Supreme Medicinal God

A not-so-good feeling emerged spontaneously. It seemed that some kind of inexplicable pressure was gradually approaching. Ye Feng suddenly realized that it was not good. These three masters used the formation method.

Ye Feng scolded: "You are too shameless, even three hits and one. Seeing that we are a lot of age, we don't care about you, why are we still in battle."

Once in the formation, it looks like the sea, and the tricolor flags are strange.

In the hands of the taller Taoist prince, a long sword with cold light shone, and a sword pierced Ye Feng. At the same time, a long sword shone with cold light from the front, back, left, and right.

"surge."

Ye Feng shot a seven-layer surge in the palm of his left hand, playing tall and desperately holding the long sword, afraid that if he was not careful, the long sword would be shot by layers of gigantic waves.

At the same time, Ye Feng's right hand shook gently, the snow-white jade flying sword slipped off his palm, and the volley flew backwards, jingled in the air, striking two long swords with thorns.

Trapped in the formation, facing the siege of three innate late masters, Ye Feng had to do his best, and he could not hide his flying sword.

Opening the bow left and right, taking care of both ends, a look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the tall Taoist. Unexpectedly, Ye Feng was able to use his left and right swords in one hand, and he used both of his heart and mind to defeat all three.

What frightened them most was that Ye Feng actually used the flying sword, and the sky was full of sword rain. No matter how they attacked together, they couldn't get through the sky.

On this blow, they already believed that, even if Ye Feng was so young, he was fully qualified to be the Ancient Wu Supreme. Those disciples at Shangqingmen all reported that this ancient Wu contest was greasy, but in fact they were jealous.

The young man in front of him really has real talent.

Ye Feng Yu Guang glanced at the short Taoist and the thin Taoist, and he murmured in his heart. He just felt that he had four long swords, but there are only three people. One sword must be unreal.

The formation method pays attention to true and false, false and real, seeing is not necessarily true, not seeing is not necessarily false.

This mysterious and mysterious formation may be very terrible for others, and I can’t touch the method, but Ye Feng’s mana is strong, and the eyes of the destiny god swipe gently around, like fire eyes and golden eyes, and no monsters and ghosts can be escaped. In fact, I saw it clearly.

The wind rises, the sword comes, and four more dazzling sword lights pierce from four directions. One direction is false, and the other three directions are three tall and thin Taoists.

"Jiao Tao."

A row of forces struck the dwarf Taoist, and his right hand was flying with a sword flying in the air. Behind him came a dingling banging body, and then repelled two long swords stabbed from behind.

Ye Feng seems to have touched the trick of this sword formation. He secretly used the secrets of the formation from the innocent man, carefully observed, coupled with the eyes of the destiny god, seeing through all the illusions, he will penetrate this sword formation in no time. Too.

He secretly scolded the three old Taos for being dull and stupid on the surface. In fact, they were very cunning. It’s not wrong for the fox to be the leader of the virtual Taoism.

Ye Feng's two counterattacks repelled the two long swords behind him. In fact, he inserted three flags, but it was a four-element array. There were people in the four array angles. In addition to the three old ways, Changfeng Daochang also occupied a corner.

Although it is a four-element array, there are only three people in each attack, and one person does not take action, in order to create the illusion of three reals and one false, so that the people in the array relax their vigilance.

The fourth person is hidden in the dark and will only shoot at the critical moment. That hidden in the dark is the long wind.

Don't look at Changfeng Daochang as an apprentice to the imaginary Daoist, but also a master of the early congenital realm.

Since you like to play like this, just like you.

Jian Zhen launched four times, each time facing Ye Feng only three old ways, Ye Feng also pretended that there is no fourth person long wind.

The sword array began to rotate again, the battle shifted to the star shift, and the fantasy was not changing.

Boom, the four long swords stab from four directions again. This time, the momentum is stronger and the power is stronger, which makes Ye Feng feel breathless.

The people in the four positions together sneered together, and this time Changfeng really participated in the attack.

But they were surprised to find that Ye Feng's body twisted so much, and all four's swords were punctured.

Ye Feng stepped on Luo Yanbu, and actually appeared in the east corner of the Sixiang Formation. It was also where the Changfeng Daochang was. He was the weakest link in the formation and the easiest to break.

Boom, seven surges.

Seven times of superimposed energy, one time fierce, even Mr. Mo Da of the innate peak was defeated by the Thai Emperor's four hits, not to mention just a long wind channel leader who just entered the early innate.

The long wind channel leader was beaten upside down and flew into the air, like a broken kite.

"Why is he so fast?"

"Just now in the middle of the battlefield, why did you go there with Changfeng?"

In another blink of an eye, Ye Feng appeared at the south corner of the Four Elephants. The tall man said, looking at Ye Feng in surprise. He didn't understand how he ran from the array to the east of the array, and came to himself again.

Boom, a shock.

A row of mountains and seas, the thundering waves hitting the shore of the shore, hit the tall man Dao long and retreating, the red iron flag next to him was uprooted, and the volley shot at the short and old Dao Road in the west.

As soon as the short man raised his head, he saw a dazzling meteor shoot at a swift speed. He cut his sword and cut the iron flag into two pieces. He was frightened. Once the three iron flags were pulled out, the formation would be broken.

He had no time to respond. Ye Feng had arrived in front of him. He remembered wearing a stone. This time, Ye Feng didn't need to wear a finger. Instead, he made a heavy punch with a solid punch.

The short man couldn’t lie down at all. He could only use a sword to block it. Hearing a fragmented sound, accompanied by a mumble, the cold iron sword in the hand of the short man was actually interrupted into several pieces, and he was violently angry. The short man was spinning like a spinning top, and a spit of blood spewed out.

In the blink of an eye, the three angles of the Sixiang Sword Array were broken, and only the thin man was long, looking at Ye Feng with a stunned expression.

The four-elements array formed by the three men has been broken, they have lost, and it is meaningless to fight the beasts.

The skinny old man raised the flag in his hand and expressed his confession.

Changfeng stumbled back from a distance, with a ray of blood remaining in the corner of his mouth and a painful look on his face. He reluctantly picked up the Liyan sword and gave it to Ye Feng.

"Sovereign Ye, is worthy of the supremacy of the ancient martial arts. The four of us joined forces, so that the four elephant arrays can't beat you, admire admiration."

Ye Feng smiled faintly: "Chang Feng Dao Chang, your master is dying to die, will you take over as the suzerain?"

Changfeng smiled bitterly: "This must be decided by our three ancestors, and the poor can't be determined."

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly: "If you become a suzerain in the future, remember not to take the old path of your master's bluntness, but to be kind and do more good deeds, more good deeds, and more good results."

Changfeng didn't answer, looking at Ye Feng's back, his eyes complex.