World Wide Martial Art

"Huh..."

The ninth level of the Holy Realm is the most terrifying existence Ye Feng has ever faced. If he is not careful, he will die. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website

The Demon Pingxian brought endless pressure to Ye Feng. Fighting with him, Ye Feng was like walking on a tightrope, his body and mind were hanging. At this moment, there was not even a slag left of the Demon Pingxian, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, under the heavy pressure, Ye Feng's improvement was also huge. He had a deeper understanding of the laws of space and fully mastered his own power.

Even, Ye Feng felt that after the battle between the Demon Pavilion and the Demon Soul Clan was over, he could try to break through and reach the fourth level of the Holy Realm.

Ye Feng sighed in his heart, but he didn't realize that there were stiff figures standing around him, with dull eyes and lifeless eyes, staring at him.

"Huh?"

After Ye Feng noticed something, he couldn't help but look around. On his left and right, the two sides of the battle had already stopped, and some even didn't notice that the weapons in their hands fell to the ground, and they all stared at him in amazement.

"Shen Feng..." Kong Tuoling, who was seriously injured after his heart was pierced by Mo Pingxian, came over with his hands on his chest. He was still a little dazed, with a bit of disbelief, and asked in a hoarse voice: "You killed Mo Pingxian?" "Yes." Ye Feng blinked, and realized how shocked he was. "Half-step to the God Realm, just died in your hands?" Kong Tuoling opened his mouth wide, surprised and unable to breathe. He seemed to stop Mo Pingxian just now, but was severely injured by a sword and almost died. Half-step to the God Realm, the strength is terrifying, but such an existence was killed by Ye Feng. "You..." Kong Tuoling was silent for a long time, and finally opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. He looked at Ye Feng silently and suddenly shook his head. "Forget it, you are a pervert." "Huh?" Ye Feng looked at Kong Tuoling suspiciously, why did he curse for no reason. At this moment, the two sides of the battle heard what Kong Tuoling said, but nodded together, seeming to agree with Kong Tuoling very much. "Mo Pingxian is dead, why don't you surrender, you evildoers?"

At this time, a demon pavilion prodigy suddenly laughed. He was very proud and looked at the demon soul clan with a happy look in his eyes.

When the battle started, the two sides fought fiercely, and there were casualties all the time. The battle was extremely tense, and the reason was Mo Pingxian, who was half a step into the divine realm.

The demon pavilion prodigies were all at the seventh or eighth level of the holy realm, and the strongest was only at the peak of the eighth level.

This is because the demon pavilion is the power center of the demon clan in the Sea of ​​Death. When the prodigies reach the ninth level of the holy realm, they will be sent out to guard the territories of various parties, and at the same time, they will be trained to prepare for breaking through the divine realm.

Therefore, when the demon soul clan attacked, although there were many prodigies in the demon pavilion, and the number of holy realms was nearly 30% more than that of the demon soul clan, they still couldn't get any good results, because their peak combat power was not as good as the other side.

At present, Mo Pingxian was killed by Ye Feng, the demon soul clan was leaderless, and the number of holy realms was far less than that of the demon pavilion, so it was impossible to win.

"Swish!"

A Tianjiao suddenly attacked, and stabbed the chest of the Demon Soul Clan general with a spear, instantly crushing his internal organs.

"Run, run!"

"The second young master is dead, we can't fight anymore!"

"Retreat from the Demon Pavilion, retreat quickly!"

A roar came, and the Demon Soul Clan generals led the soldiers to fight and retreat. They were not afraid of death, but they knew that continuing to fight would only increase casualties.

A battle with unequal combat power will only be a one-sided slaughter.

Instead of taking the tribe to die, it is better to wait for the existence of the God Realm to decide the outcome.

In this world, power determines everything, especially when two major forces fight, the winner is never at the bottom, but at the top combat power.

No matter how many holy realms there are, as long as there is a God Realm, they can be easily suppressed. As long as Mo Pingtian defeats the high priest, the Demon Pavilion is doomed to be destroyed, and there is no other possibility.

