Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

0No matter what, things had already come to this point. He could only brace himself and force his way in.    

    

Pushing his mental perception to his limit, at the same time, all sorts of protective lights shone on Ye Feng's body, he could not care about the dangers in the tunnel, as entering the tunnel was the only way to escape from the entanglement of the Blood-Robed Envoy, if he were to be entangled by them, once the devil sons returned, it would not be as simple as a battle.    

    

As he activated his Spirit Qi and rushed into the path, Ye Feng's speed became unbelievably fast.    

    

At first, when it was a few meters tall, other than the countless sharp auras that cut into the Armor of Elemental Qi and produced sounds similar to metal clashing, it did not cause Ye Feng too much trouble.    

    

However, when he flew forward by a third of the way, suddenly, a killing intent formed in front of Ye Feng, and quickly flew towards him.    

    

He subconsciously leaned back, and a sharp Longsword passed by his body. After it shot into the air behind him, it quickly disappeared.    

    

This Flying Sword that was condensed with metal-attribute spirit energy had might that was almost at the middle grade Earth Rank, and it was completely silent without any signs.    

    

If not for the opportunity, this Flying Sword's assassination would have been enough to break through the defenses of the Armor of Elemental Qi and teach him a bloody lesson.    

    

Before Ye Feng could figure out where the Flying Sword that attacked him came from, another sharp Qi came over, allowing him to sense a dense killing intent, causing Ye Feng to take a step forward.    

    

Sparks exploded at the place he was originally standing at, and an object that looked like a Flying Sword was stuck in the ground. But very quickly, the sword blade disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye and returned to being a metal elemental energy with a murderous aura.    

    

It was not a true Spirit Weapon, but rather a sword aura that was as sharp as a Flying Sword.    

    

His methods were truly formidable.    

    

There was a wolf in front and a tiger in the rear. In a short while, he fell into a dilemma, and after pondering for a while, Ye Feng decided to take this risk and continue onward. The current him definitely did not want to face the devils like Chu Haiyu.    

    

The pressure increased.    

    

Right, left, top left, front left.    

    

Streams of sharp sword Qi came from all directions. Other than dealing with the ones in front, they also had to pay attention to the left, right, and even the rear.    

    

He kept dodging left and right, trying his best to avoid the attacks. One after another, he moved towards the end of the tunnel with great difficulty.    

    

At the same time, the six Blood-Robed Envoy s who were chasing after Ye Feng also encountered the same problem. Whether it was their perception or their body perception, these Blood-Robed Envoy s were all inferior to Ye Feng in terms of strength.    

    

In the time it took for half an incense stick to burn, two people had already been pierced through by the sharp auras and were bleeding profusely. They had no choice but to withdraw from the tunnel and heal their wounds.    

    

But the further they went, the more frequent the Flying Sword's attacks became. It also had a tricky angle, almost soundless.    

    

At the beginning, there were only one or two of them, but in the middle of the path, there were only three or four. Ye Feng guessed that as long as he continued moving forward, there would definitely be even more people waiting for him.    

    

In this way, he did not dare to continue moving forward. This rapidly approaching sharp metal energy attack was too powerful. If he could not dodge it, even a slight injury or minor injury would be enough to kill him.    

    

After experiencing thousands of dangers, if he died here for no reason, how much injustice would he suffer?    

    

Whether it was the devil son Chu Haiyu, or the Moon Devil Holy Virgin who had recovered a certain amount of strength, both of them were not Ye Feng's opponents at the moment.    

    

He had to find the pattern of the sword qi explosion as soon as possible and pass it with a quick step.    

    

As he thought of this, Ye Feng activated his mental energy. First, he dodged the two streams of light that shot towards him, then, he took a step forward.    

    

"Sparks and stones!"    

    

After attaching the power of the thunder essence to the Moon-Burning Blade, its movements were extremely fast. With just one slash, all three sharp Qi were dispersed. However, he still didn't give him a chance to rest. Faintly, Yuan Qi undulations came from behind him.    

    

"Damn it, it's over." Ye Feng was a little anxious in his heart.    

    

At this time, it was already too late to adjust the force of the blade and turn around to slash, so he could only use the Wave-Shocking And Cloud-Shattering Palm with his left hand. The "Ten Layered Waves" caused the two Flying Sword s to move slightly to the left side of the path.    

    

It was a good thing that he had already knocked down the three Flying Sword on the left earlier, so he temporarily cleared away the obstacles in this area.    

    

Just as he let out a breath of relief, Ye Feng couldn't help but reveal a trace of helplessness on his face. Because, he once again heard a few weak sounds of breaking through the air, and then came closer and closer.    

    

He could not continue like this.    

    

Humans were not machines, there would always be times when they would slack off. If these Flying Sword attacked him endlessly from both sides, sooner or later, he would have a moment of exhaustion.    

    

Therefore, as long as he could find a suitable attack method, the Martial Cultivator would be able to break through it. However, the sword Qi in the path was like an invisible thing, causing Ye Feng to be at a loss for what to do for a moment.    

    

A flaw.    

    

There must be a flaw.    

    

To remove the agitation in his heart, Ye Feng reminded himself to calm down.    

    

The Essence Qi belonged to nothing, and without any active awareness, it would not attack. From this, it could be seen that there were some mechanisms in this path that could trigger the Sword Qi to attack the foreign Martial Cultivator s.    

    

To pass through the tunnel, perhaps it was not the Martial Cultivator choosing to barge through, but rather, to go ahead of him and break the mechanism that activated the sharp sword Qis.    

    

Yes, it had to be this way.    

    

Having thought through this point, Ye Feng's heart became calmer. He did not rashly continue forward, but instead focused on the two sides of the path. After pausing for a moment, his figure quickly moved towards the right.    

    

The process was naturally extremely arduous. Not only did the Moon-Burning Blade have to scatter the Flying Sword on the right side, it also had to dodge the attack from the left and right from time to time.    

    

Fortunately, Ye Feng's reaction was sharp enough, and his Ninth Heaven of Roc Body Movement was a low-grade Heaven Rank movement technique, so in these few short few seconds, it could be said to be scary but not dangerous, allowing him to smoothly approach the right side of the path.    

    

In such a position, if he accidentally took a hit, he would definitely slow down his reaction speed. Then, a tragedy would come. The incessant flow of sharp qi would probably turn him into a hedgehog in an instant.    

    

As Ye Feng was moving towards the right, a scream came from behind him. A Blood-Robed Envoy was unable to dodge in time and was struck in the chest by the sharp sword Qi.    

    

As a result, Xue Fu and the others who were in hot pursuit were so scared that their faces changed drastically, and they quickly brought the remaining people to retreat.    

    

"Stinking brat, the sword qi in this place is incomparably sharp, if you keep walking forward, you will never be able to escape death, why not obediently hand over the sacred artifact of our sect, and I, Xue Fu, can plead for mercy on your behalf with the Your Highness Devil Son, and spare your little life."    

    

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