World Wide Martial Art

When everyone in the audience saw this scene, they all had an absurd illusion - it turned out that the top ten strong men in the Kendo Conference were so vulnerable. If I go up, can I easily defeat Zuo Xuan? Of course, this is just an illusion. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website After knocking Zuo Xuan away with a punch, Ye Feng slowly turned his head and looked at Xie Cheng. "Is this the helper you asked for? Ridiculous!" Xie Cheng's face was ashen. He was humiliated by Ye Feng again and again, and he could no longer remain calm. "Boy, I can still kill you without help. Die!" Xie Cheng shouted, and the "Burning Heaven God Art" was pushed to the extreme, and the flames on his body rose several times higher. After stretching out his hand, a long whip condensed by flames was caught in his hand. Xie Cheng's "Burning Heaven God Art" has been cultivated to the fifth level. This flame whip is several times stronger than the one Xie An offered at the beginning, and once the long whip is out, the entire arena is within his attack range. "Snap!"

A dull whip sounded in the air, and the long whip rolled back towards Ye Feng like a spirit snake coming out of a hole.

Although Xie Cheng was a bad person, he was worthy of being the second person in this Kendo Conference.

The attack launched by the flame whip was stronger than Niu Changhao's giant axe yesterday.

A solemn look flashed across Ye Feng's eyes. He did not intend to resist with his body, but raised the short iron stick high and shouted softly.

"Open the sky!"

A solid sword intent condensed when he was injured, and the short iron stick replaced the long sword.

This time, the people present finally saw how Ye Feng used the sword.

He held the short iron stick across his chest, and the solid sword intent around him swept in like a storm.

The sword force gradually increased.

After reaching a certain trend, Ye Feng slashed with a sword.

A terrifying sword shadow that made everyone feel suffocated cut through the sky.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the flame whip in Xie Cheng's hand was easily cut off by the blade shadow, and then it continued to move forward and fell on Xie Cheng's head.

"Not good!"

Xie Cheng's pupils shrank.

On his body, a fiery red light curtain barrier suddenly lit up, covering Xie Cheng's entire body.

This light curtain barrier was a protective magic weapon he bought at a high price. It was extremely precious and he was reluctant to use it easily.

Xie Cheng had seen the power of Ye Feng's swordsmanship yesterday, so he brought it with him today.

The purpose was to block Ye Feng's sword.

Yesterday he had noticed that Ye Feng would fall into a short state of weakness after cutting this sword, and he was waiting for this moment.

As long as he blocked the sword, then Ye Feng would die.

It's a pity that he could expect this, but how could Ye Feng not have thought of it?

"Bang!"

"Crack, crack..."

The blade shadow slashed firmly on Xie Cheng's protective light curtain, followed by a sound of the light curtain breaking.

The light curtain was actually shattered by Ye Feng's sword, turning into countless light spots and dissipating. Then the sword shadow did not stop, slashing from top to bottom.

"Puff——"

The hot blood spurted out, like raindrops, pouring on the smooth floor of the ring.

Xie Cheng's whole body was directly cut in half by the sword shadow, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Xie Cheng... Died!

"This..."

The people watching the fight on and off the stage fell into silence for a while, staring at all this with wide eyes.

"Dead? Xie Cheng died like this?"

No one could have imagined that Xie Cheng would die so easily.

The eldest son of the Xie family, the recognized second person in this Kendo Conference, could not even block Ye Feng's sword.

And he was using a protective magic weapon.

Several elders frowned and wanted to reprimand Ye Feng for Xie Cheng's death. After all, Xie Cheng was the eldest son of the Xie family. It would not be a good thing if the news of his death in public on the ring was spread.

But when they turned around and saw the smile on Li Jiutian's face, several elders chose to remain silent.

Zuo Xuan, who was knocked away by Ye Feng's punch, was lying on the other side of the ring.

Seeing Xie Cheng's body cut in half, he shuddered all over, and without thinking, he desperately crawled to the side of the ring.

Now he is still on the ring. If he wants to survive, he must crawl down quickly.

"You are not bad!"

Sikong Changsheng, who had been standing aside indifferently, finally spoke and nodded to Ye Feng lightly: "Ye Feng, you are worthy of my effort for having such strength."

"But the knife just now has consumed at least half of your energy. In order to convince you, I allow you to rest and recover your strength."

Ye Feng was stunned.

He didn't expect that Sikong Changsheng would be so generous.

In this Kendo Conference, Sikong Changsheng had an absolute advantage in strength. Except for Ye Feng who surprised him, he didn't take other people seriously.

In his opinion, Ye Feng's knife was indeed sharp, but it couldn't hurt him.

The slack period after that is a real flaw.

Therefore, Sikong Changsheng does not recommend doing a favor and giving Ye Feng some time to recover his strength.

"As for you, Mo Chengkong, do you want to go down by yourself, or do I let you go down lying down."

Sikong Changsheng turned his head and looked at Mo Chengkong on the other side.

Even with the help of the magic weapon, Mo Chengkong is far from his opponent.

"I admit that I am not your opponent, but since I have come up, I will not be willing to not fight. Let me see how powerful you are."

"Look at the sword!"

Mo Chengkong used the sword technique in his hand, and with a "clang" sound, the long sword on his back was unsheathed and turned into a sharp sword light.

Sikong Chang stood with his hands in hand, watching the sword light flying towards him indifferently. When the sword light was about to approach, he slowly stretched out two fingers.

"clang!"

There was the sound of gold and iron mingling, coming from Sikong Changsheng's fingertips.

The long sword, which could be called a holy weapon, was hanging in the air, motionless. Sikong Changsheng actually clamped the long sword with two fingers, making it unable to move even half a minute.

"this……"

When Mo Chengkong saw this, his pupils shrank violently.

In this tournament, he relied on this long sword to squeeze into the top ten. All the opponents he encountered were swept away, and no one could withstand the power of the holy weapon.

However, Sikong Changsheng controlled the flying sword with just two fingers, rendering him unable to function.

"Swordsmanship is known as the most powerful killing technique. It's a pity that you only have a holy weapon in your hand, but you haven't understood the superb sword intention. This sword is a waste in your hand."

"Get down!"

Sikong Changsheng shouted coldly, waved his sleeves and robes, and he threw the long sword backwards. It flew out of the ring with a "swish" and was nailed to the ground under the ring.

Sikong Changsheng naturally had the ability to injure or even directly kill Mo Chengkong.

But last night, Master Qian Zhong had warned him that Mo Chengkong had a big background behind him. If he encountered him, he only needed to defeat him and never hurt anyone.

Otherwise, not even Qian Zhong can protect him.

Although Sikong Changsheng is indifferent, he is not stupid. He knows who can and cannot be offended.

"Okay, you are indeed amazing, I am convinced."

When Mo Chengkong saw this, he knew that he had no power to fight back in front of him, so he could only bow his hands to Ye Feng and jump off the ring.

Ye Feng and Sikong Changsheng were the only two people left on the stage.