Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

0Ye Feng did not expect the situation to turn out like this, as the seven Silver Puppet who had lost their target had gathered towards him, causing him to be in great danger.    

    

Fighting one against seven was definitely not possible.    

    

Ye Feng anxiously used the Ninth Heaven of Roc Body Movement to create an afterimage, and his body immediately flew out of the Round Table's range.    

    

He hadn't thought that a big battle would end with his side losing. Ye Feng was sighing with emotion as he looked at the green Fate Bead not far away.    

    

With such a treasure right before his eyes, he could only clasp his hands and give it up. Thinking about it, he was truly unwilling to accept it.    

    

However, as they saw the seven shining Silver Puppet lined up one by one, Ye Feng and Tang Chuxue could only helplessly give up. Just as they were about to leave, a grey figure suddenly flashed where they were, and without even pausing for a moment, directly entered the vicinity of the Round Table.    

    

BOOM!    

    

The seven Silver Puppet all started to rage.    

    

Ye Feng opened his eyes wide in shock, but when he saw the grey shadow, he could not help but blurt out two words: "It's him?"    

    

So it turned out that this figure was the slovenly Daoist Priest who had wanted to form a team with the two of them.    

    

What was he trying to do?    

    

Suicide?    

    

Even with Shi Guanghua's strength, he could only fight one against five, yet this slovenly Daoist was actually fighting one against seven?    

    

This... How is this possible?    

    

However, the situation was not as bad as Ye Feng thought it would be. After the Sloppy Daoist jumped into the Round Table, his figure moved as fast as lightning, with a Longsword in his right hand. This Longsword looked rusty and was not strange, but it was dancing in the Daoist's hands, unleashing sword qi.    

    

The seven puppets seemed to become seven chess pieces, under the Longsword's intentional urging, they would sometimes guard their spot, and sometimes release killing intent in all directions, and the way they moved and attacked all relied on the cultivator's intentions. At that moment, the seven puppets did not seem to be monsters who wanted to kill people, but seven of them seemed to dance together.    

    

The Longsword in the Spirit Dao Scholar's hands did not look tough nor did it have the explosive power of Shi Guanghua's Black Iron Rod.    

    

However, every step he took was coincidental and coincidental, causing the seven golems to be unable to unleash their full power.    

    

Ye Feng and Tang Chuxue were dumbstruck. In front of their eyes, it was as if the seven puppets had really become clay puppet, under the control of this Daoist.    

    

It was as if there were lines dragging them down as the puppets connected into a row, forming a strange scene that affected both Ye Feng and Tang Chuxue's hearts.    

    

Suddenly, the Sloppy Daoist laughed heartily. The puppet closest to him suddenly froze. It turned out that this Daoist had shot out a talisman onto the puppet's body.    

    

In an instant, the puppet's body seemed to have been frozen. Next, the Taoist used his remaining whisk to wrap around the puppet's huge silver rod. He swung it and the huge silver rod flew out, colliding with another puppet behind him.    

    

The Silver Puppet that was hit was not harmed, but to Ye Feng and's surprise, the puppet that did not have a rod in its hand instantly fell down, followed by a loud explosion as it directly shattered into a pile.    

    

"What?" The driving force of the silver ranked puppet's spirit energy came from the weapon in his hand? "    

    

Seeing that, how could Ye Feng not understand, his face instantly revealing an expression of enlightenment.    

    

If one were to say that the energy source of a Black Iron Puppet came from its eye, then the eye of the Silver Puppet, was the huge silver rod in its hand. As long as he let the weapon slip out of his hands, the puppet would lose its motivation to fight.    

    

This was truly unexpected.    

    

"Elemental Spirit, clearly, you wanted to make things so complicated with just a few words."    

    

Ye Feng gritted his teeth and cursed, then leaped up at the same time. If he let the Sloppy Daoist take care of the remaining six puppets by himself, then who would still have his share of the Cyan Fate Bead?    

    

Seeing Ye Feng striking with his hand, the Daoist Priest did not waste any time on words. He continued to stimulate the Sword Qi to drag the other puppets away, and from time to time, he would use the kind of talisman that would pause Silver Puppet for a short while, and then send them flying away.    

    

When he took care of the four Silver Puppet, Ye Feng also went all out, sending the two puppets flying with his weapons. From then on, the seven Silver Puppet were all gone.    

    

Ye Feng sat on the ground. Such a high intensity battle had nearly caused him to collapse.    

    

He didn't know how many times he had been hit, but he had managed to hold on until his victory.    

    

The Sloppy Daoist walked towards the Round Table with a smile on his face and said as he walked, "I can't tell, but you really do have some skills. Although many people know that the weakness of the Silver Puppet is the weapon in their hands, it would still be quite difficult for you to accomplish this."    

    

"Little brother is indeed stronger than many Martial Cultivator who have entered the Underground Dragon Tomb. If... "Yes, if your request is not too harsh, I am willing to form a team with you …"    

    

The two cyan Fate Bead entered the Daoist Priest's palm and quietly floated there.    

    

"Lin Tujue! After all, I have already taken care of two puppets. You can't be thinking of taking all the benefits for yourself, right? "    

    

Ye Feng said tiredly.    

    

"Oh, I didn't expect you to recognize me. It seems that I am quite famous amongst the seven Martial Cultivator s of the Sacred Grounds …" The Sloppy Daoist shook his head haughtily, looking somewhat pleased with himself.    

    

Hearing him confirm it himself, Ye Feng was speechless for a moment.    

    

To be honest, when Ye Feng first saw him, he did not think that this slovenly Daoist was Star Image Sect's Lin Tujue.    

    

This young Taoist was simply too sloppy.    

    

The horsetail whisk that lacked a third of its fur, the rusted Longsword, and the tattered daoist robe made it difficult for one to imagine that this person was one of the renowned Four Little Geniuses.    

    

However, although he understood the weaknesses of the Silver Puppet, to be able to rely on the seven puppets to move freely with the aid of the sword qi, its strength was unquestionably not something that the average person could compare with.    

    

Moreover, the sword moves he performed were extremely profound and unpredictable. It was clearly the famous "Great Net Star Phenomenon" sword art. The Great Net Star Sword was a supreme technique of the Star Image Sect, and was not something that the core disciples of the sect had no chance to learn.    

    

"Swords like stars, ten thousand swords like chess."    

    

Ye Feng had seen Lin Xie unleash this set of sword technique before, but it was a pity that Lin Xie's "Great Net Constellation Sword", no matter its state of mind or power, was far from being able to match the slovenly Daoist in front of him.    

    

As a result, it was not hard to deduce that the slovenly Daoist was one of the Four Young Geniuses, "Lin Tujue".    

    

"If you want to form a team, then you'll have to follow my distribution …" Ye Feng said, unwilling to forgive.    

    

In truth, he was not willing to walk with an expert like Lin Tujue. After all, Star Image Sect 'Lin Xie' had died by Ye Feng's hands. The two were both surnamed Lin, and their teachers were from the same sect, so they might just be relatives that couldn't be helped. If the truth was revealed, Ye Feng reckoned that he would never be able to defeat Lin Tujue no matter what.