Chapter 1631 - 1507: Like a Divine
"Kong Ningshuang, what do you intend to do?" In the air, Ling Wuxiong shouted coldly. "Today, I must kill this young man, get out of my way!"
"Then kill me first!"
Kong Ningshuang snorted coldly, and the Qingye Sword was unsheathed without hesitation.
"Do you think I don’t dare?" Ling Wuxiong snorted coldly, the pressure of a Peak War Emperor unleashed, crushing the heavens and earth, making it difficult for Kong Ningshuang to move.
"If not for the fact that you’re Ma Gu’s favored woman, you would already be a dead person now!"
Kong Ningshuang’s face was icy as she said, "Then just try it!"
She was fearless!
She must save Ye Qingfeng.
"Move!"
At this moment, a cold voice sounded behind Kong Ningshuang, making her slightly stunned.
When she turned around, she saw that handsome yet indifferent face.
"Ye Qingfeng!"
"Move!"
These words were spat out coldly again.
Kong Ningshuang was incredibly dumbfounded.
With a shove, she pushed Kong Ningshuang aside, Ye Qingfeng walked out slowly, the Futu Sword in his hand emitting an incomparably dazzling light.
"You, must die!"
Activating the Futu Sword, Ye Qingfeng slowly ascended into the sky.
Constantly flickering.
Now, Ye Qingfeng slowly began to exert his power.
Endless killing intent surged like the sea, the Futu Sword in his hands emitted a massive illusion, held aloft by Ye Qingfeng as if a colossal monumental stele.
Flames burned fiercely on the sword!
"My god, is this person a Heavenly God?" someone exclaimed at the foot of the mountain.
Some even knelt down, the massive burning sword resembling a divine weapon from legends, incredibly terrifying.
"If one’s life could be as brilliant as his, how splendid would that be!"
Someone said enviously, within their tough reality, witnessing such a divine miracle inside their hearts shook them immensely.
"Slay!"
The gigantic Futu Sword slashed down suddenly with endless slaughter, crashing down violently, the void seemed to tremble, as if this sword would split open a black hole.
Even Ling Wuxiong’s pupils slightly contracted!
Without any hesitation, Ling Wuxiong immediately brought out the long spear on his back, infused with violent Heaven and Earth Power, as if to pierce through the heavens, surged forth to kill.
"Boom!"
A huge roaring sound erupted in the heavens and the earth, as if something released, the deafening noise made people’s hearts tremble.
If not protected by a Defensive Array, the Martial Artists of the Ancient Martial World on Miwu Mountain would likely also be implicated.
Ling Wuxiong stepped back a few steps in mid-air.
But, that was all!
After all, Ling Wuxiong was a Peak War Emperor Martial Artist, just a step away from a War God Realm super expert.
Yet, this step was like a chasm.
Still, if it weren’t for someone like Ye Qingfeng, this kind of Devil.
Advanced War Emperor Martial Artists simply could not contend with Peak War Emperor Martial Artists.
"Now, try my move!"
"Desperate Spear!"
Streams of Powerful Energy gathered toward the spear tip, forming a vortex, like a sharp blade, rotating rapidly.
"Go!"
With the vortex, the long spear suddenly stabbed toward Ye Qingfeng, the terrifying force could easily penetrate any steel.
"Die!"
Ling Wuxiong roared, charging at Ye Qingfeng with endless killing intent, the long spear emitting limitless power, terrifying beyond measure.
"Hmph!"
Ye Qingfeng finally moved, slowly reaching out, grasping the long spear, regardless of the vortex capable of cutting steel on it.
"What does he think he’s doing? Is he mad? Directly reaching out to grab it, this is just seeking death!"
"Has he given up, being so calm in front of Ling Wuxiong, does he think he’s invincible?"
The crowd exclaimed, very puzzled.
Ye Qingfeng now seemed like a fool.
"Buzz!"
All of a sudden, the long spear fell into Ye Qingfeng’s hands, vibrating violently, despite the vortex sweeping over, Ye Qingfeng’s black hair danced wildly, exuding cold indifference.
"How is it possible?"
Ling Wuxiong was utterly shocked, his face incredibly astonished.
"I said, all of you should die!"
Ye Qingfeng was incomparably cold, finally, an instant palm strike, carrying Heaven and Earth Power, slammed fiercely toward Ling Wuxiong!
"Boom!"
Ling Wuxiong’s body suddenly flew backward, his face turned incredibly pale.
"How is it possible?"
"Did I see it wrong? Ling Wuxiong was actually sent flying!"
"Advanced War Emperor realm, he actually cultivated to Advanced War Emperor, always hiding his strength, simply terrifying." someone exclaimed.
"Overconfidence, it must be overconfidence, even Advanced War Emperor could not possibly be a match for someone like Ling Wuxiong, a Peak War Emperor." a disciple called out, unwilling to believe, difficult to accept.
"We must kill this Ye Qingfeng!" A fierce light appeared in the eyes of the woman in red.
"Ye Qingfeng?"
Kong Ningshuang was shaken, watching that young man, her heart found it hard to believe, Ye Qingfeng was actually so powerful, already able to make these genius martial artists from the Central Sect World of the Ancient Martial World look up to him.
What Ma Gu, what Dugu Xiao, in front of him, they were all garbage to be instantly slain.
Kong Ningshuang’s heart was shaken.
"How is it possible?"
Steadying himself, Ling Wuxiong exclaimed in horror, unable to believe he was actually sent flying.
"Strike!"
The Futu Sword in hand burst forth with dazzling brilliance, Ye Qingfeng’s expression cold, slashing down with an indifferent battle, a gigantic Sword Light violently slashing down.
"Come!"
Ling Wuxiong roared, attacking with all his strength, his long spear transforming into a fierce dragon, whistling out.
"Boom!" The Sword Light exploded, stirring up a massive wave of energy, overwhelming with terrifying force, causing Ling Wuxiong’s figure to continually retreat in the air!
His expression became solemn.
Ling Wuxiong couldn’t believe the strength of this young man, exceeding his expectations.
The strength of an Advanced War Emperor was just a rank lower than him, how was this cultivation possible?
Also, Advanced War Emperor could already contend with him.
"Do you think you truly are this old man’s match? Let me show you what a gap truly is!" Ling Wuxiong was incomparably furious, his hair standing on end, reaching his peak state.
Unparalleled pressure filled the sky and earth, Ling Wuxiong appeared like a mad demon.
Ye Qingfeng’s expression was cold, lightly caressing the Futu Sword, a slight coldness in his eyes.
"I said before, all of you must die!"
Death!
For Shui Yiyi, Ye Qingfeng would let them be buried with him!
Stepping into the air, Ye Qingfeng ascended as if stepping on steps, seemingly walking up to the heavens.
"This man, like a Divine spirit!"
"No, a God of Kill, I feel an overwhelming killing intent, it’s terrifying!"
"A Mortal Martial Artist, how terrifying!"
Martial Artists of the Ancient Martial World were shocked, watching Ye Qingfeng, their eyes trembling.
Ye Qingfeng’s Futu Sword, bursting with intense Sword Light, the black Sword Qi released instantly, the Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain, was a move Ye Qingfeng had used before.
Twenty-one streaks of Sword Qi, the normal limit of Ye Qingfeng’s state.