The sharpness of this sword is beyond everyone's imagination!
Without everyone's response, Ying Tianxia tried his best to pay all the price and the kill was crushed by the killing, and his body was cut in two pieces by the rolling sword energy.
Clean and neat!
The only remaining blood stained the bronze bird fighting platform red.
The pungent smell of blood drifted in the air.
At this moment, everyone opened their mouths and looked at them in disbelief, their eyes full of incredibleness.
"One sword...it's over!"
"How could there be such a terrifying sword? I didn't even see clearly! How did Ye Feng do it! How did Ye Feng's sword skills have reached! And there are three Yanhuang swords in Ye Feng's hand. The mother's energy of all things, such a giant sword can be regarded as a magic weapon, right?"
"The human and sword are united, and the mind and spirit are shared. The power of this sword is probably even stronger than we imagined!"
"Hahahahaha! Who can beat this sword? Young Master Ye is worthy of being the number one genius of my Great Xia Dynasty!"
"Happy! Happy! If there is strong wine, it will be white!"
"Dad is so awesome!"
Xin Xin puffed her palms happily, and her bright eyes were full of worship.
Ye Ang exhaled a breath of turbid air, his tense body relaxed slightly, and a burst of pride also arose in his heart!
He knew that Ye Feng was constantly getting stronger!
"One day, I will bring your mother back!" Ye Ang thought of Ye Feng's promise, sniffed, his eyes full of hope.
Tang Ying's eyes were filled with joy and admiration, and two dimples appeared on both sides of her cheeks.
"It's amazing!"
The master of the Great Xia Dynasty murmured in his heart, and his eyes looking at Ye Feng became colder.
Ye Feng's growth rate has exceeded his expectations, which means that Ye Feng has gradually become uncontrollable!
Regarding Ye Feng, the master of the Daxia Dynasty never thought of letting him continue to live. Now he is just squeezing Ye Feng's surplus value.
"It seems that some things have to be advanced!" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the master of the Great Xia Dynasty.
On the other side,
The aliens had no face. Looking at Ying Tianxia's body split into two, his heart was extremely palpitations, and he was both shocked and afraid of Ye Feng.
The alien race has always admired the strong and is proud of its own bloodline. Before that, the alien race has won the leader of the genius conference twice.
But this time, the strong men of the alien race died in Ye Feng's hands again and again, which undoubtedly cast a haze on the hearts of the alien race.
"I will cut off Ye Feng's head with my own hands! I will show the glory of the alien race again!"
It was at this moment that Ying Wushuang's voice sounded.
In this situation, he must stand up, otherwise the face of the alien race will be really trampled by Ye Feng!
Listening to what Ying Wushuang said, the hearts of the alien race gradually let go. They trust Ying Wushuang extremely, and believe that as long as Ying Wushuang takes action, Ye Feng will undoubtedly die!
This is the eldest son of their king, and he has the purest bloodline!
This is the king who will take charge of the entire alien race in the future. It is naturally no problem to kill Ye Feng!
Here on the Holy See.
Ouyang Yuanwu brows deeply and said in a low voice: "Sir Augustine, Ye Feng is more terrifying than we expected. Are you sure enough? The Holy See... I can't afford to lose this battle!"
"Mr. Ouyang Don't worry, no matter how powerful Ye Feng is, he will die under my sword of judgment. There will be no accidents! I will take Ye Feng's head back to the Holy See and nail it to the pillar of judgment!" Augustine's expression Cold, confident.
Feeling the power of faith emerging from Augustine, Ouyang Yuanwu's hanging heart gradually let go.
The future son of the Holy See is unreasonable to lose to Ye Feng!
The sea tribe.
A strand of evil spirit appeared on Wan Yuan's body and said coldly: "Is this Ye Ang's father who dares to blaspheme the little princess? He has some ability!"
"Uncle Wan..."
The little princess Bian Yuan was interrupted by Wan Yuan as soon as she spoke: "This is the order of Lord Aquarius. I hope the princess will not obstruct his subordinates from doing things, otherwise I will not be able to report to Lord Aquarius!"
Listening to this, Princess Bianyuan lowered her head and felt extremely guilty. She didn't expect that an impulse that day would bring so much trouble to Ye Ang and his father.
"sorry!"
The little princess Bian Yuan blinked her beautiful eyes and couldn't help but look at the platform. Looking at Ye Ang's erect body, her heart was extremely confused.
Looking at the aggrieved little princess Bian Yuan's appearance, Ji Zhongyue sighed softly. She knew better than anyone else how terrifying the bloodline of Princess Bian Yuan was. She carries the hope of the sea clan and wants to have something to do with Ye Ang.
The difficulty of intersection is unimaginable!
Unless... Ye Feng and Ye Ang, the father and son, can suppress the entire sea clan!
Otherwise... there is no possibility between Ye Ang and Little Princess Bian Yuan!
"Ye Feng won this battle!"
But after a while, Zhu Xingchen, the voice of the old prince Zhu sounded.
At this time, Ye Feng put away the Yanhuang sword and returned to his camp step by step.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Ye Feng felt an extremely cold and dangerous murderous intent.
Ye Feng turned around and collided with Zhao Yiming's eyes.
"It's him!"
Ye Feng stared at Zhao Yiming and finally found something wrong with this person, but he couldn't tell exactly where the wrong was.
Looking at Ye Feng's eyes, Zhao Yiming did not avoid it this time, but instead showed an extremely strange smile.
"What's wrong?" Wang Junwan looked at Ye Feng's expression and asked.
"It's nothing. I found someone with problems, but it doesn't matter." Ye Feng said calmly.
No matter what secrets Zhao Yiming has, if he is an enemy of him, he will be killed with one sword!
At this point, all the thirty-two strongholds have been decided!
Without any interruption, the top 16 battle officially began!
Soon, under the guidance of Zhu Xingchen and Old Prince Zhu, the thirty-two strong men rushed to the fighting platform again and took the second draw of lottery.
This time, Ye Feng's opponent is from the Holy See, Alan, the third heir in the Temple of Light, and a powerful man of the peak level!
Although Allen is only the peak of power, the Temple of Light has an extremely terrifying curse technique. It is rumored that he can kill people above the level, and kill people invisibly, which is unpredictable!
A quarter of an hour later, the draw ended and the quarterfinals officially began!
"Zhao Yiming, the alien race Song Lian!"
As Zhu Xingchen and Zhu Lao Prince read out, murderous intent arose again!
Quickly,
Zhao Yiming and Song Lian appeared at the Tongque Fighting Battle Platform, and their respective fields were opened.
"Although Zhao Yiming is a powerful man, his strength should not be as strong as Song Lian. He is inferior to Song Lian in terms of strength and speed and physical body. Zhao Yiming should end this battle." Zhou Yong, the head of the Zhou family, analyzed.
"Not necessarily! This Zhao Yiming is not simple. The aura on his body is extremely terrifying!" Ye Feng said solemnly, staring at Zhao Yiming!