(Rolling on the ground begging for monthly votes)
Feng Yu's attack on Ye Xing was deadly. Fang Ze was severely injured and let out a shrill scream!
However, at this time, Fang Ze's body was being wielded by Ye Xing like a weapon. Even though he was attacked by Feng Yu, he still whipped forward fiercely.
Boom –
Fang Ze's body collided with Feng Yu's body, causing a loud explosion.
Ye Xing's physical body was far better than other Martial Saints. Coupled with his rich celestial essence, the power of the whip was so terrifying that Feng Yu was immediately sent flying.
At this time, Ye Xing's hand that was holding Fang Ze also loosened, and Fang Ze flew out.
Feng Yu fell more than ten meters away. As soon as he landed, there was another bang as Fang Ze smashed into him. The two of them rolled into a ball awkwardly.
Hu –
A terrifying aura emanated from the side of the light shield.
Yang Kun stopped his attack and swept his eyes over Ye Xing and the other two, erupting with a terrifying aura.
Yang Kun's eyes were sharp as he said disdainfully, "I told you three ants to get lost. Are you deaf or stupid?"
This light shield had a very strong defensive power. Yang Kun was the first to come here, but he could not break the light shield.
Later, disciples of the other four northern sects came one after another. Yang Kun had competitors and his heart was already filled with anger.
However, even if there were disciples of the other four northern sects, as long as they could break the light shield, Yang Kun was very confident that with his attainments in qinggong, he would be able to snatch the secret manual of Flaming Dipper Fist.
However, even if the six disciples of the four northern sects attacked at the same time, they could not break the light shield, which made Yang Kun more and more depressed.
However, he believed that with four Eight Star Martial Saints and two peak Seven Star Martial Saints, there would be a time when they could break through the light shield. However, now was the time when he was feeling depressed. He wanted to find a punching bag to vent his anger. Feng Yu and Fang Zegang had rushed forward and naturally ignited his anger. He had slapped them back.
Although Yang Kun felt a little better in his heart, he was not happy yet. The three ants of the Southern Six Sects were fighting here, and he felt that they were an eyesore, so he pointed his spear at them.
Feng Yu's injuries were not serious. She helped the heavily injured Fang Ze up and glared fiercely at Ye Xing. However, she did not dare to show any dissatisfaction towards Yang Kun. The two of them quickly left the palace.
Yang Kun looked at Ye Xing, who was standing still. The baleful aura on his face grew heavier as he coldly said, "You're not going to scram?"
Ye Xing looked at Yang Kun, and his gaze showed no signs of weakness as he said, "There's no such thing as' scram 'in my life. Why don't you show me how to scram so that I can learn from you?"
Yang Kun's eyes suddenly emitted two rays of light, as if there were two balls of fire burning in his eyes.
The other five warriors who were attacking the light shield stopped at this moment and looked at Ye Xing with surprise.
This was the first time they saw Ye Xing in their eyes. They sized him up. Obviously, they did not expect that a Six-star Martial Sage would dare to speak like this in front of Yang Kun.
Regardless of Yang Kun's identity as a disciple of the Sun Moon Sect, as an Eight-star Martial Sage, he was an existence that the disciples of the Southern Six Sects needed to look up to.
What's more, Yang Kun was a late Eight-star Martial Sage. Among the four Eight-star Martial Sages present, Yang Kun's cultivation was the highest.
Yang Kun twisted his neck, and the sound of bones cracking rang out. With a ferocious look in his eyes, he walked step by step towards Ye Xing.
"The disciples of the Southern Six Sects, except for Young Master Watanabe, are all ants, trash, and straw dogs in my eyes! No disciple of the Southern Six Sects has ever dared to speak like this in front of me, Yang Kun. "
"Do you think that you can be arrogant in front of me, Yang Kun, just because you defeated the two trash of the Divine Wind Sect? It's simply presumptuous — —! "
"Ant, since you don't know what it means to get lost, then today I'll teach you what it means to get lost!"
As Yang Kun spoke, he slowly walked closer to Ye Xing. When he finished his last sentence, his aura had accumulated to the extreme, and he threw a punch at Ye Xing.
Middle-grade Spiritual Martial Art — Scorching Sun Divine Fist!
This punch was incomparably bright, like the scorching sun in the sky. It was dazzling, and it contained an extremely hot and strong power.
The Eight-star Martial Sage struck out with a thunderous blow. Yang Kun wanted to heavily injure Ye Xing with this punch, and send Ye Xing flying. Then, he would fall to the ground and roll continuously.
"Tsk tsk … You don't know what's good for you!"
