World Wide Martial Art

In the Holy Tower of Inheritance, Ye Feng stepped into the spiritual light portal and felt a huge pressure coming on him, as if he was in the deep sea.

The bright light that occupied his eyes gradually dissipated. Ye Feng looked around and saw that he appeared in a broken world.

This seems to be the inner space of the Holy Tower of Inheritance, a broken small world, a desolate bloody battlefield, the sky is broken into half, hanging in the air crookedly, the deep and dark void comes into view, as if it can absorb Walk the soul.

The earth is red, blood energy floats between the sky and the earth, forming a thick blood mist. Within Ye Feng's field of vision, there are all broken limbs and broken arms. Countless broken swords, guns, swords and halberds are abandoned everywhere, and blood is flowing everywhere.

Vaguely, Ye Feng saw in the blood mist in the distance, there seemed to be several high mountains, releasing hot air waves, but the color was dim and gray, and he did not know what they were.

"What is this place?"

Ye Feng frowned slightly. He felt very depressed here. The world was shattered, as if the world was about to be destroyed. It was hard to imagine how terrible a battle had happened here.

"Is this an illusion condensed by the inheritance holy tower, or does it really exist?"

Ye Feng was confused. Logically speaking, such a scene should be virtual. If it existed in real life, how powerful must the ancestors of the Ye family be to accommodate this world into a tower.

But this world felt extremely real to Ye Feng. On the bloody battlefield, it seemed that he could vaguely hear roars and wailings. They were the roars of the innocent souls who died here.

At this moment, a golden light suddenly lit up in the sky. The golden light fell from the broken sky, like a golden star. In an instant, it came to Ye Feng and saw a gold list.

There are five flamboyant words written on the top of the gold list: List of Talents in Heaven and Earth.

And on the top of the list, there are names shining with golden light, numbering a thousand in total.

"Li Huankong, Zhou Xiaojie, Bai Min..."

Ye Feng looked at the top three names on the list. The golden light of these three names shone like little suns, with a strong majesty.

"This list is a list of prodigies from heaven and earth competing for supremacy. Only heaven-level cyclones are eligible to compete for ranking on the list, and those who can be ranked on it are all dragons and phoenixes among men, and are the best among heaven-level cyclones."

A majesty

The sound suddenly sounded, as if floating from ancient times, flowing slowly between heaven and earth.

Ye Feng looked around and saw no one speaking, but heard the voice continue to sound, "As a descendant of my Ye family, if I want to inherit the holy martial arts, I must be on the list of talents in the world, and I must be among the top nine hundred. , Only by inheriting my Ye family’s holy law can we avoid losing the reputation of the Ye family!”

The voice was majestic and majestic, like the sound of heaven that shook the ruins of this broken world.

Ye Feng was shocked and his eyes flashed. Is this a test of inheritance? It seems interesting.

On the list of talents in the world, only heaven-level cyclones are eligible to compete for the list, and only the best among them can be ranked on it.

Shengcang Continent is extremely huge, and although sky-level cyclones are rare, no one has counted the exact number.

It's just a number of thousands... Ye Feng thinks this is impossible. If there are really thousands of heaven-level cyclones, then even if you pick just one from a hundred, you can become ten saints. However, it is rare for a saint to come out in a thousand years. This proves the heaven-level of Shengcang Continent. There are less than a thousand cyclones.

"The people on this list may also be heaven-level cyclones from other worlds, or the list of talents in the world is not just in Shengcang Continent, but the geniuses from all over the world compete for the list."

Ye Feng gained memories of his past life, although they were not many, but he also knew that the world was vast. Although the Holy Cang Continent was vast, it was only one of countless worlds in the vast universe.

Therefore, Ye Feng guessed that this list of talents in the world may be from many worlds, and it is possible to gather so many geniuses of heaven-level cyclones.

Ye Feng's heart was agitated, and he was eager to win. Talents from other worlds can be on the list, why can't he?

Moreover, being on the list is also related to whether he can inherit the holy martial arts from his ancestors. He is determined to learn the holy magic and must go all out.

"It's not the top of the list, it's just the top 900. Could it be that I, Ye Feng, can't do it?"

Ye Feng cheered himself up, clenched his fists and looked at the sky.

"I want to compete for the rankings!"

Ye Feng looked up to the sky and shouted. The voice should be the spiritual message left by the ancestors of the Ye family, and he could hear him.

"Okay, as a descendant of my Ye family, it is not easy for you to awaken the heaven-level cyclone. I also hope that you can awaken the heaven-level cyclone."

You can show off your talents and make the list. "

The voice continued to sound, and the tone was calm and without any emotion. Ye Feng's guess was correct. It was just a weak spiritual thought.

"This world will open up to you, and the never-ending battle will come. You must be fully prepared and persist until the end. If you fall, the test will be over. Whether you can be on the list depends on you. performance during this battle.”

The voice sounded again, "The Talent List of Heaven and Earth will judge your potential, understanding, fighting talent, etc. based on your performance. Your ranking will be judged based on your performance. It is absolutely fair and just."

"good."

Ye Feng nodded. Although he did not know the specific situation of this list of talents in the world, but it could cover many worlds and allow countless talents to compete for it, so it should be absolutely fair.

But it was the battle in the voice that made Ye Feng look forward to it, the never-ending battle...how powerful the enemy was, and how long he could hold on.

These are what Ye Feng wants to find out. Ever since he awakened the heaven-level cyclone, gained the memory of his past life, and awakened the fire of reincarnation, Ye Feng himself did not know how strong he was. He always relied on his own feeling and believed that he was invincible at the same level, but whether Invincible, let’s see actual combat!

"Come on, I'm ready!"

Ye Feng adjusted his condition, breathed steadily, clenched his fists and stood ready.

"In this world, there are ten pieces of the setting sun, which contain the power of the sun, which can fully restore you and increase your potential talents. While fighting, you must try to obtain the power of the sun as much as possible, so even if you cannot be named Making the list is a bit rewarding.”

The voice spoke calmly, but it reminded Ye Feng, which also surprised Ye Feng. Are the ten pieces of the setting sun the broken sun he thought?

If it were really a fragment of the sun, that would be terrible. What terrible battles had occurred on this battlefield to shatter the sun?

When Ye Feng was shocked, the voice completely disappeared and never appeared again, and the thick blood mist between heaven and earth also slowly receded, and the bloody earth continued to reveal its true appearance. Endless killings surged between heaven and earth. There was a breeze blowing, which was particularly special. Desolate.

"This is……"

As the blood mist receded, the bloody land appeared completely in Ye Feng's eyes. This was an ancient battlefield.