Peerless Martial Soul

The aftermath rolled into air waves and quickly spread outward.

The air waves rolled, and some of the weaker ones in the distance were knocked over.

Chen Feng stood there, his expression unchanged, and he seemed to be at ease.

On the opposite side, Elder Peng was holding the Galaxy Beating Divine Whip, but his expression was quite ugly.

As the leader of the Galaxy Sword Sect, he can't even defeat a disciple!

Putting this anywhere would make him lose face!

He stared fiercely at Chen Feng in front of him, not leaving any options behind.

Without any reservation, pour all the power of the stars into the Galaxy Beating Whip.

Elder Peng shouted loudly, the Galaxy Beating Whip in his hand shone brightly, and quickly locked the target in the direction of Chen Feng.

"beat!"

Following this angry shout, Xinghe's Divine Whip turned into a bolt of lightning and struck quickly in the direction of Chen Feng.

It came through the air at an incredible speed.

Chen Feng saw that ray of light appearing in front of him instantly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately raised his broken knife to block it.

boom--

Accompanied by a sound almost like the collision of metal, Elder Peng's face in front instantly became miserable!

Opening his mouth, blood spurted out.

All the strength in his body was drained out, his legs weakened, and he knelt down on one knee and fell to the ground.

But there was a victorious smile on his face.

"Haha... Hahaha, it's useless. Just your broken knife can't stop Xinghe's whip."

"My whip can at least make you paralyzed for at least half a month."

Elder Peng stretched out his hand to summon two disciples, and said with a smile: "You guys, drive them out."

At this moment, his eyes turned to the direction where Chen Feng was whipped.

The smile on his face suddenly froze.

"This...this is impossible!"

In his sight, Chen Feng, who should have been beaten to the ground by the whip, was dying.

At this moment, he was standing on the spot intact and slowly walking towards him.

How is this going?

impossible!

Elder Peng's expression changed again and again, and he couldn't even figure out how Chen Feng did it.

No matter how strong Chen Feng's cultivation level is, the whip he used all his cultivation level to whip down just now hit Chen Feng head-on.

It was absolutely enough to make Chen Feng fall to the ground and not be able to get up for a long time.

But just now, he saw clearly that Chen Feng only had time to raise his broken knife to block.

How could a mere broken sword be a match for the God of Xinghe...

Elder Peng’s eyes widened!

He saw that Chen Feng was still holding the broken knife tightly in his hand.

Broken knife, intact!

"This is impossible!"

Elder Peng yelled out of control.

Of course he couldn't believe it, and everyone present, except Chen Feng, couldn't believe it.

As a treasure of the Xinghe Sword Sect's Criminal Law Hall, it was actually blocked by such an ugly-looking broken knife!

Only Chen Feng understood in his heart.

The predecessor of the broken sword in his hand was the majestic Qingqiu Heavenly Sword!

And inside it, there is the Qingqiu Sword Soul transformed from the complete Qingqiu Sword Soul.

The Xinghe Divine Whip is indeed very powerful. If it were really thrown at Chen Feng, he might suffer a lot.

But under the obstruction of the broken knife, the power of the whip that finally fell on him had been reduced by 90%.

The remaining layer, with Chen Feng's strong mental power and physical strength, is basically pain-free.

Seeing Chen Feng walking slowly, Elder Peng realized for the first time that Chen Feng's ability was far beyond his expectation!

Behind him, all the disciples who had criticized Chen Feng just now did not even dare to fart.

The scene was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Chen Feng came to them, his face expressionless and looking quite serious.

He glanced at Elder Peng and all the disciples of the Galaxy Sword Sect behind him. There was no trace of friendship in his cold eyes.

"roll."

The final word.

Elder Peng could only leave in despair with the support of two disciples and the disciples who had just entered the Galaxy Sword Sect.

Like a bunch of rats in trouble.

After leaving the accommodation specially arranged for the Galaxy Sword Sect, the faces of several disciples suddenly fell.

They looked at Elder Peng.

"Elder Peng, what should we do now?"

Among the disciples, some disciples looked at Elder Peng with a somewhat ugly expression.

They began to think that it was the fault of Elder Peng and those fellow disciples who provoked Chen Feng that they were also implicated and kicked out of their place of residence.

Peng Wujue recovered a little bit of his cultivation and waved his hand.

"It's okay, come with me."

With that said, he led a group of disciples of the Galaxy Sword Sect and walked towards another destination not far away.

The exquisite door plate is engraved with the words "Yijia".

Elder Peng knocked on the door very politely.

"Second Young Master Yi, the Galaxy Sword Sect has something to ask of you."

Yi Zhiguang previously settled in the City of Stars in order to join forces with the Galaxy Sword Sect and attend the Broken Jade Conference together.

However, after all, the Yi family is the Yi family, a branch of the Yu family, an ancient family.

Therefore, the person in charge of this Broken Jade Conference also arranged a separate residence for Yi Zhiguang very carefully.

Closed doors open.

Elder Peng turned around, asked everyone behind him to wait outside the door, and walked in.

Yi Zhiguang was sitting in the front hall, leisurely drinking tea on the table.

Seeing Elder Peng coming in with a weak look on his face, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What happened to Elder Peng? Could it be that he was kicked out by the disciple of your sect named Chen Feng?"

It must be said that the second son of the Yi family is quite keen in this regard, and he does not mean to be polite at all.

Peng Wujue had no fig leaf in front of him.

He could only nod bitterly and briefly told Yi Zhiguang what had just happened.

"I see."

Yi Zhiguang put down the tea cup in his hand and listened to the whole process without joy or sadness, making it impossible to see his true emotions.

Peng Wujue felt a little uneasy.

After all, the Galaxy Sword Sect and the Yi family have come to make peace soon.

Therefore, they arranged for Yi Zhiguang to join the team of their Galaxy Sword Sect and participate in the Broken Jade Conference together.

Unexpectedly, as the conference was about to begin, such an unexpected thing would happen.

"Elder Peng, don't worry."

Yi Zhiguang stood up, his tone still as casual, confident and calm as ever.

"Let the disciples outside the door come in. I already have a better way to deal with this matter."

Speaking of this, Yi Zhiguang's eyes unconsciously revealed a confident smile:

"Maybe it will be easier to win the championship than joining the Galaxy Sword Sect!"

Seeing Yi Zhiguang's performance like this, Peng Wujue was heartbroken, and then quickly smiled and congratulated him in advance. Then, he came to the door and asked the disciples of the Galaxy Sword Sect who were standing outside to come in quickly.