Ming Shuang, an Eight-star Martial Sage disciple of the Dark Underworld Sect, gently pouted.
The Dark Underworld Sect had a good relationship with the Sun Moon Sect, and Ming Shuang had a good personal relationship with Yang Kun. Naturally, she was happy to see Ye Xing being sent flying by Yang Kun with one punch.
Moreover, Ming Shuang also thought so. A Six-star Martial Sage would definitely not be able to block Yang Kun's punch.
However, as soon as she finished her disdainful words, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Ye Xing faced Yang Kun's fist that was like the scorching sun. He did not dodge, nor did he take half a step back. Instead, a long spear suddenly appeared in his hand.
The Purple Feather Spear instantly burst out with a dark spear light, and it pierced toward the scorching sun fist in front of it. It was like a needle against an awl.
Although the scorching sun fist was dazzling, it could not disperse the darkness that burst out from the Purple Feather Spear.
Not only was Ming Shuang shocked, but Lei Yun, Luo Ying, and the other two cultivators were also shocked at the same time.
Ye Xing was actually going to fight Yang Kun head-on!
"Come on, haha …!"
Yang Kun grinned and pushed his Celestial Essence, increasing the power of his punch by a few notches.
Boom — —
As Yang Kun sneered, the scorching sun fist and the dark spear light collided, and there was a loud explosion. The violent airflow exploded, setting off a terrifying airwave that surged in all directions.
Ye Xing held his spear and pierced forward, not taking half a step back.
However, Yang Kun's laughter suddenly stopped, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes. His body shook violently as if it had been hit by a fierce horse, and he could not help but step back.
Dong dong dong dong dong …
Yang Kun took five steps back before he could stabilize his body, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.
He was an Eight Star Martial Saint, but in a head-on battle, he was pushed back by a Six Star Martial Saint?
The other five cultivators were also shocked. A Six Star Martial Saint had the upper hand against an Eight Star Martial Saint. This ability to challenge people of a higher level was comparable to the Yin Yang Young Master.
They did not know that Ye Xing's Middle Spiritual Martial Art, Dark Spirit Spear Technique, had reached the Perfection Stage. Its power was comparable to an Upper Spiritual Martial Art at the Initial Success Stage. Even if his cultivation was not high, and the strength of his star essence could not be compared to an Eight Star Martial Saint's, with the Perfection Stage of the Dark Spirit Spear Technique, he could defeat an Eight Star Martial Saint.
Just now, Ye Xing had casually stabbed with his spear. If he had used his full strength, Yang Kun would have been seriously injured or even killed.
Ye Xing pushed Yang Kun back with his spear. He took a step forward, and his body instantly turned into a phantom as he rushed forward.
Hu –
Ye Xing held the Purple Feather Spear with both hands and smashed down from above. It was as if he was not holding a spear, but a stick.
There was no such move in the Dark Spirit Spear Technique. However, with the Perfection Stage of the Spear Technique, Ye Xing was no longer limited to moves. His spear contained a terrifying power.
Ye Xing's spear smashed down directly, fast and ruthless. Almost as soon as Yang Kun stabilized his body, Ye Xing's spear had already smashed down on his head.
With such speed, even Yang Kun, an Eight Star Martial Saint, could not keep up with the rhythm. He could only hurriedly clench his fists and cross his forearms to block.
Boom –
The spear shaft smashed into Yang Kun's forearms. His celestial essence defense instantly exploded, and his clothes burst into pieces. The spear shaft directly collided with his skin.
At this moment, Yang Kun felt a sharp pain in his arms. It was as if a mountain was pressing down on him from above.
Plop –
Yang Kun could not bear the force of the spear. His knees sank and he knelt on the ground, creating two pits.
Although most of the force was transmitted to the ground during this kneeling, Yang Kun's body still suffered a lot of shock. His internal organs were overturned, and he immediately spat out blood.
Ye Xing held the Purple Feather Spear with both hands and pressed down, making it difficult for Yang Kun to move. He said, "Didn't you want to teach me how to roll? Why are you teaching me how to kneel? "
Looking at the scene in front of them, the other five cultivators were stunned. This Six Star Martial Saint was so powerful. Two spears and Yang Kun was forced to kneel?
Hiss –
Someone could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. They no longer dared to look down on this Six Star Martial Saint in front of them. How was this a soft persimmon? This was simply an evil star.
"Ah –! You are courting death –! "
Yang Kun flew into a rage out of humiliation. With a roar, starlight suddenly rushed out from between his eyebrows, turning into a flaming star in the sky.
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