Ye Feng said the word "kill", and the three people behind him moved, like tigers descending from the mountain and pounced out.
Xiao Chuanqi flew to the side of the hall, picked up the corner, and got rid of the two Murong family guards who detained Hong Qingyan, and then brought Hong Qingyan to Ye Feng's side.
"My lord, my mistress is fine!"
Ye Feng nodded slightly, then looked up at Hong Qingyan and found that although she was a little frightened, it was not serious, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.
At this time, Sima Zhantian was already facing Murong Hai, and the entire martial alliance hall erupted with the sound of hunting with fist wind.
With just two moves, Sima Zhantian suppressed his opponent until he retreated continuously, leaving him with almost no power to fight back.
After all, Sima Zhantian is the great master of Huajin, and he has been on the battlefield for many years, and his martial arts skills are extremely impressive, especially for someone with the level of a master like Murong Hai.
With a bang, Murong Hai was injured in the chest and was punched out.
"Death!" Sima Zhantian took advantage of the situation and rushed forward.
"Humph, do you really think we two don't exist?"
The two Murong family members gave a cold shout, and then they flew high like a great roc with spread wings, attacking Sima Zhantian from the left and right.
"It's just a bunch of rats, get out of here!" Sima Zhantian said with fierce anger, punching twice in one breath.
However, the two Murong family priests were not ordinary people. Not only did they catch Sima Zhantian's fist, they even knocked him back a step.
"I didn't expect you two rats to have something!"
Sima Zhantian was not afraid at all but became more and more courageous as he fought. He swooped out again and fought with this tall, short, fat and thin man.
At this time, Shi Qi was going to deal with the followers of the Murong family. Although Shi Qi was only a master of Nei Jin, he was really good at dealing with these followers and guards. In the blink of an eye, he knocked several of them to the ground.
As for the masters of the Martial Alliance, how dare they take action at this time?
During the entire period, Ye Feng was sitting in a wheelchair in the middle of the hall. He looked like a rock and remained unmoved. He did not take any action.
Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, he is just a cripple with a broken leg. He does not have any force at all and relies entirely on his three followers.
However, how did they know that the reason why Ye Feng didn't take action was because of his disdain. A guy like this was not worthy of him taking action!
Xiao Chuanqi stood beside Ye Feng, protecting his master and mistress in case anything unexpected happened.
Sima Zhantian became more and more courageous as he fought, but the skills of the two worshipers were extraordinary, and their martial arts moves were not only diverse but also strange.
After fifty rounds, Sima Zhantian was constantly suppressed and retreated, gradually falling into a disadvantage. What's more terrible is that these two tall, short, fat and thin, each shot was not only full of power, but also full of biting cold.
In just a moment, the temperature of the entire hall dropped a lot. Although it was still late summer, the hall was already bitingly cold.
When Ye Feng saw this, his eyebrows were slowly raised.
Xiao Chuanqi snorted coldly: "My lord, these two people look a little weird. Their internal energy is not only overbearing but also bone-chilling. That guy Zhan Tian was forced to the point where his internal energy may not be running smoothly!"
Ye Feng suddenly hummed: "Unexpectedly, these two people are from the legendary Xuanming Sect!"
"Xuan Ming Sect? They are actually disciples of Xuan Ming Sect. Hasn't Xuan Ming Sect been lost in modern times? How could it be possible..." Xiao Chuanqiu was shocked.
But since the Lord said that they came from the Xuanming Sect, he must be right.
Ye Feng said coldly: "In the last century, Xuanming Sect encountered changes, and there were rumors that they had been expelled. Of course, this is just a rumor. How can ordinary outsiders know the specific situation?"
As the King of the North, Ye Feng naturally knows much more than ordinary people. For example, the Xuanming Sect is definitely not what the rumors say.
The Xuan Ming Sect comes from the northwest, and the sect uses the Xuan Ming Divine Palm as its secret art. Originally, the Xuan Ming Sect was very famous in the Western Regions, but due to an accident in the last century, the entire sect suddenly disappeared.
