Violent Martial Soul System

Zhao Feng possessed the middle-level immortal-level martial arts dragon soul swordsmanship, so naturally he would not learn these skills. What he wanted was intermediate-level immortal-level martial arts and above.

After dozens of prompts, Zhao Feng finally smiled.

These hundred martial arts finally successfully merged once.

The Wentian Sword Sect is a big sect in the Rock and Wood Realm, and there are naturally intermediate martial arts at the immortal level, Xiao Chen and the others have a few copies.

Therefore, Zhao Feng took the six immortal-level intermediate martial arts including Dragon Soul Swordsmanship and merged them again.

"Martial arts fusion failed!"

"Martial arts fusion failed!"

"Martial arts fusion failed!"

The three notification sounds made Zhao Feng's face sink to the bottom, and the fusion of martial arts is still not so easy.

"This fusion of martial arts is really a big pit. Forget it, even if you combine high-level immortal martial arts, I probably won't be able to use them."

Zhao Feng shook his head and chose to give up, because he could only practice the Dragon Soul Sword Technique to 60% of the level, and even if he had advanced martial arts at the immortal level, he might only be able to practice to 30% of the level.

Of course, what he regrets the most is that he didn't find the soul-chasing sect's realm-enhancing martial skill in Xiao Chen's Nawu ring.

But it doesn't matter anymore, after all, one's own realm is still the most important.

At that moment, Zhao Feng drove the stone demon away and headed towards the gate of the city.

Wentian Sword Sect and two other teams are all Zhao Feng's goals.

To be on the safe side, he still hovered in the air a few times before landing.

Although his realm is lower than the worst people, his strength far surpasses everyone else.

Coupled with that excellent concealment method, he easily eliminated ten people.

"What's going on, where have all the juniors gone?"

The tall young man looked around in surprise, and found that there were fewer and fewer people. Moreover, he had just clearly ordered not to go too far.

But he didn't expect for a moment that these people had already been killed.

continue working.

The group of disciples they came here were all elites, and they all had the strength to run rampant in the Ghost Market, so he wasn't worried.

But then, he couldn't help frowning.

Because he saw that the handsome young man with the five-star Martial Venerable also disappeared, and there were only three people left in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Wu, what about Brother Chen and the others?"

A disciple also asked in surprise.

Now, everyone present has realized that their mission is to demolish the entire city, and naturally they must use violence.

However, since they stopped, no sound has been heard.

Obviously, at this moment, only the four of them are here.

"No, they fell!"

The tall young man reacted immediately.

But at this moment.

"call out!"

Under the night, there was a flash of cold light, but the tall young man didn't react, his head and body were separated.

The eyes of the remaining three disciples were almost popping out.

The strongest member of the elite team of the Wentian Sword Sect was killed in a flash. They couldn't even catch how the tall young man died.

"escape!"

The three reacted.

But when they turned around, they had already swept out the nine cold lights and removed their heads.

Now, this team from the Wentian Sword Sect has all been wiped out.

Zhao Feng also broke through to the five-star peak Wu Zun because of this.

Not only that, Zhao Feng's berserk points accumulated crazily!

"Now, if I use the power of rage, I can reach Nine Star Martial Venerable. With the addition of various martial arts and combat body bonuses, I should be able to fight that old guy!"

Zhao Feng thought so in his heart.

However, Zhao Feng still wanted to continue to increase his martial soul points.

It's just that this elite team of Wentian Sword Sect must have come to this ghost market for some other purpose, so this plan can only be postponed.

"Chirp!"

At this time, the stone demon who was investigating in the air suddenly landed and called out softly.

"Anyone else coming?"

Zhao Feng narrowed his eyes, and let the stone demon carry him up to an altitude of a thousand meters.

With the help of the darkness, he hid, and then stared, and found another team of dozens of people.

"I don't know which side it belongs to, but the leader should be very strong."

Zhao Feng frowned.

There were exactly 30 people in this team, but they were all on the older side, estimated to be over forty. All of them were dressed in purple, which was particularly conspicuous under the night.

Therefore, Zhao Feng estimated that the strength of these people probably surpassed the Seven Star Martial Lord, or even the Nine Star Martial Lord.

This team is actually a team from Ziyu Palace who has made good friends with the Wentian Sword Sect.

This team was sent from the same direction as Wentianjian, so what they saw was the demolished city wall.

"Is it already being dismantled?"

"No way, there is no movement at all."

"Did you just find that entrance?"

"Impossible. The Wentian Sword Sect just sent a group of disciples to find the exit. They are still gathering their manpower, and it may take half a day to get there."

The people from Purple Rain Palace started discussing there.

The middle-aged man who took the lead had a cold face. He walked into the city wall and felt a very strange atmosphere.

He quickly circled around, and sure enough, he found something was wrong.

The smell of blood!

"There was a battle here, and some humans died here."

The indifferent middle-aged man frowned.

What?

The others were also shocked when they heard this.

"Great Elder, could it be that he is from the Wentian Sword Sect..."

Someone blurted it out.

"There is a bloody smell in many places here. Something must have happened. Go around and see if you find anything."

The indifferent middle-aged man said.

Immediately afterwards, this group of people dispersed in a rush and began to search for clues.

They are all masters who have surpassed seven-star martial masters, and there are even a few nine-star martial masters, and the leader is a super master of two-star martial saints. These people in this ghost market are equivalent to returning to their own home. .

Although it was said that these people were separated, Zhao Feng did not dare to act because he saw that these people were all first-class masters.

All of these thirty people have surpassed Seven Star Martial Venerables, and there are even several Nine Star Martial Venerables among them.

As for the middle-aged man in the lead, Gennima is a super master of the two-star martial arts saint.

"There must be something. There are so many masters here. Is it the secret realm of some strong man?"

Zhao Feng, who was in the air, guessed in his heart.

The more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became. Anyway, there must be something good here, otherwise why would these powerful forces come to have so many masters?

"Hmph, I'll just watch here."

Zhao Feng waited quietly on it.

The group of people below searched around, but they didn't find much, only a trace of blood.

They guessed that those elites of Wentian Sword Sect were probably killed.

What they don't understand is, who did it?

In Yanmu Realm, there are not many people who dare to offend the Wentian Sword Sect, and after cleaning up such a group of elites, this is a death feud with the Wentian Sword Sect. Furious Martial Soul System