World Wide Martial Art

Gu Mingdao on the other side of the stone platform suddenly raised his head, glanced at the scarlet long knife in his hand, flicked his finger, and said: "Xueyin, can't you hold it in anymore?"

One moment, everyone was still surprised, but the next moment, everyone's expression changed drastically. Situ Reading.\\nCOM

As Gu Mingdao's voice fell, the blade was like an awakened beast, suddenly charging with extremely murderous intent. Even from a hundred feet away, you can clearly feel it.

"Diyuan... Blood Moon Slash!"

Under everyone's surprised gazes, Gu Mingdao held his sword in both hands and slashed, a half-moon-shaped red light struck the air vertically, and was pushed out from under his feet.

Stab!

The Kunwu stone, as hard as iron, made a hard sound when cut by the red light, leaving a faint white knife mark, and then disappeared in a flash.

Boom boom boom!

The sword glowed like a line, and when it reached a distance of ten feet, it suddenly opened to the left and right, showing a wavy blade curtain, spreading to ten feet away, occupying a small portion of the stone platform.

Ding……

The phantom of the dragon and snake trembled in the air and collided with the blood-colored sword curtain. They were in a stalemate for only a moment and then extinguished out of thin air.

The countless gun shadows failed to break away from the sword light, and were all shattered into nothingness.

The two martial arts were easily broken, making Yan Feilong look livid. However, at this moment, his third blow had arrived, and the light of his spear hit the blade curtain.

Bo...

At the tip of the spear, a water-like wave quickly spread along the knife curtain. Both sides were evenly matched, blocking the rolling knife curtain in front of them.

"blocked!"

Someone screamed because Yan Feilong's strongest attack was still reserved for last.

"Senior Brother Yan Feilong, it seems that he is not far different from Senior Brother Gu Mingdao..."

The people in Sweeping Gate were fascinated by the fight, which was an eye-opener for them.

"The gap is still not small. He is about to lose. If he retreats and steps down at this time, he can escape unscathed. If he dares to continue, he will definitely suffer."

Ye Feng shook his head lightly, not agreeing with some people's views.

"Junior Brother Ye, I'm afraid you may have misjudged your vision... In my opinion..."

Wang Yuwei also smiled, but before he finished his sentence, his expression suddenly changed.

The sword screen that had stopped breathing suddenly began to shrink rapidly, and suddenly formed a line of light again, splitting the spiritual weapons and spears into the air, and the light of the sword instantly invaded the handle of the gun.

Yan Feilong shouted loudly, his body stiffened, and after being stunned for a moment, he had no choice but to let go and retreat. At the same time, he twisted his body into the air and reluctantly hid to the side.

With a sneer, blood burst out.

Half of his shoulder was cut off by a sharp line of flesh, and blood spurted out.

At this point, all the sword flashes stopped, and Yan Feilong landed on the ground with disheveled hair, a look of shock on his face. If he had been even half a minute slower, one of his arms would have been disabled.

"I lost!"

With a livid face, he cupped his fists and saluted, and he jumped off the stone platform.

In terms of his strength, there is indeed a big gap between him and Gu Mingdao, and it is difficult for him to be his opponent.

"Junior Brother Ye, how did you... see that..."

The sudden change in the sword curtain not only confused Wang Yuwei and others, but even surprised some king realm masters.

Ye Feng, who was in no mood, made up a few words at random and tried to pass them off, but his heart became a little heavy.

Gu Mingdao is very strong. In the first battle, Yan Feilong was not able to force him to use too much strength. This shows that Bu Jingshao's power is not just talk.

The battle between him and Bu Jingyu was extremely dangerous. Although he was fully prepared, Ye Feng was still not sure of victory.

After the winner Gu Mingdao stepped down, two more figures soon flew onto the Kunwu Stone Platform...

As the battle continued, time passed quickly, and it was almost noon.

"Next, I invite disciple No. 30 Yao Yifeng to face off against...Ye Feng!"

Ye Feng raised his head, looked into the sky at the dazzling sunlight, and then slowly walked out of the crowd.

The people at Sweeping Gate were naturally excited. For them, this battle was filled with both anticipation and worry.

"Junior brother, act according to your ability. Don't be embarrassed if you lose to the inner disciples. Everything comes first to ensure safety."

Yuan Ningzhen shook Ye Feng's hand hard and gave a final reminder.

"There's no need to worry about that Yao Yifeng."

Ye Feng made a hearty sound and glanced at somewhere in the crowd opposite. There, Yao Yifeng was staring at him with a sinister smile on his face.

When their eyes met, Yao Yifeng made a gesture of wiping his neck with his hand, showing unscrupulous provocation.

boom!

An instant later, two figures jumped into the air at the same time and landed steadily in the center of Kunwu Stone Platform.

Yao Yifeng's golden robe fluttered in the wind with an arrogant expression. He put one hand behind his back and raised his chin to look at Ye Feng.

In comparison, Ye Feng's black clothes looked very inconspicuous. Since entering the Diyuan Sect, except for wearing the inscription master's robe once or twice, he has always worn the clothes of a handyman disciple.

Such scenery immediately attracted the attention of many outside forces, and most people had heard about the levels of disciples of the Diyuan Sect.

"what happened?"

"Isn't that guy wearing the uniform of a handyman disciple? Why would he go up on stage to compete with the inner disciples?"

"Maybe he thinks he has that qualification, but... hey, there is a huge difference between inner disciples and handymen. Their cultivation is obvious to all, so there is really no need to waste time."

"..."

Various mocking voices fell into the ears of the two of them. Yao Yifeng couldn't help but become even more proud. He stretched out his hand towards Ye Feng and shouted proudly: "Junior brother Ye, don't say that I bully you. Show your spiritual weapon."

"You... also want to taint the reputation of my inner disciple, and you are wishful thinking. This battle will make you understand your identity, and then get out of the sect."

Yao Yifeng's voice was so low that only two people could hear the last sentence.

Ye Feng said nonchalantly: "Come if you have the ability, and to deal with a guy like you, I'm not worthy of using a spiritual weapon."

Yao Yifeng's expression changed immediately.

He had never been humiliated like this before. Yao Yifeng had a very bad impression of Ye Feng, and now he wanted to crush him to pieces on the spot.

"Okay, I will let you know the difference between the inner sect and the handyman. I will destroy you with the palm of my hand!"

"casual!"

With a faint hand out, Ye Feng's eyes turned cold. The surging energy rose from his feet and quickly filled his entire body. Ye Feng's figure suddenly shot up into the void above his head.

In the blink of an eye, he fully displayed his ninth level cultivation in the virtual realm.

As for the Half-Step King Realm, that is reserved for Bu Jingshao. There is no need to show it now. When the time comes, it can also achieve unexpected results.

Ye Feng is confident that the ninth level of virtual realm... should be enough to deal with this annoying guy in front of him.