Only Ye Feng stood there lightly without showing his weapons. A voice appeared behind Ye Feng in a faint voice, "Little boy, are you going to fist with me?"

The answer to him was a fancy punch.

The fighting spirit soared, the strongest collision of the Supreme Kunlun Mountain in China in a century, sparked in this moment, three to four, Nangong Yuting and Feng Ye met with three people, and Ye Feng faced the strongest of the four mysterious guardians alone.

With just one punch, the old man's black robe was broken, revealing his most realistic outfit, the outfit of a master in the Qing court, with long braids on his head. If ordinary people were here, they would think that a costume TV from the late Qing Dynasty was filming here.

After one punch, Ye Feng had fully realized the old man's strength that was not like humans. No wonder they could escape from the bombing of random cannons.

Although the side fight was in full swing and Ye Feng's performance was beyond the expectations of the mysterious old man, the old man was unmoved, nodded and faced Ye Feng.

The old man took a deep breath and couldn't see the movements in his hand. A blood-red sword appeared on his hand. Seeing this long sword full of legendary colors, Ye Feng's smile became more and more evil.

"Chixiao Sword, the master said it well. Only those who are contaminated with the aura of the royal family can control it. It is indeed the royal family of the Qing court. Ind Shitian is also loyal to you enough. He handed over such a treasure to you. Do you really want to tell me that my father Feng Lin is really trapped in Australia?" Ye Feng stood with his hands behind his back and asked in a voice without any sense of brilliance.

"If you want to know the answer, you have to find it yourself. Today, you must be ordered by the princess and you must not be allowed to live." The old man casually put out a knife flower and pointed it straight at Ye Feng.

"Okay, then I'll go find it myself, but today, none of you can leave." Ye Feng waved into the air and shouted softly: "Sword is here~"

With a loud eagle song, the white eagle eagle swooped from the dim sky, and the sharp eagle eyes stared at Ye Feng tightly, and a long sword was grabbed in his eagle claws. Then there was another eagle crow. The eagle eagle swooped past. When it fell to the lowest point, the long sword in the eagle claw fell to the ground and inserted obliquely into the ground between Ye Feng and the old man.

The holy Taoist Xuanyuan was like burning with fire, and the hard stone ground was pierced. The half-bar Xuanyuan sword was hugged outside the ground, and the old man's eyes finally showed horror.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, he slowly pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword. A clear sword sound seemed to be ecstatic, and it seemed to be disgusting something. Ye Feng bounced his fingers, like a dragon's roar, and the sword energy shot sharply.

In the battlefield, Chun Jun in Nangong Yuting's hand and Chengying in Feng Ye's hand seemed to echo each other from afar, and some seemed to be bowing down and making the same loud sound of swords.

"The first sword in China, the first divine weapon in the world, the holy Taoist Xuanyuan." Ye Feng stroked the sun, moon and stars carved on one side, and the mountains, rivers, plants and trees carved on the other side. He wrote the technique of farming and animal breeding on the other side, and wrote the strategy of unifying the world. The corners of his mouth raised a gentle enough smile.

The long-lost fighting spirit brought him from the Xuanyuan Sword, which made him feel refreshed and excited.

Holding the Xuanyuan Sword, Ye Feng did not retreat at all. The two of them stepped at the same time, pointing the tip of the sword at each other without hesitation. The Sword of the Holy Way and the Sword of the Emperor collided together. The cool sound of the sound of the sound was so pleasant.

The old man kicked a kick at the same time as Chi Xiao and Xuanyuan clashed. Ye Feng stretched out his hand, hooked the opponent's ankle, and made an arc towards the top. The sticky word technique in Tai Chi was so amazing that it was pulled back and suddenly bumped his shoulders forward. It was the combination of Tai Chi cloud hand and shoulder push that the old man was immediately pushed out.

The old man held a sword flower in his hand, and in an almost strange way, he stretched his left foot to the back first, stabilizing his body. Ye Feng's originally opened feet were retracted, his left hand was behind, and his right hand held the Xuanyuan sword slowly lowered from the air, pointing to the ground, and his entire body emitted a faint white true energy. He was like a god descending to earth, and his majesty was indestructible.

"There is no master in the Qing court. In Jin Yong's novel, the Qing court only produced Wei Xiaobao. The master was still a Han Chinese. Oboi was good, the number one warrior of the Qing Dynasty, and his riding and shooting skills were good. Unfortunately, you can't use it in front of me."

"Little kid, what you said is prejudiced. Just talking about the Deer and Cauldron, Oboi is the number one warrior of the Qing Dynasty. He is extremely powerful and may not be a master. But do you remember Eunuch Hai? His bone-transforming palm is a master in the martial arts world." The old man said, lifting the Chixiao Sword and holding it back, and his right hand began to flip like a snake.

