World Wide Martial Art

The soul blood hand absorbs human essence and blood, making it indestructible. Situ Reading.\\nCOM

"Boom!"

The four people in the Soul Yuan Blood Palace were preparing to witness the tragic situation of Senior Brother Li with their own eyes. However, they suddenly found a figure appearing under the huge bloody hand.

The figure held the sky with both palms, and the bloody shadow in the sky seemed to be rushed away by him, stopping in mid-air and unable to fall.

"Who is not afraid of death! Dare to ruin the good deeds of my Soul Yuan Blood Palace!"

Seeing the scene in front of them, the four people had solemn expressions in their eyes, and demonic energy spurted out from their bodies. The leader even spurted out a mouthful of blood, causing the power of the huge bloody hand to expand unprecedentedly.

This Soul Yuan Blood Hand condenses the energy of four of their sixth-level warriors, plus absorbs the blood essence of earth-level monsters. Its strength is far beyond what ordinary seventh- and eighth-level warriors in the virtual realm can withstand.

In the eyes of the four of them, Senior Brother Li from Chidori Zai and this guy who ran out of nowhere to intervene would definitely be swatted away like watermelons by the bloody hand, and their essence and blood would be sucked to death.

However, the situation was beyond the four people's expectations.

The young figure supporting the bloody hand suddenly let out a loud roar and a "bang", and the bloody handprint that was all over the sky was actually broken by him. Then, the blood energy on all sides appeared in front of it. After pouring into the gap, the originally powerful bloody palms faded away in an instant, and finally turned into blood-red air currents, dissipating between the sky and the earth.

"how……"

"How can this be?"

The four people looked at each other, including Senior Brother Li who had narrowly escaped death and another person from Chidori Zhai, with unbelievable and horrified expressions in their eyes.

"This person?"

"Who is it?"

Amidst the surging blood, a straight and upright figure was revealed in front of everyone. Looking at the four demon sect warriors who were frightened, the man uttered a few words calmly:

"Wan Jue Sect, Ye Feng!"

The four people in the Soul Yuan Blood Palace stared at the young man in front of them with livid faces, as if they were seeing a visitor from outside the world.

After hearing the name reported by Ye Feng, they couldn't help but froze.

I didn't hear that such a famous figure appeared on Zhengdao's side. Instead, after hearing Ye Feng's name, Chidori Zhai and the two people looked happy and consciously stood behind Ye Feng.

The last time the demon sect participated in the Tianlong Secret Realm, there were only two sects, Mo Yuan and Moon Demon. Those who knew Ye Feng’s background were only those demon saints. The eight sects of the demon sect were in a similar situation to the righteous ones, and each branch was experiencing severe civil strife. , it is naturally impossible to share confidential information with other sects.

No one in the Soul Yuan Blood Palace has ever heard of the name "Ye Feng", which makes sense.

But the strength Ye Feng showed shocked them to the bottom of their hearts, almost making them confused.

"Boss, am I right? How come this kid is at the third level of virtual realm?"

"Could it be that he has hidden his cultivation? He can defeat the soul blood hand that the four of us jointly inspired with one strike. How is this cultivation possible?"

"There is no doubt that this person is only at the third level of the virtual realm, but how did he break through the bloody hand of soul essence? You must know that the blow just now was enough to kill the eighth level of the virtual realm..."

"According to my guess, this kid must have used a powerful spiritual weapon? And as far as I know, the cost of using those infinitely powerful spiritual weapons again in a short period of time is very high, so why not...hehe."

After carefully observing Ye Feng, the leader of the Soul Yuan Blood Palace relaxed his eyes.

He has determined that Ye Feng is only at the third level of virtual realm.

This level of cultivation, no matter how awesome or powerful it is, can't make him take it too seriously.

This kid just forced his way forward, and he should have used a powerful spiritual weapon. And the status of a person with such a spiritual weapon is definitely not simple. He may be a Holy Land-level genius. If he can be killed, the powerful spiritual weapon will fall. Not to mention that in their own hands, the merit of killing a Holy Land-level genius would also allow them to receive an astonishing amount of rewards.

It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

In an instant, the fear in the hearts of several Soul Yuan Blood Palace disciples disappeared, replaced by greed and covetousness, as if Ye Feng appearing in front of them at this moment was just a treasure mountain with overwhelming spiritual energy.

"That must be the case. Otherwise, how could this kid, with his mere third-level cultivation in the virtual realm, dare to participate in the war between us? As long as we kill them, everything on the other side will belong to you and me..."

Looking at the greed on the faces of the four people in the Soul Yuan Blood Palace and their lustful eyes, Ye Feng seemed to turn a blind eye.

He shook his arm and held the Burning Moon Knife in his palm.

A faint red light flashed from the sharp blade, and at the same time, a domineering and powerful sword intent rushed towards the face, causing the four people not far away to feel a kind of stabbing pain like a knife, causing them to take a step back, feeling in their hearts There is also a bit more vigilance in the depths.

The four demon sect disciples at the sixth level of the virtual realm are not worthy of Ye Feng's use of heaven-level martial arts such as "Shifang Baguquan" and "Jingtao Paiyun Palm".

The Burning Moon Sword, a high-grade Xuan-level spiritual weapon, has not been used for a long time. It was just a good time to take it out to practice and become familiar with the sword skills and the seeds of sword intent.

"Friends of Wan Jue Sect... this is a matter between our Soul Yuan Blood Palace and Qiandori Zhai. The elder of our palace, King Realm, is also nearby. You'd better not meddle in other people's business to avoid getting into trouble."

The leader of the Soul Yuan Blood Palace is somewhat knowledgeable.

Now he dare not underestimate Ye Feng, a young warrior at the third level of virtual realm.

The sword had such a sharp aura before he even took action, making him feel a strong crisis. Especially after seeing Ye Feng's calm face, even a fool could guess that the young man in front of him was by no means simple.

"Getting into trouble? You don't have the ability yet!"

Ye Feng let out a faint smile. What qualifications do four sixth-level warriors in the virtual realm have to say such things to him?

Moreover, it is not a personal grudge between the "Soul Yuan Blood Palace" and the "Thousand Birds Palace". The war between good and evil has begun. In Ye Feng's eyes, the warriors of the Demon Sect are just points on the Demon Slaying Order.

"Boss, stop talking nonsense with this kid. Maybe this guy is a strong man but is deliberately delaying time for someone to come to rescue him. We'll kill him later."

"Do it."

The leading Soul Yuan Blood Palace disciple nodded heavily, his eyes were scarlet red. If this kid hadn't come out to disrupt the situation, the two Chidorisai warriors behind him would have been dead souls under their palms.

"Soul Essence Thorn!"

"Soul-Chasing Palm!"

"Destroying hand!"

The other three people had obviously been prepared for a long time. As soon as they heard the boss's words, powerful bloody energy burst out from their bodies. None of the four dared to look down on Ye Feng. What they displayed at this moment were all their own abilities. The strongest martial arts.

With a strong fishy wind and strong pressure, four rays of light with different shades but the same blood-red color struck Ye Feng head-on.

"Since you are seeking death yourself, then I will accept your soul and blood essence."

Four against one, four six-layers against one three-layer, you can't beat them, so what's the point of living?

The soul-stirring sinister laughter resounded in Ye Feng’s ears...