Ding Jun took a step forward, waved his hand and said indifferently, "Ding Jun of the Python Club, please enlighten me."
Ye Feng shook his head, "You are no match for me. The four of you should go together. Don't waste my time."
Arrogant
Everyone was stunned. This was a strong member of the Python Club. Ye Feng was still so arrogant.
"I am enough alone." Ding Jun snorted coldly, and his body moved violently, as if it was wrapped in a violent wind and rain, and rushed towards Ye Feng.
"So fast"
"Not only is it fast, but its strength has reached the ultimate level of half-step transformation."
"He is indeed a proud man who is famous in Yanjing."
Amid everyone's exclamations, Ding Jun arrived in front of Ye Feng and punched him like a huge mountain falling from the sky. A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had already seen Ye Feng being beaten into a bloody mist.
There was a bang, a sonic boom, rubble flying across the ground, and the entire space was completely blown apart.
But what surprised Ding Jun was that Ye Feng had left his attack range at some point and was standing one meter away, looking at him teasingly.
"Death" Ding Jun was completely enraged. The energy and blood in his body surged, and his strength exploded to the extreme. His palms turned into blades, and he kept slashing towards Ye Feng.
Every blow exploded into fireworks in the air.
But it didn't hurt a single hair of Ye Feng.
Ding Jun's breathing gradually became rapid, his eyes narrowed, and he gritted his teeth, "Can you just run away?"
"Do you need to run away from me?"
Ye Feng's face gradually turned cold, he snorted softly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
By the time Ding Jun reacted, Ye Feng was already close in front of him, and his palm fell like a curtain from the sky, so fast that he didn't give Ding Jun any time to react.
With a bang, Ding Jun's body was forcibly knocked to the ground by a huge force. His limbs were facing the ground, blood was spitting out from his mouth, and layers of wounds continued to seep with scarlet blood.
"Ding Jun"
Chen Xin, Song Zhe, and Su San were shocked. They knew best how terrifying Ding Jun's fighting power was, yet he was still defeated by Ye Feng, and in such a humiliating way.
Ye Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stepped on Ding Jun's head, crushed it hard, and looked at the remaining three people with a look of disdain: "People from the Python Club, you geniuses seem to be like this, that's all.
The club also wants me to join.”
Hearing this, Zhao Ying was the first to clenched her fists and stared at Ye Feng fiercely.
"Presumptuous" Chen Xin, Song Zhe and Su San looked at each other and took action one after another.
When it comes to fighting alone, they know that they may not be Ye Feng's opponent, but if they join forces, they are absolutely sure to kill Ye Feng.
The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit
As long as Ye Feng dies, who will care how Ye Feng dies?
A dead person has no value.
Ye Feng kicked Ding Jun away, waved his hand, and a purple-red sword appeared in the air, instantly covering Chen Xin who was rushing at the front.
Suddenly, Chen Xin's heart trembled, and the crisis of death swept through his body, and the hair on his body exploded.
When Chen Xin wanted to retreat, she found that it was too late.
The purple-red sword fell with lightning speed.
Overcoming obstacles
Sword wind rustling
Chen Xin's pupils protruded, and he burst out with wisps of tyrannical energy, lying in front of him, shouting "Help me"