World Wide Martial Art

Not being merciful, Ye Feng gave a signal and asked the Demon Flame Dragon Lion to directly kill the Half-Saint under his claws. Situ

Then he looked at Ling Ming and said, "It doesn't matter if we were on the way. It doesn't matter if the destination is the same. This is just a special place, not a unique treasure."

"But you are so aggressive and think you are stronger than us, yet you are going to kill people and silence them as soon as you come up?"

"Now that things have happened, do you think you will be our opponent?"

"Roar……"

The Demon Flame Dragon Lion was very cooperative and roared at Ling Ming, filled with evil energy.

"Hahaha, the weak prey on the strong. Do you, an ant like you, deserve to be in the same place as us?"

Ling Ming laughed loudly, and then said with contempt: "It's just a semi-holy monster. It may be useful against other warriors, but if you want to deal with me, that's just... a fool's dream!"

As the words fell, his aura began to slowly rise.

Ye Feng frowned, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"This is...the aura of the Holy Realm...Are you not a Half-Saint? Have you entered the Holy Realm?!"

He stared hard at Ling Ming.

Ling Ming's rising aura was extremely familiar to him.

Ye Feng would never sense anything wrong. What the other party showed was indeed an aura that could only be found in the Holy Realm.

In addition, this person dared not to panic when he saw his companion being instantly killed by the Lion King, which made Ye Feng even more convinced.

The other party... is actually from the Holy Realm! !

Yang Zhen, who was following Ye Feng, looked panicked for a moment.

The difference between a semi-saint and a true saint is not even a tiny bit.

Ye Feng can kill the semi-saint easily, but facing the real holy realm, even if it is only the first level of the holy realm, he may not have a chance of winning.

The anxious Yang Zhen wanted to grab Ye Feng, turn around and run away.

only……

Except for his cautious expression, Ye Feng made no other movements, but stared at Ling Ming with burning eyes.

There's no point in running.

In this situation, how could you let the two of you run away?

Unless the Ten Thousand Miles Instant Talisman is used, all the previous efforts will be wasted. How can Ye Feng be willing to do so?

"I still have some knowledge. If it weren't for some reasons, I had to temporarily seal my cultivation. An ant like you wouldn't even be qualified to see me!"

Ling Ming's tone was indifferent.

At this time, he seemed to be a high and mighty god.

Ye Feng was surprised, but his reaction was very quick.

It seems that this person is just talking and not taking any direct action. Is he trying to unblock the seal on his body?

"Dragon and Lion, enter."

In a moment of thought, Ye Feng commanded the Demon Flame Dragon and Lion to come forward and harass him, delaying the speed of the other party's unblocking.

As for himself, he directly took out the Demon King's Divine Bow and used the "riot" secret method to drive it. With the increase in Yuanli, he shot two arrows in succession!

Two arrows pierced the void, falling to the ground like meteors, and shot toward Lingming.

At this time, only by killing the opponent before he has completed unblocking can there be a chance of survival.

Otherwise, once that person is unsealed, it will be difficult for the two of them to escape.

"Um?"

"Sacred weapon? It's actually a top-level holy weapon?"

Seeing the power of the Demon Emperor's divine bow, Ling Ming was stunned for a moment, and then sneered.

"Such a holy weapon, if you have half-saint cultivation now, you can indeed pose some threat to me. It's just a pity that such a good holy weapon is a waste in the hands of ants like you."

"It's better...dedicate it to me obediently."

The power of the Demon King's divine bow is so powerful that it can easily kill a half-saint instantly.

However, two consecutive arrows did not bring much trouble to Ling Ming.

He raised his finger, his body trembled twice, and a blood-red Yuanli armor took shape. The Yuanqi arrows shot by the all-powerful Demon Emperor's bow only caused two ripples on the Yuanli armor. .

Even the armor couldn't be broken.

Ye Feng was shocked in his heart: "You... are not an ordinary saint!"

