword.

Ye Feng mobilized this power and began to promote Dawn.

In the chaotic space, a tiny, shining light appeared.

This strange light that looked like a sword was like the sharpest blade in the world, and it easily cut through the illusory space.

One way, two ways, three ways...

In the blink of an eye, the dark space was like a dragonfly skimming the water, or like a sudden burst of cold waves, fleeting and dense as a spider web.

Zuo Muchu was not idle either, as he was the one who could feel this power most intuitively.

All the true power in the body was poured into the Thousand Soul Pestle.

The Thousand Soul Pestle immediately burst out with a strange light of black and red.

Looking at the flashes of cold light coming towards him.

Zuo Muqiu shouted: "Break!"

He held the Thousand Soul Pestle high in both hands, and a thick black aura surrounded his entire body.

The disturbing sound of ghosts crying immediately rang out all around.

As the Thousand Soul Pestle chopped down, a thick black light burst out.

Ghosts were struggling in the black light, and skeletons were everywhere. It was obvious that they were the magical skills of the demon cult.

Zuo Muchu originally thought that this move, which condensed all his strength, would be able to sweep away the tiny cold sword beams in the surrounding space.

However, a strange scene happened.

Facing Zuo Muqiu's full-strength attack, those tiny cold rays were not dispersed by the powerful force as imagined, and still rushed towards Zuo Muqiu at an extremely fast speed.

Everyone saw with their own eyes that in the black beam of light released from the dark passage by Zuo Muchu, there were also flashes of cold light.

In just a blink of an eye, Zuo Muqiu's attack collapsed.

"How could this be?"

Zuo Muchu was a little confused.

The other young masters were also confused.

Such a strange scene made these experienced masters open their eyes wide.

It was Saint Lingyin who reacted first, shouting, "That's not sword energy! That's the sword intent that rips through space!"

Lingyin's voice rang out in the dark world.

Everyone heard it.

But people didn't believe it.

Split the space?

How is that possible? Even a master at the Void Transformation Realm might not be able to do it!

How could the sword intent driven by Ye Feng possibly split the space?

The next moment, as if to confirm Saint Lingyin's words, those dense, tiny lights, like rays from another dimension, quickly tore through the eternal darkness.

At this time, everyone finally saw clearly and felt it clearly with their spiritual consciousness and mind power.

Each tiny ray of cold light was not sword energy, but a crack in space.

Although Zuo Muchu's attack was powerful, it was still far from smoothing out the space.

Zuo Muqiu reacted quickly and shouted, "Wanhun Yu!"

Seeing that he couldn't resolve Ye Feng's move, he decisively took defensive measures.

As he cast the spell, endless black air enveloped his body for several feet. In the black air, countless skulls were flying back and forth quickly, piling up like a mountain.

In the empty eye sockets of these skulls, there was a little green will-o'-the-wisp flickering slowly.

These green flames seemed to give each skull new life.

The terrifying sound of ghost cries became more and more intense.

The strong wind around has turned into a gloomy wind.

It makes people feel like they are in the eighteenth level of hell.

The tiny sword light collided with the skeleton formation.

The crackling sounds of explosions, amidst the painful roars of countless ghosts, were as dense as huge firecrackers.

Ye Feng's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly. He said, "Master Xue, I haven't drawn my sword yet! Watch out!"

Ye Feng rose from the ground, and the Purple-Green Divine Sword chopped down from more than ten feet away from Zuo Muchu.

This time it was no longer countless dense tiny streams of light.

Instead, it was a colorful and strange light that directly tore apart.

This time everyone could see clearly that the space was really cut into pieces by Ye Feng's sword. Countless tiny and sharp fragments of space emitted dazzling colorful light under the illumination of the light.

The huge colorful light collided with the skeleton defense formation Wanhunyu set up by Zuo Muqiu.

The colorful strange light instantly tore apart everything in front of him.

A terrifying and surging force suddenly unfolded.

The originally dark space was torn apart by this sword.

The barrier broken by light, the darkness torn apart by dawn.

Although it was at night, everyone felt that this scene was like the first ray of sunlight in the morning illuminating the earth.

The skeleton formation shattered, and thousands of skulls were scattered in all directions.

Zuo Muqiu, who was in the skeleton formation, groaned and clenched his hands tightly around the Thousand Soul Pestle that was emitting scarlet light.

Under the impact of huge force, the body slid backwards quickly.

It slid for about seven or eight feet before it stopped.

Ye Feng fell to the ground.

Looking at the dispersing darkness and the melting skeleton formation, he murmured, "This sword can even break the defense of the Heavenly Secret Lock, so why can't it break your skeleton defense formation?"

Most of the people's eyes were focused on Zuo Muchu.

Zuo Muchu's face was pale at this moment, his arms were shaking slightly, and his throat was moving slowly. It was obvious that this guy was forcibly suppressing the surging blood in his body for the sake of face.

Now, whenever he speaks, blood and essence will definitely spurt out or overflow from his mouth.

The expressions of several young men from the Demon Cult changed slightly.

what's the situation!

Zuo Muqiu actually failed to block Ye Feng’s sword?