How does Ye Feng know about the Tang family? What does that have to do with him? He needs strength and knows how much he weighs.
"Go to hell!"
Ye Feng's lack of saltiness once again angered Tang Hou. He stopped talking nonsense and patted the empty bag on his waist, and a long blue sword flew out.
The long sword circled for a moment, then made a clear sword buzz with a buzzing sound. The sword pointed at Ye Feng, like a bloodthirsty monster, ready for a fatal blow at any time.
"kill!"
A lion must fight a rabbit with all his strength. Tang Hou hated Ye Feng so much that he actually ruined his good deeds at the critical moment. He did not hold back any of his blows.
"kill!"
The other two young people in the late stage of Qi Condensation were also leaders of the younger generation. They were already wary of Ye Feng, but they didn't know much about martial arts. They also shouted loudly, each took out a long sword, and took action one after another.
"Well done!"
Ye Feng patted the void bag, and a long sword flew out. He raised his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, and used his two fingers to draw the sword technique. This was the starting move of Zhu Xian's sword technique, "Sword Points to the Eight Desolations".
This sword was naturally not the Qinggang Sword. The sword had been returned to Feng Ling. He had picked up the sword and was being chased by Qian Mu and his men. He could have killed them but gave up in the end.
Before leaving, I saw that the sword that the old man dropped on the ground was not bad, so I picked it up as a trophy. I wanted to practice the Zhuxian sword technique when I had time. Since I didn't have a sword before, I didn't practice much after arriving in this world.
And the reason why he drew his sword was because he felt danger.
The three long swords glowed with a blue light. Before the swords arrived, a fishy smell had already hit their faces. They were obviously not ordinary objects. The Tang Sect was full of poison cultivators. These long swords were obviously extremely poisonous.
"Well!"
As soon as Ye Feng took out the long sword, Tang Hou was stunned and even his hand relaxed.
It was really hard for him to understand, wasn't it said that this boy was sent here by the Ye family in the wilderness for a trial, how could he come up with such a broken sword.
How could a descendant of the Ye family in the wilderness not even have a decent flying sword? Or should I say that this kid is humiliating himself?
"This is too much!"
Thinking of this, Tang Hou was so angry that he almost spit out another mouthful of blood, cursed secretly, and tried his best.
"Ding ding ding!"
With a dense sound of gold and iron clashing, the three blue swords were all hit and fell to the ground.
"Fuck!"
Tang Hou cursed and looked extremely ugly.
This attack was almost done with all the strength, but even if the three of them worked together, they were still easily defeated.
What was even more difficult for him to accept was that they were only using swordsmanship. Such swordsmanship could easily resist magical attacks, and even the sword was knocked to the ground. It was simply unheard of.
The art of sword control is a magic technique. Although their cultivation is limited and their attack power and changes are not much, it is ridiculous to say how they can resist the attack speed with their martial arts.
It is actually very simple to say. Martial arts are physical attacks, which are activated by human tissues and organs. They are determined by the human body's own conditions. The reaction speed of muscles and nerves is bound to be limited, so the movement speed is naturally not fast.
Techniques mainly rely on mental power. To put it bluntly, they hit wherever they think. The power comes from the Qi of cultivation. Command relies on thoughts. The faster you think, the faster you attack.
Therefore, it is completely impossible to use martial arts to fight against spells. You can't even touch them, you can only get beaten.
But the reality of the scene completely shattered their self-confidence. They held a broken sword and swung it around, causing the so-called magic attack to immediately collapse.
Just kidding, the art of sword control refers to the word "control". Although the sword flies out, it is still controlled by a person. It is not like throwing a stone. If you throw it out, you can't control it.
From an intuitive point of view, Yujian is like a modern smart guided missile. Once it is launched, it can continuously correct the attack target through remote control. It is not like an artillery shell. You can't control it after it is fired, and you have to leave it to fate whether it hits or not.
Therefore, the sword attack is not a one-time attack. Once launched, it will inevitably be a continuous and continuous pursuit. Either the caster will withdraw, or the caster will be knocked away due to the disparity in strength.
But now it's too weird. It's obviously not because of lack of strength, otherwise the sword would fly away instead of falling to the ground.
The current situation was like their sword-managing skills had been interrupted, the sword lost control and fell to the ground.
This is indeed how Tang Hou feels. Once the sword flies out, it is like a mud cow entering the sea, and the connection is cut off. What is the point of wielding a sword?
In fact, this is really no wonder Tang Hou. The name of Zhu Xian Sword Technique is very obvious. The sword technique specially designed to kill immortals is not that simple. It is a pity that he does not know Zhu Xian Sword Technique.
In fact, this was because Ye Feng was using his sword skills for the first time. Although he was already familiar with the four moves of Zhu Xian, he lacked experience in fighting enemies, and he himself didn't know what his sword skills were like.
But as soon as he used it, his confidence exploded, and he knew the incredible power of the sword technique.
Rather than saying that he is wielding the sword against the enemy, it is better to say that the sword is controlling him.
When he poured his true energy into the long sword, once he started his sword technique, he couldn't stop at all. He was like a machine pushed by the long sword, and inexplicably shot down the three incoming swords. How could he not be confused?
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"Haha! Don't you find it boring to show off your swordsmanship this time and make people look embarrassed?"
Ye Feng laughed and spoke out.
Although he has no experience against the enemy, he is not stupid. He can't figure out what is going on, and his opponent will be even more confused.
Originally, he was not sure of winning, so he delayed as long as he could, hoping that half a stick of incense would pass quickly. Once the suppression here was restored, it would be his world.
As for Ye Minsheng, he can't take care of it anymore. I believe Xiaolang will not let him down if he takes the initiative to ask for help.
"snort!"
Tang Hou was pounding in his heart and could only snort coldly.
It was so weird that he really couldn't figure out the reason, but now he was riding a tiger and it was hard to get off. The arrow was on the string and he had to shoot. There was no way out.
"Set up a formation and fight him!"
Tang Hou's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. After gritting his teeth, he patted the empty bag on his waist and several vials flew out.
The other two people followed the same pattern and offered several vials.
The faces of the three people were filled with expressions of pain. It was obvious that these things were extremely precious and they were very reluctant to part with them.
"Bang bang bang!"
The three of them crushed the vial, and smoke of different colors instantly floated up, followed by waves of stench. It was obvious that these were highly poisonous substances.
Before Ye Feng could react, the smoke began to merge, and within a few breaths, each formed a black ball the size of a fist.
The ball floats in the air and rotates slowly. Each time it rotates, its color changes, just like a colorful neon light.
Ye Feng didn't know what it was, and there was no way to deal with it. Anyway, what he wanted most was to delay time, and simply remained unchanged in response to all changes, just holding his sword and guarding secretly.
It sounds slow, but in reality it only took a few breaths. All the seven colors of the three small balls flashed through, and finally turned into a crystal clear glass color.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
At the moment when the color was fixed, all three small balls exploded, forming a burst of black mist. In less than a breath, the black mist enveloped dozens of feet in radius, and the scene became dark, so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.