The Demon Soul Clan soldiers in the Demon Pavilion fled in defeat, and a group of Tianjiao chased them, while Ye Feng looked up at the sky.

The moment Ye Feng killed Mo Pingxian, Mo Wutian had already noticed it. Even though he was in danger under the attack of the high priest, the death of his flesh and blood still made him shaken and unable to control himself.

"Shen Feng!"

Mo Wutian stared at Ye Feng, his pupils seemed to pop out, and he hated to kill Ye Feng regardless of life and death.

Mo Pingxian attacked Ye Feng, firstly to avenge his third brother, and secondly to follow Mo Wutian's wishes. Now that Mo Pingxian died at the hands of Ye Feng, Mo Wutian felt guilty and felt that he had killed his second son.

"Hehe."

At this moment, the high priest also noticed that Ye Feng killed Mo Pingxian, and couldn't help but smile, and said in a playful voice: "Do you know who helped me erase the inner demon?"

"Bang!"

Mo Wutian retracted his sight, hastily blocked a magical power, and flew back to look at the high priest.

"Who is it!" Mo Wutian felt something was wrong, but he couldn't help looking at the high priest and asked in a hoarse voice. "It's Shen Feng." The high priest smiled calmly. Mo Wutian's face froze, and his consciousness was in a trance. He had three sons, two of whom had died at the hands of Ye Feng. Mo Wutian expected that the high priest had gone astray and was unable to fight again, so he intended to destroy the Demon Pavilion. Now he failed because of Ye Feng, and all this was just because of a small holy realm. A moment of distraction is a fatal flaw in the battle of the divine realm. The high priest said that Ye Feng solved the inner demon, which was a move to attack the heart, which made Mo Wutian's mind waver. "Withered and Flourishing Sword Light!"

The high priest shouted low, pointed out his scepter, and a cold light shone on the nine states. The shocking sword light burst out from the blood crystal. The law of withering and glory was integrated into the sword light. Wherever it passed, everything declined.

This sword light was pointed directly at the center of Mo Wutian's eyebrows. It struck at the moment when he lost consciousness, catching him off guard and making him unable to resist.

Seeing the light of Ku Rong's sword penetrating through, Mo Wutian's black hair on his temples turned gray and turned into fly ash and dispersed. His cheeks tightened and he shouted in shock and anger: "When are you planning to see this!"

This word without beginning or end resounded through the sky, but suddenly caused huge waves on the sea. A strong demon man surrounded by demonic aura, with thunder patterns on his body and a fish fin on his back rose up into the sky to block the waves. Withering sword light.

At the same time, the sky shook, and a giant demon palm crushed down. On the back of the palm, an old man clasped his hands behind his back, looking down at the high priest proudly.

And in the void, a figure also rushed out. It was a middle-aged demon, wearing purple gold armor and holding a mountain-breaking ax, aiming at the high priest and slashing it down.

"Hu Qianzhong, today is the day you die."

In the shadow next to the high priest, a short demon with a sinister eyebrow and a pair of swords suddenly appeared and stabbed the high priest in the back of the head.

"Hahaha!"

In the blink of an eye, the high priest was trapped in a tight siege, and the four demons who suddenly appeared were all at the eighth level of the divine realm. They were at the same level as Mo Wutian, and they were extremely powerful.

The five demons in front of him were the heads of each of the five major demon clans. Their lineup was unprecedented, but with such powerful enemies surrounding them, the high priest not only showed no fear, but instead looked up to the sky and laughed with great joy.

"Mo Wutian, aren't you surprised that you are only at the eighth level of the divine realm, but you have been in my hands for so long?"

The high priest said calmly. These words made Mo Wutian and the other four demons shrink their pupils.

"I have known for a long time that you five demon clans have been plotting against our Demon Pavilion for a long time. I have kept you alive until now, waiting for them!"