"boom!" Destructive energy spread out from the void, and ripples appeared in the empty space at this moment. The explosion sound like the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering, sounded like thunder in the eyes of countless horrified people. Situ Reading.\\nCOM A majestic wind carried the blazing temperature, like a storm, sweeping away from the place where the explosion occurred in all directions. Wherever the storm passed, the field collapsed, and cracks as thick as an arm quickly spread to the entire challenge platform like a spider web. And that seemingly extremely solid challenge platform finally turned into a mess in a very short period of time. Above the stands, a series of stunned eyes looked at the completely destroyed venue, their minds were a little overwhelmed. They did not expect that Ye Feng could actually burst out with such a momentum, just like Lin Bixie's sword intention. to compete with each other, thus creating such terrifying destructive power. But, it's all over. No half-step innate warrior can withstand the attack of sword intent, let alone a mere transparent realm. With this prototype of sword intent alone, if Lin Bixie launched a challenge after coming out of seclusion, his ranking would definitely rise to an unimaginable level. After a long time, everyone gradually recovered from their daze, and all eyes turned to the seventh princess Huo Jing'er, who had a pale face and rising and falling chest.
These eyes were without exception filled with astonishment, shock, and sighs. Beside the high platform, Huo Jing'er's pretty face was pale. She looked at the smoky and dusty field below, covering her mouth with her palms, and tears flashed in her eyes. On the other side, Hua Tianli's mouth was also wide open. After a moment, a look of shock and joy flashed in his eyes. Ye Feng could actually create such a momentum. Fortunately, last time, Lin Qingjie stopped his urge to go on stage. He asked himself, if he had a fierce battle with Ye Feng on the stage, it would be difficult to withstand Ye Feng's blow no matter what, and he would be seriously injured by this terrifyingly destructive move. "Sir, Ye Feng is dead, you can rest easy from now on." Lin Qingjie comforted Hua Tianli, who was stunned. After hearing Lin Qingjie's comfort, Hua Tianli's face looked a little better, but there was still some fear and anxiety. As everyone's eyes turned back to the field again, the dust that filled the air finally gradually became lighter. After a while, a breeze blew by, sweeping away most of the dust and smoke. At this moment, everyone discovered that on the challenge platform, which was almost in ruins, a figure standing straight and exuding a sharp aura like a sword slowly appeared in sight. Although this originally cold and arrogant figure was now disheveled and had many burnt marks on his body, his whole person had changed from the aloof, cold and arrogant demeanor of a master before. But the appearance of this figure did not hinder the cheers that echoed around him. "Lin Bixie!" "Lin Bixie!" "Sword Intent!" "Sword Intent!" Except for Huo Jing'er, who seemed lost, everyone around him burst into cheers for Lin Bixie, and Lin Bixie's usually cold face finally showed a proud smile.
He dispersed the sword intent and let out a long breath. A strike with the sword intent was very draining on the spirit. If you are not careful, you will be assimilated by the will of heaven and earth. This is a very dangerous move. At this moment, he was exhausted and couldn't force the second blow containing the sword's intention. "When the sword intention comes out, who can compete with me! Who can stop me, Lin Bixie, with my sword!" Raising his sword-holding arm high, Lin Bixie let out a domineering and arrogant shout. "Ahem... I have to say that the sword intention is indeed sharp, but you are far from being a master of cultivation. It would be too early to say such big words." The smoke slowly faded, and an iron rod inserted into the broken floor first appeared in full view. Then, a figure whose clothes were in tatters and whose entire body turned into a pitch-black figure stood up slowly under the gaze of countless eyes. "You...are actually not dead?" Lin Bixie's pupils tightened, and his face changed slightly as he looked at the figure with smoke billowing all over his body. Even at such a distance from the strange smoke, you can still feel a terrifying hot breath in it. "You really want me to die?" The figure raised his head slightly, a faint voice came out, and an indifferent and delicate face became more and more clear in Lin Bixie's eyes. Boom...the surroundings were boiling like thunder. It’s Ye Feng! Ye Feng is not dead? Ye Feng is still alive! And he can actually stand up? How could he resist the indestructible sword intent? Even if it is just the rudiment of sword intent, it is definitely not something that warriors below the innate level can withstand. Perhaps they can avoid such a sharp attack with their super speed, but no one has ever been able to resist it head-on with their true energy. The entire audience around the challenge stage fell into a state of madness. Today, they probably not only witnessed the rumored sword intent, but also witnessed the rise of a true genius. At this moment, Huo Jing'er cried with joy, while Hua Tianli and Lin Qingjie's eyes bulged and they instantly turned into goldfish with holes in the goldfish bowl. The long sword clenched in Lin Bixie's palm shook slightly. Only now did he realize how tyrannical this opponent he looked down on was. "You have the sword intent, and I have the soul-stirring needle. Now, it's my turn." Ye Feng, who was in ragged clothes, put away the short iron rod and muttered to himself. As the voice fell, there seemed to be a shadowless and invisible light that flashed out from the middle of Ye Feng's head in an instant. Lin Bixie remained silent. He stared at Ye Feng's every move. After hearing the other party say these words, he retreated suddenly. However, after just taking a few steps away, I felt a shock in my mind, as if something had invaded my mind.
"burst!" A short and simple sound came out of Ye Feng's mouth. In an instant, Lin Bixie's mind felt like a mountain was collapsing and the earth was cracking, and there was an explosion. As if he was struck by lightning, his whole body stopped instantly, and there was a look of pain in his eyes. The effect of the soul-stirring needle can only last for an instant. But this moment was enough for Ye Feng, who was shooting forward. Lin Bixie, who had returned to normal from his absent-minded state, heard a sound of wind in front of him. He quickly raised his head, and a black light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and then a steaming fist suddenly enlarged in his eyes. Even though his fist hadn't touched his body, Lin Bixie could already feel the powerful power it carried. He gritted his teeth to hold back the pain in his mind, and his body swayed a few feet away in a weird way. However, just as he retreated from the range of Ye Feng's fist attack, before he could raise his sword to kill, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and Ye Feng's indifferent face appeared in front of him again. Both fists seemed to be going crazy at this moment, driving more than a dozen afterimages to attack Lin Qingjie all over his body.