World Wide Martial Art

"What?"

"The will of a saint is comparable to the existence of the laws of heaven..."

"That kid is finished, but it's incredible to actually force Ye Yushang to use this move. Situ."

"Even beings like us will be completely defeated by the will of the saint..."

"Ye Yushang is a person who is well hidden..."

Liu Shuyu, a dark-skinned monk with a bald head and thick eyebrows, and a young man in purple robes and splendid attire, the three of them quickly retreated for hundreds of feet. Only then could they avoid the pressure of the huge will and did not kneel down on the spot.

The eyes of the three people were also full of horror.

The will of a saint can almost turn things around.

With this skill, he is fully capable of joining the first echelon, but Ye Yushang is unobtrusive and even hides it from a few of them.

What does he want to do?

Fortunately, he was forced out by an inconspicuous half-stepping martial artist. At this moment, Liu Shuyu and others felt heavy in their hearts and were full of vigilance against Ye Yushang.

In the center of the battle circle, Ye Feng, who was facing the pressure of the saint's will, turned blood red and his brain became chaotic.

"Kneel down, kneel down, kneel down..."

Only these two words sang repeatedly in my ears.

No matter how strong Ye Feng's martial arts will is, it is difficult to compare with the will of a saint. His footsteps softened and he was about to kneel down like the warriors around him.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from Ye Feng's mind that made him extremely happy: "Hey...how come there is a trace of martial saint's breath? Ye Feng, are you fighting against a martial saint?"

"Yuan Ling, save me!"

Ye Feng was already leaning forward, but the appearance of Yuan Ling made him grit his teeth and straighten his body.

"What? Is that Little Martial Saint trying to kill you?" Yuan Ling asked.

"Nonsense...can you handle it?" Ye Feng could hardly bear it anymore, blood was pouring from his mouth, nose, eyes, and all his orifices.

"If he is that kind of saint warrior with flesh and blood, of course Ben Yuan Ling can't do anything to him, but what's so great about a mere trace of his will?" Yuan Ling sneered and continued, "It's really too much to deceive others. He actually took advantage of Ben Yuan. When the spirit is sleeping, bully the people under the care of the original spirit? Huh, let’s kill this remaining will first.”

Before he finished speaking, a ball of gray light floated above Ye Feng's head and disappeared directly into Ye Yushang's law-like martial spirit.

In an instant, Ye Feng and everyone felt relieved.

The overwhelming and overwhelming aura that blessed him fell apart in an instant, and when Ye Feng came back to his senses, he realized that Yuan Ling had already returned.

"Done..."

It said easily: "The remaining will of that little Martial Saint has been swallowed up by this Yuanling. If you have a chance, you can plunder his Dharma Aspect Yuanqi."

"Plunder the vitality of Dharma?"

"That's right, the Dharma Appearance is the essence of the Martial Saint. The Dharma Appearance's vitality naturally contains a hint of the mystery of the Holy Realm. If you use your divine eyes to calculate it, you may be able to understand the mystery in advance, which will be of great benefit to your cultivation... ..." Yuan Ling nodded and replied.

"Okay!" Ye Feng nodded solemnly.

Will is equivalent to spirit, and will crushing is actually similar to mental attack. It is just a form of thinking state and has no actual combat power.

Now that this trace of the saint's will has disappeared, Ye Feng no longer takes Ye Yushang's Dharma Spirit in his eyes.

A fierce light burst out from his eyes, and he suddenly straightened up, completely regaining his previous majestic posture. Kunpeng Jiutian's movement skills suddenly rushed out, and in a flash, he appeared in front of the obviously dull Faxiang martial spirit.

Then a ball of light cyan flame emerged on his arm, and the green black fire was once again urged out by Ye Feng with all his strength. His entire arm was shining with a faint cyan light at this moment.

"Um?"

Ye Yushang also noticed something was wrong.

I don't have much condensed saint's will, but it should be no problem to activate it three or two times. Why did it only exist for a few breaths and then disappear without a trace?

"Ancestor?"

"Holy Ancestor?"

No matter how loud he shouted, he would never think that the saint's will, which he relied on, would be swallowed up by Yuan Ling silently.

"Your ancestor doesn't want you anymore."

"Now, take a punch from me!"

Amidst the roar, all the strength of Ye Feng's whole body seemed to be concentrated on his right arm at this moment. A ferocious look passed over his face. He waved his arm, and his fist with light blue flames struck the body firmly. Above the Dharma Appearance Martial Spirit.

This punch was made by Ye Feng in anger, releasing all the power, Yuanli and even the green black fire in his body.

"Bang!"

Ye Yushang's Faxiang Martial Spirit punched to resist, but in the face of Ye Feng's concentrated and angry punch, as well as the sharpness and dominance of the green black fire, the Faxiang Martial Spirit's arm melted into nothingness.

Green flames swept up, and soon, the entire solemn and solemn Dharma Spirit was surrounded by flames, and a dull roar was raging in the flames.

Slowly, and finally under the gaze of countless shocked eyes, the whole thing suddenly exploded and turned into unique vitality.

"Huh? Dharma phase vitality?"

Ye Feng's eyes flashed, his arms danced wildly, and his evergreen veins turned on the devouring mode, absorbing the strange vitality wrapped in the green black fire into his body.

"ah……"

Ye Yushang's figure flew out upside down, dragging a hundred-foot ditch on the ground before he stood still in an extremely embarrassed state.

"Pfft!"

Ye Yushang spurted out a mouthful of blood. Needless to say, there was no need to describe the terrifying expression on Ye Yushang's face. He never thought that he would be injured by a semi-virtual warrior.

The dharma of the saint and the will of the saint.

Now, the saint's will has disappeared without a trace, and even the vitality of the law has been robbed by the other party using strange means. This mouthful of old blood, he is not unjust.

The surroundings of Dragon King City seemed to have fallen into silence at this moment.

Even Liu Shuyu and others, who were hundreds of feet away in mid-air, looked at Ye Feng with extremely cautious eyes.

This kid can injure Ye Yushang, but if Ye Yushang uses his magic soul, his strength is not inferior to the others.

In other words, although the young warriors who are halfway in front of them may not be able to hurt them, they still have the strength to join the first echelon.

This... is incredible.

Can you join the first echelon just by stepping into the void? With such talent and strength, even the top few peerless geniuses in the entire Yuanwu Continent would pale in comparison to the person in front of him.

At the same time, many warriors around him could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If Ye Yushang hadn't taken the lead and discovered Ye Feng's true strength, I'm afraid there would have been a large number of blind warriors who coveted the teleportation talisman and turned against Ye Feng.

If that were the case, many people would surely suffer greatly.