Violent Martial Soul System

"Zhao Feng, you..."

Seeing Zhao Feng rushing out, Fei Yaqin was convinced.

A mere third-order demon soul dared to go in, this is courting death!

However, she didn't think too much about it, the big battle had already begun, and she had to join the battle quickly.

The elders of the Ghost Poison Sect and the elders of the Dark Poison Sect have already fought, and those disciples are no exception.

Both sects use poison, almost all of them have fierce poison spirits, now it depends on whose fierce poison spirit is stronger!

Therefore, the battlefield was immediately surrounded by a group of poisonous powder, and from time to time, some people fell to the ground and vomited blood to death, and some people's heads were turned into blood.

However, at this moment, there is a person who freely shuttles among the poisonous powder. This is a young man who is close to the fourth-order demon soul.

He is Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng's demon soul realm has risen level by level!

The true disciples of the Dark Poison Sect are also between the third and fourth ranks, and the strength of the Ghost Poison Sect is similar.

In Zhao Feng's eyes, this kind of strength is simply a blessing.

Zhao Feng's realm is low, and the disciples of the Dark Poison Sect have a lot of money, so the upgrade is fast.

"So strong, he is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"

In the battlefield between the disciples, Fei Yaqin was a little shocked.

She had always thought that Zhao Feng was unappreciative, but she never expected that there would be such a powerful martial skill, and it instantly rose to a level, which was too heaven-defying.

At this time, a person suddenly rushed in front of her, and then slashed out with a sword.

"Yang Ming? I won't look for you, but you still dare to look for me?"

Fei Yaqin blocked the sword angrily.

"Smelly bitch, you have been engaged for a year, and you won't even let me touch your hand. Last time you were lucky enough to escape, today, I'm going to take your life!"

Yan Ming gave a loud shout, and with the assistance of two disciples from the Dark Poison Sect,

He started to launch a crazy offensive against Fei Yaqin, but he didn't understand the current situation at all.

The two sides have been fighting for nearly ten seconds. If you compare the casualties, the Dark Poison Sect has already lost more than 20 people, while the Ghost Poison Sect has only killed more than ten people.

Since Zhao Feng entered the battlefield, the death toll of the Dark Poison Sect has increased rapidly.

Zhao Feng's speed almost surpassed that of fifth-order demon soul fighters, and his strength was also very strong. Killing these people was like killing chickens.

Although he only kills people from the Dark Poison Sect, he can also take the Precepts from the Ghost Poison Sect, so his realm has improved rapidly.

"Um?"

At this time, Zhao Feng's eyes flashed, and he found the three people who were besieging Fei Yaqin.

"The young master of the Dark Poison Sect must be rich, tsk tsk tsk..."

Zhao Feng leaned over with a smirk on his face.

Fei Yaqin was besieged by four people before, but at that time, Yan Ming was not fully prepared, and the strength of the three helpers was not strong.

Although there are only two people assisting this time, both of them are above the fourth-order demon soul, so they can suppress Fei Yaqin.

Fei Yaqin's face became more and more serious, because he saw that his father was suppressed by Tang Huai and Gui Qi.

The elders were also defeated by the elders of the Dark Poison Sect and the white skull.

If this continues, the Ghost Poison Sect will still be destroyed.

at this time.

Suddenly a figure flew over.

"Dragon Soul Sword Art - Poisonous Dragon!"

Zhao Feng swiped his sword indifferently, and a disciple of a fourth-order demon soul was beheaded.

This disciple happened to besiege one of Fei Yaqin's three.

"what?"

Yan Ming, the senior brother of the Dark Poison Sect, was stunned for a moment, then took out a bag of poisonous powder and sprinkled it on Zhao Feng.

However, Zhao Feng didn't care at all, and rushed over directly against the poisonous powder.

"Hiss!"

Another disciple of the Dark Poison Sect was also beheaded by Zhao Feng.

"Not good, withdraw!"

Yan Ming's face changed suddenly, and he quickly backed away, while shouting: "Elder Lin, save me!"

Seeing this, the elder of the Dark Poison Sect who was nearby immediately turned around and rushed over.

"Even if someone saves you, you will die!"

Zhao Feng glanced at the elder, and took the two Nawu rings in his hand.

"Even my fiancée can do it, I'll send you to see Hades!"

Zhao Feng's eyes widened, and he took out a reverse blade.

At the same time, the Wuji Sword turned into a nine-section sword, and quickly swept out, blocking Yan Ming's escape route. Under the double attack, Yan Ming's defense instantly collapsed.

"puff!"

Yan Ming's eyes widened, he only saw a flash of cold light before his eyes, and he was stabbed in the chest, and this sword pierced his heart.

The young patriarch of the Dark Poison Sect, Yang Ming, is dead!

Before the elder attacked, Zhao Feng quickly took off Yan Ming's Na Wu Ring!

In an instant, the realm of the found demon soul was raised again!

With the power of berserk, Zhao Feng's realm is no worse than the elder of the Dark Poison Sect.

"You actually killed Yan Ming, die for me!"

The elder was furious, holding a sword in one hand and a pack of unknown poisonous powder in the other, and ran towards Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng is not afraid of the poisonous fans of those disciples, but this was made by the elders, so he had to remind himself.

Fighting against people of this level, Zhao Feng can't use double attacks, after all, he still needs the power boost of Wuji Sword.

"Clang!"

"Boom!"

"boom!"

The two just came into contact and attacked with all their strength.

The elder was a little surprised. It was really rare for Zhao Feng to be able to fight against him at such a young age.

He kept hiding his left hand, preparing to use his best poisonous powder to deal a fatal blow to Zhao Feng.

However, what he didn't expect was that another person joined the battle.

"Um?"

Zhao Feng was startled, and found that it was Fei Yaqin who came to help.

Only then did he realize that Fei Yaqin was also a fourth-order demon soul.

If an elder could be killed quickly, it would be of great help to the whole situation.

Although Fei Yaqin is a fourth-level and fifth-level demon soul, his strength is obviously not as strong as this elder of the Dark Poison Sect.

But because of her joining, the elder was immediately beaten back.

"Ding! The proficiency of Dragon Soul Sword Art has increased, and it is currently 100% hot! The power is doubled!"

Suddenly, a notification sound greatly increased Zhao Feng's combat effectiveness.

Just now Zhao Feng could only draw with this elder, but now, even without Fei Yaqin's assistance, he can still overwhelm him.

"not good!"

The elder felt Zhao Feng's sudden multiplied attack power, and his face sank immediately. If this continues, he will be in danger.

"Two bastards, die to me!"

The elder finally couldn't bear it anymore, and was about to spill the poison on his left hand.

But the next moment, he found that he couldn't move his left hand anymore. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and found a small blood hole in his left arm.

"what?"

The elder's eyes widened, and he found a thin needle, which had already been smeared with poison.

"sharp!"

Zhao Feng also sighed.

He didn't even notice when Fei Yaqin threw the silver needle.

Princess Qiandu is really extraordinary.

Taking advantage of the moment when the elder of the Dark Poison Sect lost his mind, Zhao Feng strode up and slashed down with his sword.

"Clang!"

The opponent blocked the sword.

However, he found that Zhao Feng's weapon was changed, and what he was holding in his hand was not the simple long sword. Furious Martial Soul System