Countless cyclones wrapped around the body of the thousand-year corpse ghost, emitting a violent sound of wind.
This was already the limit of what Ye Xue Yi could do with the Sword Seal Spirit Qi.
"Break!"
Han Yue sneered and shouted.
Then, Corpse Ghost forced his way through the hurricane and rushed to the center of the formation with large strides.
He roared loudly and fiercely struck the center of the formation with his palm. He forcefully pulled a wind disc in the center and dragged it eight feet away.
Tens of thousands of rays of light exploded in all directions.
Gui Ying, who was guarding the heart of the formation, was already tired from the long battle. In addition to his previous injuries, it was difficult for him to fight head on. He was directly sent flying by the power of this palm.
The corners of the formation were shattered, and the heart of the formation was now lost.
The huge black tornado formation could no longer withstand any more brilliance. The cyclones that filled the sky almost stopped at the same time.
"Pfft …" The demon fox and Ye Xue Yi's bodies relaxed as they spat out a mouthful of blood. Their pretty faces were deathly pale.
The huge force circulated through their bodies, almost injuring their internal organs.
Han Yue stood alone on Corpse Ghost's shoulder, looking down at the crowd.
Where the jade flute pointed, the corpse ghost went.
Her gaze was cold as she scanned the crowd.
The people in front of her were all lying on the ground, injured, and injured.
Then, she turned her gaze to Xie Chen, only to see him take two steps back and stick to the side of the rock wall. It was obvious that he had no intention of fighting her.
Xie Chen had preserved his strength not to fight, but to escape with all his might. After all, the difficulty of this competition was extremely high. It was already good enough that he could survive.
If he could escape back to the Celestial Sect of Wonders, he would have already won.
"Cowardly thing …"
Han Yue coldly snorted. Her gaze skipped over Xie Chen and landed on Ye Feng.
A hole had just opened in the area enveloped by the black gas, but it closed again.
Ye Feng's figure flickered. He could only vaguely tell from the golden light that he was greedily absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
"This …" The sound of bones breaking just now, as well as the pungent smell of blood, what's going on? Could it be that I'm hallucinating? "
Han Yue's pretty face was filled with surprise, but after a moment, she smiled in relief.
"Forget it, I don't care what kind of tricks you, Ye Feng, are playing. I'll kill your sister first, then I'll take the life of the woman next to you. Let's see if you still hand over Zhou Feng's antidote when the time comes."
His voice fell.
Her expression was incomparably indifferent. She jumped down from the corpse ghost and slowly walked in front of Ye Xue Yi.
The heavy footsteps sounded as if they were stepping on one's heart, so heavy that it was suffocating.
"Huff …" Ye Xue Yi's expression was overwhelmed with shock. She struggled to raise her head. She covered her chest that was rising and falling from time to time. She wanted to escape, but she was severely injured just now. After coughing a few times, she couldn't stand. She could only use her hands to support herself on the ground and crawl forward.
"What a joke. You're injured to this extent, yet you still want to run away in front of me? Be obedient and lie on the ground to await your death … "
Han Yue's eyes flashed with cold lightning. With a flip of the jade flute in her hand, a clear light overflowed in all directions.
"Clang!" A clear sound rang out.
The jade flute was aimed directly at Ye Xue Yi's neck. It fiercely slashed across.
In midair, a cloud of blood danced in the air.
"Ah!" A woman's blood-curdling scream suddenly resounded in the air.
"Sigh, I told them a long time ago that we are unable to contend against enemies like this …"
A moment later, Xie Chen closed his eyes and shook his head helplessly.
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something.
"Wait, that woman's cry just now didn't seem to come from Ye Feng's sister …"
He quickly turned around and opened his eyes. In an instant, his eyes widened as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. His entire body was numb.
Ye Feng's five fingers entered from behind. His cold eyes were like lightning as they fiercely pierced into Han Yue's shoulder.
"You …"
Before Han Yue could react, he had already madly dashed forward, dragging her along as he charged towards the rock wall in front of him without stopping.
His entire body shone with a golden light, and the blood all over his body condensed into a blood cocoon. After the spiritual energy in his body circulated, it slowly formed a new layer of skin.
As for the Wind King's Dagger in his hand, a golden line extended out and connected to the black mist.
It turned out that the process of him absorbing spiritual energy was still going on.
"Bastard!"
Although Han Yue was caught off guard and suffered Ye Feng's surprise attack, her throat felt sweet and her reaction was extremely fast. The jade flute in her hand struck out from under her side and chased after her opponent's chest.
"Chi!" A cracking sound was heard.
The white ball of air surrounding the jade flute suddenly exploded on Ye Feng's chest.
Ye Feng pursed his lips and forcefully received the attack.
"Awesome!"
After Ye Feng let out a muffled groan, he laughed heartily and said, "Great! I've been holding it in for a long time and was just worried that I had nowhere to vent it."
"What?!"
Han Yue was stunned. Although she was in a hurry and didn't use her full strength, the power contained in that attack just now was enough to seriously injure Ye Feng if he was at the 2nd level of the Martial Disciple realm.
But even so … In her opinion … If Ye Feng was at the 2nd level of the Martial Disciple realm … Not to mention death. At the very least, it would severely injure his opponent.