As for what the accident was, it is more complicated to say, because it also involves the national crisis of the last century.
Xiao Chuanqi exclaimed: "Your Majesty, look at the palm power of the two of them. They are so surging and sinister. Is it possible that they have really cultivated into the Xuanming Divine Palm?"
Ye Feng glanced at it and snorted coldly: "The Xuanming Divine Palm must be practiced by a Huajin master. The two of them are not qualified to do so!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sima Zhantian in front was hit on the shoulder by a palm, and he stumbled backwards and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, the expert worshiper went straight to Huanglong and slapped him on the forehead. If he had hit him hard with this palm, Sima Zhantian's head would have burst.
"Xuan Ming Sect rats, what's the point of fighting one against two? Let grandpa come and meet you!"
Xiao Chuanqi shouted coldly, and the man had already rushed out. He swept his whip leg directly towards the tall and thin worshiper.
As the commander of the First Army in the North, Xiao Chuanqiu's combat power is naturally far more powerful than Sima Zhantian. His whip legs are so majestic that he has the power to break monuments and rocks.
The tall and thin priest was startled. How dare he pat Sima Zhantian again? He waved his hand midway and patted Xiao Chuanqiu on the thigh.
Bang!
The fierce leg power swept over and swept him away. Xiao Chuanqi's body flashed and swept out again. He was practicing a kind of whip kick in ancient martial arts, which was very fierce and domineering.
With one less opponent, Sima Zhantian's pressure dropped sharply and he counterattacked again, instantly suppressing the short and fat man to death.
The situation of the battle suddenly turned upside down. The two Murong family priests were beaten so hard that they retreated until they were almost unable to fight back.
"Damn it, where did these masters come from? We two brothers actually..."
"These two people are too tyrannical. If the fight continues, we and I will definitely tell you to stay here and leave quickly..."
The two shouted coldly, and suddenly clapped their hands, and a dazzling white light burst out from their palms, which was Xuan Ming's true energy, extremely cold.
Sima Zhantian and Xiao Chuanqi didn't dare to confront him head-on, so they had to duck and retreat.
Taking advantage of this moment, the two Xuanming Sect disciples flew away and were about to escape through the back door.
Xiao Chuanqi and the other two rushed to catch up, but it looked like they were already one step behind.
Ye Feng's eyes narrowed when he saw this, and his right hand placed on his thigh suddenly flexed his fingers, and two rays of energy shot out like arrows, hitting the backs of Xuan Ming and Xuan Ming.
"ah……"
Following two miserable screams, Xuan and Ming fell directly to the ground. Their backs were pierced and blood flowed out. They had obviously suffered heavy injuries.
At that time, Xiao Chuanqiu and two others came over and slapped the two so-called Murong family members to death with their big palms.
When Murong Hai, who was lying on the ground, saw this, his face suddenly turned pale, and his whole body seemed to have been pulled away from his spine, and he collapsed directly to the ground.
"Ye Feng, Mr. Ye, I am the head of the Murong family, and King Jiangdong is my father. You can't kill me. You can't kill me. If you want to kill me, my father, King Jiangdong, will never give up!"
Murong Hai cried heartbreakingly and crawled outside.
"You are the one who will be killed. Don't worry, your Jiangdong family will be reunited below soon!" Sima Zhantian rushed over and strangled his throat.
At this moment, Cui Hao and other representatives of several major families in the south of the Yangtze River were already frightened to the point of trembling with fear, their legs were trembling, and some were even scared to the point of peeing.
Plop...
Cui Hao knelt directly on the ground and begged for mercy: "Mr. Ye, I was wrong. This servant knows that I was wrong. I shouldn't have betrayed my promise. But I swear, this is the last time. I will never dare to do it again. Please forgive me."
Spare me one more time!"
Ye Feng didn't bother to look at them anymore. Speaking of which, these people had already given them a chance, but this time, they had obviously touched the reverse scale of him, the king of the north.
"Kill, leave no one behind!"
After Ye Feng finished speaking, he slowly turned the wheelchair, took Hong Qingyan's hand, and walked slowly outside the hall.
