Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Haha, Brother Ye, why are you still absent-minded? After beating Feng Zhuiyun away, I can't see any joy on your face." Lin Tujue had never seen Le Wuhenn before, so he did not know what Ye Feng was thinking about.    

His laughter pulled Ye Feng back from his thoughts, he glanced around and asked Lin Tujue curiously: "Where are the others? Let's go help out first and finish off Tang Qing and the Heavenly Sound Mountain disciples, no matter how happy we are, it won't be too late. "    

"Oh right, Elder Brother Lin, that Phantom of Martial Soul you had just now was really amazing. It shouldn't be of a low rank, right?"    

To Ye Feng's words, Lin Tujue became more noncommittal, and changed the topic: "Today, you and I have defeated Feng Zhuiyun, the Brother Ye has contributed a lot, and if this continues, I'm afraid that in a short while, the four geniuses will change their names!"    

Slightly distressed, she shook his broken whisk, then like a precious treasure, carefully protected the few remaining strands of dust on the whisk with care.    

Ye Feng swept his gaze across them and only felt that the amount of dust on this broken horsetail whisk had clearly decreased by a level compared to last time.    

"Elder Brother Lin, I beg of you."    

Seeing that the Devil Flame Dragonlion had the upper hand against Tang Qingqiu and Wu Xiaoyu, with the help of Tang Chuxue's Spirit Force, Wu Xiaoyu suppressed Leng Hsingchen and the other two. Ye Feng swallowed another Pill and sat down cross-legged, speaking to Lin Tujue with a serious expression.    

"You and I, brothers, what is there to ask or not? Speak, what is it? " Lin Tujue asked casually, he had never seen this brat being so polite before.    

"After we leave this place, you better not reveal what I have done in the Underground Dragon Tomb. I, Ye Feng, do not want everyone to know about my affairs …" Ye Feng reminded as he took out another large handful of Spiritual Stone and started to absorb its spirit energy.    

"Fine, since you don't have a new name and only want to make a fortune, I naturally won't speak carelessly about small paths …" But, Brother Ye, if I do not say it, it will be hard to ensure that other people did not say it. Just Feng Zhuiyun alone, can't stop him from talking … " Lin Tujue shook his head.    

He said it was all a matter.    

And there was one thing he did not say. What if Ye Feng was allowed to obtain the title of "Son of Fate"?    

In the entire Yuanwu Continent, in the seven Sacred Grounds, including the Devil Sect, they would definitely know Ye Feng's name and where he was born.    

"I don't care about the others. I'll just take it one step at a time."    

Ye Feng closed his eyes and started to recover his spirit energy, and when Lin Tujue saw that he had started to adjust his breathing and meditate, he did not speak anymore. He threw the broken horsetail whisk into his storage ring, and with a sweep of his eyes, he quickly rushed towards Tang Chuxue.    

Because he discovered that the entire handprint square was empty. There didn't seem to be Lu Yu or Yan Jiang's figures.    

"Sister Tang Family, where are my two junior brothers?" Lin Tujue asked anxiously.    

Tang Chuxue replied uneasily: "Big Brother Lin, one of your junior brothers is dead and one is injured. He has also left the Underground Dragon Tomb."    

"What?"    

Lin Tujue's figure trembled, a terrifying killing intent appeared in his eyes, he looked at Leng Hsingchen and the other two and asked: "Who did this?"    

Tang Chuxue pointed, and replied: "It's that Leng Hsingchen, the other two are also accomplices."    

"Damn it!"    

The incomparably angry Lin Tujue's blood energy soared to the sky, he leapt forward and swept his sword out at Leng Hsingchen.    

The sword attack was swift and fierce. Sword intent swirled in the air as a humming sound could be heard.    

Although the two sword techniques were related to stars, Lin Tujue, who was at the late stage of Sixth Level of Void Stage, was a whole realm stronger than Leng Hsingchen, and his comprehension of sword dao was not something that Leng Hsingchen could compare to either. So the power of the sword skills he displayed could not be mentioned in the same breath.    

Lin Tujue's furious attacks caused Leng Hsingchen's heart to palpitate.    

When he killed Lu Yu, he never thought that he would have to face Lin Tujue's monstrous rage so soon.    

However, at this time, the other two people of Heavenly Sound Mountain were busy with their own matters. Tang Qingqiu had suffered a great loss of strength from the attacks of the Devil Flame Dragonlion, so Leng Hsingchen could only rely on himself.    

Rumble …    

The sword light grew in intensity, it was a move filled with power, it could be said to be the strongest attack out of the Great Net Constellation Sword, with Lin Tujue coming over angrily, the slash of the sword truly felt like a 'chess piece' or 'heaven's way'.    

Leng Hsingchen was in the middle of the "Go board", dodging left and right, but was still unable to escape the shackles of the sword intent.    

He watched as Lin Tujue's killing intent continued to fall. At that moment, Leng Hsingchen did not have any other methods to deal with it, he spat out a mouthful of Blood Essence, and the image of a sword appeared above his head.    

It was his Phantom of Martial Soul — — Falling Star Sword.    

The current Leng Hsingchen, with his entire body covered in killing intent, could not care about his martial spirit's sword intent being damaged, he could only brace himself and use the strongest Phantom of Martial Soul to block Lin Tujue's' Astral Sculpting 'attack.    

"Ding."    

In the air, a sword and a real sword vibrated, producing a sound as if they were clashing in the air.    

Sizzle …    

The sword intent power ignited by the rusted sword in Lin Tujue's hand broke Leng Hsingchen's Phantom of Martial Soul — — Meteor Shattering Sword. It shocked him greatly and he spat out another mouthful of Blood Essence.    

Gritting his teeth, Leng Hsingchen could only raise his sword to welcome them.    

"Clang …" After a long sound, the middle grade Earth Rank Longsword in his hand was similarly cut into two halves. Leng Hsingchen, whose enormous pressure shook the area, flew into the air and crashed onto the ground.    

With the remaining half of the broken sword in his hand, Leng Hsingchen felt nothing but despair.    

As a skilled swordsman, if he had a sword in his hand, he might still have some faith when facing a strong opponent. But now, not only was his martial spirit's sword shadow destroyed, the spirit sword in his hand had also been cut into two.    

How would he be able to fight against one of the Four Young Geniuses, Lin Tujue?    

Most likely, once Lin Tujue unleashed his next strike, it would be time for him to die.    

"Leng Hsingchen, when you killed my Star Image Sect disciples, did you ever think that there would be a moment like this?" The sword contained sword intent and power, and it was completely incomparable to when he had unleashed the "Starlight Chess" just now. There was no doubt that Lin Tujue was killing this person and taking revenge for Lu Yu and Yan Jiang …    

Leng Hsingchen, whose face was ashen, stood in his original position, not dodging at all because he knew that everything he had done was in vain. However, just as he was about to be slaughtered, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of Leng Hsingchen and blocked Lin Tujue's fatal strike.