Genius Sword Immortal

Ye Feng certainly doesn't know who these guys are, and most importantly, they can't communicate at all.

“I knew I wouldn't kill them all. ”

Ye Feng was somewhat confused. If there were a few people left who didn't kill him, there might be people who knew how to communicate, so that they could know exactly who the other person was.

“It shouldn't matter. ”

Lin Xifeng frowned slightly: “Now that someone has entered the temple, there should be many more of them around here. Most likely, the Sal tribe has been given by these people...”

“No, go back! ”

Asheyuan also said with some apprehension that his face had changed from the initial joy to nervousness.

If the Sal tribe really falls into the hands of this group, no one knows what will happen now, after all, for this group of people in front of them, whether Ye Feng or Ashiyuan they have never seen before.

“Go!”

Ye Feng did not hesitate, the dragon sword technique was really provoked, making the angry thunder yang god look like a big carving again, then letting everyone step on his back and fly right next to the wings.

The ancient temple is located not far from the Sal tribe.

The Angry Thunder Yang god flew with his wings and instantly arrived two or three kilometers outside the Sal tribe.

Ye Feng then landed the great sculpture that the sun god had turned into, and let everyone wait here. He himself headed in the direction of the Sal tribe and sent the Dragon Sword to fly over.

Though the Rage Thunder Yang God can be used in battle, Ye Feng does not want it to suffer anything. After all, like the Rage Thunder Yang God and the Immortals themselves, "Life” is only once.

Once the Angry Thunder Yang God is defeated, Ye Feng loses the Yang God, wants to have the Yang God, and can only regroup.

The sun god is not fixed, each immortal can condense more than one sun god, but at the same time can only have one sun god, and the later it is, the harder it is to congeal a high-quality sun god.

Instead, for the first time, it is easiest to gather the Sun God.

So if it wasn't necessary, no one would have fought recklessly with the sun gods.

Unless, like Ye Feng, if he leaves the Yang Gods on Earth, he can let them protect them. After all, there are only a handful of people on Earth who can defeat his Yang Gods.

Except for the Hidden Shaolin.

Ye Feng thought of the old monks. Although they are now friendly with each other, this is only temporary. In the end, the other party is not one of them.

Ye Feng can only rest assured if he strengthens himself.

Let the Raging Thunder Sun stand with the crowd, hiding in a lush jungle outside the Sal tribe, Ye Feng's sword flew towards the Sal tribe.

This neighborhood is very familiar with the landscape, and of course you know what is most hidden and which is easier to spot.

Whether hiding or fleeing, with Asheyuan present, the safety of the people is guaranteed.

Besides, Ye Fengyang is here. Even if anything happens, his sword will be back for a while.

The people also have a responsibility to keep an eye on the young man with long sleeves in the red robe.

The young man was captured by Ye Fengsheng. He almost broke his nerve. At this time, he was watched by Ashyuan, and he dared not fart.

Ye Feng walked alone with the sword and quickly came over the Sal tribe. The god looked down to probe the past. The situation in the Sal tribe made him frown.

There are only a few scattered dragon-blood fighters throughout the tribe, all of whom are unaccounted for, and these scattered dragon-blood fighters, who are also tied up and held in sealed rooms.

In the Sal tribe at this moment, all walking and walking became the flowers, greens and long-sleeved clothes that were previously resolved by Ye Feng in the ancient temple.

Who the hell are these people?

Ye Feng's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled and felt that this was a bit tricky, because the people below were not as good as the “elites” who entered the ancient temple, but the key was more people.

Around forty or fifty of these guys across the tribe are searching for something in the tribe and interrogating the three dragon-blood fighters caught.

Something must be done.

Ye Feng knew that it was not necessary to be late. In front of him, he had to understand.

He didn't hesitate, he inspired dragon sword tactics, illusion swordsmanship!

The mesmerizing effect of phantom swordsmanship is undoubtedly the best in illusion. Relying on phantom swordsmanship for invisibility, Ye Feng is sure that even a fairy repaired twice as tall as he is, it is difficult to detect his existence with divine knowledge.

Now there are so many strange people in the tribe, Ye Feng with his butt. The stock knows that there must be a leader in the vicinity or in the tribe.

“We have to get people out of here first. ”

Ye Feng made up his mind. Real Qi inspired, illusion swordsmanship!

His figure in a black shirt suddenly disappeared from the air to where three dragon-blood fighters were trapped in the tribe.

What made him wonder was that the group that attacked the Sal tribe had a good IQ and did not keep the three dragon-blood fighters in one room.

Ye Feng wants to take all three of them away, and it's going to take a while.

In the rooms of the tent, three wounded dragon-blooded fighters were dispersed, as well as a dozen long-sleeved men guarding them and torturing them.

These dozen people have been cultivated for forty or fifty years. Ye Feng broke into their midst as if they were deserted.

Fencing!

Ye Feng did not hesitate at all, pushed his strength, a sword from the top down, chopped at the top of the entire tent!

Boom!

A loud bang broke out and the entire tent collapsed. In the chaos, the long-sleeved men panicked and had no mind to see how the three dragon-blood fighters who had been caught were doing.

“These people's intelligence seems really not very good...”

Ye Feng's mouth curled slightly, his figure flashed, threw a dragon-blooded warrior at him, threw him on his own flying sword, then grabbed the third dragon-blooded warrior with one hand and flew away.

Carrying three people at a time is already the limit of Ye Feng, and not only does he want to grab a dragon-blooded warrior with one hand, but he also needs to motivate the true qi, condense it into a real hood, and protect the two dragon-blooded warriors behind him.

Ye Feng's sudden appearance dazzled the eyes of the three Dragon Blood Warriors.

It's that strange young man in black associated with the remains of the ancient gods!

Dragon Blood fighters certainly remember who turned them into trained fighters, and if not Ye Feng, they were just the weak little hunters who knew only to have swordsticks with knives and guns.

He showed up, so... the sacrificial chief who left the tribe a long time ago should be back!

Three dragon-blooded warriors couldn't help but get wounded and excited.

Yet as Ye Feng's sword left quickly, a figure suddenly flew from the tribe and stopped in front of Ye Feng.

A powerful breath is coming!