On the other side, Ye Feng's strength did not decrease at all. He dragged her all the way and almost crashed into the rock wall.
In the nick of time, Han Yue's collarbone shrank and she suddenly changed direction. Only then did she avoid crashing into the rock wall.
She was overjoyed. She wanted to shrink her bones and slip out of Ye Feng's hand. However, the other party's hand was like a pair of iron pincers. His fingernails were almost embedded into Han Yue's flesh, making it impossible for her to escape.
Moreover, no matter how Han Yue poked her with the jade flute, Ye Feng refused to let go. She was unable to break free.
"What's going on? Impossible! How did your cultivation level suddenly increase …"
If Ye Feng's cultivation level did not increase, he should not be able to control her like this if he was only at the 2nd level of the Martial Disciple realm.
Ye Feng sneered, but did not answer her.
"Don't think about this. Come again. Scattered attacks are useless against me. Only attacks like the one just now are more like it. Moreover, if you don't quickly retreat and use the jade flute, I'm afraid this Corpse Ghost won't listen to your orders, right? "
"I …" Han Yue glanced at the thousand-year corpse ghost and the corner of her mouth twitched. It was obvious that Ye Feng was right.
This Corpse Ghost was indeed powerful, but without the jade flute to control it, it would be difficult for him to use it.
At this moment, Ye Feng's heart suddenly trembled. The expression between his brows gradually turned cold.
He abruptly turned his head, only to see a strong gust of wind suddenly assaulting him.
"Ye Feng, move your dirty hands away from Lord Han Yue." Zhou Feng was so angry that he threw out a pair of iron fists towards Ye Feng's face.
"Good timing."
Ye Feng laughed out loud and stretched out his hand. The golden thread wrapped around the other party's arm and removed 30% of the other party's strength. After receiving it with his palm, he twisted his wrist and removed most of the strength from the other party's hand.
"This …" How is this possible? "
From Zhou Feng's point of view, he was at the third level of the Martial Disciple realm, while Ye Feng was only at the second level of the Martial Disciple realm. Logically speaking, although he was poisoned and his strength had decreased a little, Ye Feng should at most be on par with him.
Who would have thought that after just a single exchange, his full strength attack would not even be able to get close to Ye Feng?
"What are you daydreaming for? Is it that hard to believe that your punch has been blocked? "Ye Feng chuckled.
Immediately after, a surging lightning aura exploded from his feet and imprinted itself on Zhou Feng's chest. He let out a muffled groan and the pain on his face was beyond words. He was about to kneel on the ground.
"Ye Feng, could it be that you have already broken through to the third level of the Martial Disciple realm in such a short amount of time?" Han Yue looked at Ye Feng's sharp skills and was stunned. She almost blurted out this question.
Just as Ye Feng was about to sneer, the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched. He didn't answer and instead grabbed Zhou Feng with one hand. Then, he threw him far away and heavily fell to the ground.
"Han Yue, I told you just now not to think about these things. Hurry up and be ruthless. Fight me to your heart's content."
"You …"
Han Yue's face was ice-cold. With a calm face, she shouted in a low voice, "Alright, since you, Ye Feng, are so stubborn, I'll give you a quick death. Let's see how long you can last."
Her expression was ice-cold as a cold light emerged from the jade flute. A pale white mist wrapped around the jade flute. Then, her gaze turned cold as she continued to attack, stabbing towards Ye Feng's chest.
Ye Feng once again received her attack. At the same time, his face was deathly pale, but the corner of his mouth still revealed a carefree smile.
"Again."
"What?" Han Yue's heart trembled.
Even now, although she felt that something was wrong, if she didn't break free from Ye Feng, she wouldn't be able to use the jade flute, nor would she be able to control the movements of the thousand year corpse ghost.
Therefore, she could only make her move.
"Alright, if you want to die, I'll send you on your way."
Han Yue's bright eyes were filled with anger. Her slender eyes slightly narrowed as the light in her hand exploded. Silver light flashed and enveloped Ye Feng's entire body.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
A series of blood flowers danced in the air.
"That's about enough."
"What's enough?" Han Yue was stunned when she heard this.
In the distant space filled with black gas, the last trace of black gas flowed into Ye Feng's body through the golden thread in his hand. It was eerie, terrifying, and extremely strange.
Ye Feng's entire body stiffened as he gently inhaled and exhaled. He felt waves of heat flowing through his entire body.
However, this time, the corner of his mouth was no longer raised into a faint smile, but a cold one.
All sorts of cold and murderous auras, along with endless lightning and flames, continuously rose from Ye Feng's body. A violent storm instantly engulfed the entire area.
"You …" You've broken through. "
Han Yue looked at the storm and was startled.
Then, as Ye Feng pressed down on her shoulder, a huge force exploded out, as if there was an invisible hand holding the cold moon in place.
She looked carefully at Ye Feng and saw that his entire body was covered in scarlet light. His starry eyes shone brightly as cold lightning shot out in all directions. Her heart was filled with shock.
"Could it be that this is no longer the third level of the Martial Disciple realm, but …"
Ye Feng sneered, "Fourth level of the Martial Disciple realm." The invisible hand pressed down on the cold moon as it flew forward, heavily pouring it into the rock wall.
"Bang!" A loud sound rang out.
Rubble flew and dust scattered in all directions …
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