Peerless Martial Soul

Yang Hao looked at him with admiration and said, "Brother Yang Zhong, you know so much."

Yang Zhong laughed: "I am also a martial artist after all. This news has spread throughout Daning City, and many people outside Daning City have also heard about it. If you pay more attention, you will naturally hear about it."

Yang Hao pointed at those people and asked: "So, those powerful people are all from the Yan family?"

Yang Zhong nodded and said, "Yes, if my guess is correct, they should be elders sent by the Yan Family Elders Association to intercept Yan Qingyu's disciples."

Yang Ping sighed, looked into the distance with blank eyes, and said softly: "I don't know what kind of hero that Yan Qingyu's apprentice is, how amazing his talent is, but the Yan family is so guarded against him, sending several gods The strong men from the sect came to intercept."

Yang Zhong said with some jealousy: "It's also possible that the Yan family is making a fuss out of a molehill."

Looking at those people who exuded huge momentum, Yang Hao showed infinite admiration and admiration on his face, and sighed: "When will I be as tyrannical as them!"

"Haha, Yang Hao, you probably don't have much chance of reaching their level. After all, you are only one level at your age, but there is hope for you to go further, as long as you can become a disciple of the Vajra Sect." Yang Zhong said lightly.

Yang Hao asked in surprise: "Is there any way you can let me become a disciple of King Kong?"

"Of course." Yang Zhong patted his chest and said proudly: "Don't forget, I was once a disciple of the outer sect of the Vajra Sect. I still have a few familiar people in the Vajra Sect."

His identity as a former disciple of the Vajra Sect was obviously something he was extremely proud of, and he would talk about it from time to time. In the past five days, Chen Feng had heard him say this countless times. Others also respected his former identity very much. Even Yang Ping's face became gentle when she heard this sentence.

On the other side, Uncle Mute whispered to Chen Feng: "Although the Yan family has to agree to let you participate in this family competition due to pressure from other families and the city lord's palace, this does not mean that they are willing."

In fact, the Yan family had sent experts from that day to wait at various arteries near Daning City. The purpose was to intercept Chen Feng and kill him before he came to Daning City. This would naturally mean nothing. Things have changed.

Uncle Ya pointed at the intersection in front, where a group of people were gathering to check all passing vehicles and pedestrians. He whispered: "That checkpoint was set up by the Yan family to prevent you from entering Daning smoothly. City, and this is also the last hurdle outside the city. This is tacitly recognized by the other four major families and the city lord's mansion. Because they also believe that if they want to be the heirs of the Yan family, it is necessary to pass this hurdle. That’s how you qualify.”

Chen Feng looked at Uncle Dumb: "You mean, the only way is to break in?"

Uncle Dumb nodded heavily: "That's right!"

"Okay!" Chen Feng laughed, filled with pride, tightened his grip on the Purple Moon Knife in his hand, and said with a loud laugh: "Then I will fight my way out."

Uncle Ya said with a smile: "Okay, young master, this is how it should be, fight all the way and fight a bloody path! Kill the heads of the Yan family! Seize the position of heir to the head of the Yan family! Give the highest reward of this Yan family competition , get the Panlong Seal!"

Yang Ping greeted: "Chen Feng, let's go, we are entering the city."

Chen Feng glanced at her slightly, shook his head slowly, then turned around and strode towards the checkpoint.

Yang Ping shouted anxiously: "Chen Feng, what are you doing? Don't go there, the Yan family will kill you."

Yang Hao glanced at Chen Feng and sneered softly: "What's wrong with this guy? He's lost his mind and gone crazy!"

Yang Zhong, who was next to him, echoed disdainfully: "I think he has lost his mind and gone crazy. Haha, he still wants to break through the level privately. Who does he think he is? Is he Yan Qingyu's apprentice?"

The guards all burst into laughter.

But soon, they were speechless. Everyone held their breath and stared at Chen Feng blankly.

It turned out that every time Chen Feng took a step forward, a deep footprint appeared on the ground. Every time he took a step forward, his aura increased. When he was seven or eight meters away from those people, his aura had already risen. When they reached the Shenmen realm, a momentum soared into the sky, extremely majestic!

The Yan family elder shouted sharply: "Who are you?"

A cruel smile appeared on Chen Feng's face: "Say softly, don't you want to kill me? I'll do it myself!"

As he spoke, he let out a long roar, leaped into the air, and slashed out with his long knife!

Tyrant Thunder Strike, slashed out six times in a row, all six cuts at one point!

It seemed that the power of heaven was attracted by him. The sky was originally clear and clear, but at this time, the situation suddenly changed. There were dark clouds gathering in the sky, making bursts of thunder.

Chen Feng wielded the power of Heaven and slashed at the elder of the Yan family who had reached the first level of the Shenmen Realm and was also a famous strong man in Daning City. But at this time, when he faced Chen Feng's sword, he actually felt something Facing the whole world, I feel like I can't dodge, I can only bear it!

His face was pale, his heart was filled with fear, and his whole body was shaking, but he still used all his strength, roared, and pushed out with both palms.

But his resistance was in vain. His offensive was easily resolved by Chen Feng with a knife and was directly chopped into pieces!

Then Chen Feng didn't listen at all and struck him on the head!

"Ah..." The Yan family elder let out a shrill, desperate cry before death, and then was directly cut in half by Chen Feng's knife.

Chen Feng split the Shenmen Realm elder in half with one strike and fell to the ground.

He had an unparalleled aura, and with a horizontal movement of the Purple Moon Saber in his hand, he was extremely heroic and laughed wildly: "The murderer is Yan Qingyu's disciple, Chen Feng!"

This killing move made everyone dumbfounded and shocked to the extreme!

Everyone stared at Chen Feng blankly, their eyes full of disbelief!

The guards in the caravan, Yang Hao, Yang Zhong, and Yang Ping, couldn't help but wipe their eyes. They couldn't believe that this man who killed the elders of the Shenmen Realm with one sword and was like the God of War was actually That ordinary young man who had been with them for five days!

Yang Zhong suddenly exclaimed: "Huh? It turns out that he is Chen Feng. He is the disciple of Yan Qingyu, the number one outside the Qianyuan Sect, Chen Feng! I heard the senior brothers of the Vajra Sect said that he is in the three major sects. During the sect competition, they really shined, and they said at that time that this disciple was called Chen Feng, but they didn’t expect it to be him, it was really him!”

As he spoke, a huge fear suddenly flashed through his heart, and he thought to himself: "I offended him so much before, will he remember me?"

"With his tyrannical strength, it would be easy to kill me."

He was so frightened that his legs weakened and he fell off the horse.

Not only him, but the guards who had laughed at Chen Feng all thought of this, and suddenly they all shivered, as scared as quails in the wind.

Chen Feng naturally didn't care what they thought. He never paid attention to these people at all. He stood in the official road, standing with his sword horizontally, as if he was standing upright with the sky and the earth.

Looking at the frightened Yan family members, he smiled slightly and said, "Don't you, the Yan family, want to kill me? Come on! Let's go together!"