If you are in the ordinary holy realm and have only survived one or two heavenly tribulations, then these two arrows are enough to injure the opponent in a state of incomplete unsealing at this moment.

And obviously, Ling Ming's strength is not as simple as just surviving one or two catastrophes.

This made Ye Feng's heart sink to the bottom instantly.

Facing a saint who had survived more than three catastrophes, he had no possibility of resistance.

Could it be that the only way to escape is through teleportation?

"An ant doesn't need to know that much, let alone an ant that is about to die."

Ling Ming did not answer Ye Feng's question, but still spoke in that indifferent and condescending tone.

At the same time, the figure took a step forward and pointed out.

On the fingertips, there was a surge of holy power, which struck the head of the Demon Flame Dragon Lion.

After the Demon Flame Dragon Lion turned over, he stepped back, then stood there and roared continuously, but did not dare to continue to move forward.

Monsters are more sensitive to danger.

It was obvious that the Demon Flame Dragon Lion was also aware of Ling Ming's power and was afraid of it.

"come back."

Ye Feng couldn't bear to let the Demon Flame Dragon Lion suffer a heavy blow. After calling out, he put it into his spirit handbag.

He himself took several pills in a row, opened the Demon Emperor's divine bow with all his strength, and shot another arrow.

This arrow gathered all Ye Feng's strength.

burn one's boats!

There is no other choice. Only by trying his best to severely injure Lingming can he have a chance to survive.

Ye Feng couldn't care less about retaining his strength.

boom!

The force of the arrow hit him hard.

Lingming was still smiling with contempt, not caring about the force of the arrow. He wanted to use the same trick again and block the arrow with the Yuanli armor.

However, when the force of the arrow exploded on his body, his face suddenly changed.

Boom.

This arrow actually pierced through the Yuanli armor and hit his shoulder.

A flash of blood.

"Damn it, a mere ant actually hurt me. I will make you wish you were dead!" Lingming shouted coldly, pointed his finger at his shoulder, and used the holy power to stop the bleeding and heal the wound.

At this moment, his aura was rising step by step, and he was infinitely close to the saint who had survived three heavenly tribulations.

Ye Feng's face turned pale.

The arrow he shot with all his strength only caused Lingming to suffer a minor injury that was not fatal. Now he had no extra strength to continue to use the Demon King Bow.

The holy realm, even the holy realm that sealed his cultivation, made him feel powerless.

The holy power was surging, and a saintly pressure came to his face.

Ye Feng gritted his teeth and stood up, with blood flowing out from his mouth and nose.

"Ant! It is the honor of your life to have the honor to witness my power."

Lingming looked down at Ye Feng like a high god, pointing his finger in the air.

Cold and bone-chilling.

Ye Feng felt the breath of death.

He wanted to move, resist, and escape.

But he was imprisoned in place and couldn't move at all.

"No, no, Senior Brother Ye!"

Yang Zhen, who was terrified, didn't know where he got the courage, flew forward and tried to block for Ye Feng.

"Noisy!"

But Lingming just snorted coldly, waved his hand, and he flew backwards, fell heavily to the ground, and many bones in his body were broken.

"Are you going to die..."

Ye Feng was unwilling, but helpless. He could only watch the power coming in an instant and landing on his forehead.

However, the next moment, he did not feel any pain.

Ye Feng even closed his eyes and prepared to face death, but found that he was not only alive, but also not injured.

What happened?

Ye Feng suddenly opened his eyes and was stunned. He saw that strange little man, who appeared in front of him again at some point, holding a lantern and humming to him.

"The north wind rises, the leaves are drifting, master, in this life, if you don't come, I won't grow old."

Ye Feng was stunned.

What's going on?

Not only he was stunned, but also Lingming.

"How is it possible? My attack is enough to kill ordinary saints of the first and second levels. How can you, a mere boy in the king realm, be unscathed?!"

Lingming stared at Ye Feng with a dead look.

He couldn't understand it at all.

His attack had obviously hit the other party, but the other party didn't die, but... there was no injury at all?

What the hell?