When Ye Feng saw it, his eyes narrowed slightly and snorted in his nasal voice: "Do you have a bone-transforming palm? I want to see it." Ye Feng inserted the Xuanyuan Sword in front of him, muttering something, and doing these mysterious movements with his hands, forming seals until the thirty. After each handprint afterwards, his face turned pale. When everything ended in a very short time, a miracle happened.

The golden true qi dragon circled and tangled in front of the old man, and the longan's eyes opened angrily, and roared at the old man.

A sudden roar was heard, and the old man's left hand seemed to twist the space, and he shot a feminine white air towards the True Qi Dragon. Unexpectedly, the golden True Qi Dragon was shattered at the touch, and suddenly found that the fooled old man was not panicked at all. The expected Xuanyuan Sword appeared in the fragments. Before the new power was born, he raised his hand and bounced his fingers, and hit the Xuanyuan Sword. A sword sound came from his leisurely sound. Xuanyuan Sword was deceived. At this moment, a golden True Qi Dragon rushed out of his chest with the momentum that swept across the world. Seeing that the old man was not good, he hurriedly pulled back, but the True Qi Dragon was like tracking a missile, biting him to death without letting go. His speed suddenly increased by one quarter, and then turned around instantly, yelled and slashed the Chixiao Sword down. The powerful sword energy exploded and the True Qi Dragon shattered.

This dragon-subduing seal was pinched by Ye Feng overload. The moment the true qi dragon was broken, Ye Feng's household registration cracked a small wound, and blood flowed down the Xuanyuan Sword.

But the old man was different. His arms holding the sword were shaking violently. Obviously, he was at a disadvantage. The old man was very anxious. Judging from the situation in front of him, it was difficult to kill Leng Yue and others in seclusion. He had to think of a way out.

Ye Feng raised his head and found the old man's idea of ​​escaping. His legs bent and suddenly stepped into the air. His leisurely true energy was emitted around him, floating in the air, and he shouted softly: "Xiaoyu, aunt, block their retreat, grandma will come out of seclusion immediately, don't let any of them run away."

After hearing the sound, Nangong Yuting and Feng Ye jumped into the air at the same time. Just as the surrounding situation was about to take shape, a sound suddenly came from a distance, and the sound of "Senior Sister~" made Feng Ye's mind restless. Looking back, it turned out that Leng Yuhan was besieged by the Thunder Emperor, Murong Bo and Situ Zixuan. On one side, Di Shitian burst into his direction at an extremely fast speed, and behind him were the disciples of Kunlun Mountain chased him.

Ye Feng saw that it was Leng Yuhan who learned that these four masters were coming to destroy Leng Yue's retreat place and wanted to stop him regardless of everything. The formation was chaotic and the dragon trapping formation could no longer be formed. In Shitian was considered a master. After each defeat, several disciples of the dragon group were killed by his men.

In the formation of the three of them, because Feng Ye was lost in his mind for a moment, the four old men immediately grabbed the gap, first attacked, caught Feng Ye off guard, and then the four of them rushed out, but they did not instantly escape from the scene, but instead broke into the group of disciples of the Dragon Group.

Although the Dragon Group disciples have strong combat power, what is the opponent of this old monster? The four of them are like tigers entering a flock of sheep, and they are invincible. This sudden situation shocked Ye Feng and the other two, and they hurriedly stepped forward to block them. However, whenever the four of them saw Ye Feng and the other two approaching, they would turn to another position and compete among the Dragon Group disciples.

Ye Feng couldn't help but yell: "Who can hold one of them for me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a shocking roar rang out, "I'll do it."

Ye Feng looked in the voice and saw a burly big man, carrying a giant axe in his hand, majestic, like a giant god. He was the man who had chopped wood before. Although he was tall, he was not slow at all. He blocked one of the old men with a "swoosh". However, he was knocked away by the old man with just one palm. His figure was 300 kilograms and could not be beaten by the old man. The strength of these mysterious old men was evident. Ye Feng had no time to chase him anymore, but nervously checked the injury of the burly man. But Ye Feng had just flashed to him, but he grinned at Ye Feng and said, "Hehe, young master, I'm fine, he hit my axe with one palm."

Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh. He looked at the man's giant axe and found a deep palm print on it. He was shocked, "If this hits his chest, wouldn't it be ruined?"

At this time, an old man in black was in trouble again. Three women wrapped his feet with dense silk threads, limiting his speed.

Ye Feng's thoughts turned sharply and he shouted at Nangong Yuting and Feng Ye: "Don't worry about those four old men, leave Izumi and Thunder Emperor behind me."
Chapter completed!