Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The unwilling Feng Zhuiyun could only bear with the pain as he waved his hand. Strangely, he managed to regain control over the Nine Star Connecting Sword.    

In a blink of an eye, they had turned into Longsword s, but his right shoulder was pierced by the Sword Qi, causing the power of the sword in his hand to decrease greatly. Feng Zhuiyun clenched his teeth, turned the sword over to his left hand, and quickly executed a sword technique.    

BOOM!    

As the blade and sword clashed, Feng Zhuiyun, who had endured a series of setbacks, was struck by the "Raging Flame Jumping To Heaven" that Ye Feng had unleashed, and was sent flying into the air.    

Only when he bumped into the stone wall did Feng Zhuiyun stop, and he could not help but spurt out another mouthful of blood.    

Currently, the head of the Four Little Geniuses, the elites of the Heavenly Extreme Hall, Feng Zhuiyun, no longer had a single expression on his face.    

Not daring to hesitate in the slightest, he quickly took out a healing Pill from his storage ring and swallowed it.    

But how could Lin Tujue and Ye Feng sit still and watch him quietly absorb the medicinal power?    

At this time, Lin Tujue had already retracted his tattered horsetail whisk. The rusty Longsword picked up the bright sword flower and used "Starfall Thunder Gate" to point towards Feng Zhuiyun's face.    

This sword technique was simple and direct, without any chaotic changes. Although the moves seemed ordinary, the might carried within them was extraordinary.    

The sound of thunder rumbled and stars flashed, carrying with it an aura as powerful as thunder.    

Ye Feng, on the other hand, was the "Tyrant Lion Tide" within the "Hundred Beast King Fist". His fist techniques were like the wind, like a lion looking down on the fields, like a tiger standing proudly in the mountains, domineering and attacking from all directions.    

Feng Zhuiyun clenched his teeth and endured, constantly moving and dodging, but other than the injuries on his body being serious, the consumption of his spirit energy had almost caused him to run out of energy, and after a few moves, he was struck by Lin Tujue's sword once again, and his figure was retreating frantically, as though standing had become extremely difficult.    

"Junior Wu Hen!" If you don't help me, then it will be too late. Once they kill me, how could I let you, a Heavenly Extreme Hall disciple off? "    

Feng Zhuiyun shouted to Le Wuhenn who was watching the battle from afar while he was retreating.    

In his words, it was obvious that he was trying to attract more firepower. He wanted to lure Le Wuhenn into the fighting spiral.    

Hearing his words, Le Wuhenn's heart seemed to be moved. He nodded and took a few steps forward with a cold expression. Suddenly, the black air around his body flashed and he threw a heavy punch in his direction.    

Feng Zhuiyun was secretly delighted.    

As long as Le Wuhenn was able to help, no matter if it was him or his, it would be able to greatly reduce the pressure on him. He only needed the time it took for an incense stick to burn, it would more or less be enough for him to recover his spirit energy and his injuries.    

However, his joy only lasted for a second.    

In the next moment, Feng Zhuiyun's face lost all color, and his eyeballs popped out of their sockets.    

Because he realized that Le Wuhenn, who he had incited, had indeed unleashed a violent punch, but the target of that punch was actually him, Feng Zhuiyun.    

Not to mention that it was extremely strange and unpredictable, the power contained within this fist was also strange and strong. It was not a fist art that Le Wuhenn cultivated in the Heavenly Extreme Hall.    

How to... Would it be like this?    

Could it be that this "Le Wuhenn" was simply not his junior brother "Le Wuhenn"?    

At this moment, besides being shocked and furious, Feng Zhuiyun could not do anything else.    

The black qi attacks had arrived in an instant, from "Le Wuhenn" to "Le Wuhenn", only a blink of an eye had passed. Fortunately, Feng Zhuiyun already felt that "Le Wuhenn" was extremely strange, and was on guard against him.    

When the fists met, he staggered back, agitated by the surging black air.    

The matter was no longer within his control.    

Scanning with his eyes, Feng Zhuiyun looked at the Teleportation Array not far behind him. While he was still hesitating whether he should leave or not, the figures of two Ye Feng and Ye Feng had already caught up to him.    

"Lin Tujue, Surnamed Ye … Just you wait. "    

"If I don't report this, I, Feng, will never …"    

Glancing at the "Le Wuhenn" for the last time, Feng Zhuiyun swept his gaze at Lin Tujue and Ye Feng.    

After fiercely cursing, Feng Zhuiyun, who no longer dared to hesitate, turned around and threw himself into the Teleportation Array.    

He knew that if he didn't leave now, he might even die here.    

What Son of Fate, what heavy responsibility from the sect, in his heart at this moment, was naturally not as important as his life …    

After Feng Zhuiyun fled into the Teleportation Array and left the Underground Dragon Tomb, Ye Feng felt that if he used the "Ninth Heaven of Roc Body Movement" himself, there was a small chance that he would be able to keep him here.    

But in the end, Ye Feng still did it. On one hand, in order to snatch the Son of Fate, no one had to kill all of them; and the biggest reason was, 'Le Wuhenn', this person, was unknown to his enemies. Although Tang Qingqiu was at a disadvantage, she was still far from being able to resist.    

Of course, in the face of those "vicious words" Feng Zhuiyun left behind when he was escaping, Ye Feng was even more indifferent.    

Every single day, his strength would increase by leaps and bounds. Even though today he could only win against Lin Tujue, but maybe next time, he would be able to defeat him on his own.    

Leaving Feng Zhuiyun alive could even serve as a form of encouragement.    

This was Ye Feng's dao, a path that pursued the path of martial dao.    

After pondering for a moment, Ye Feng cast his gaze towards "Le Wuhenn." This "Le Wuhenn" was something that Ye Feng was unable to decipher.    

He did not appear among the thirty people who had entered the Underground Dragon Tomb. Could it be that he was the same as her, using Teleportation Token s to enter?    

Furthermore, the fist that he smashed towards Feng Zhuiyun earlier was filled with an evil energy that carried infinite strangeness. It was not a move that Ye Feng had seen "Le Wuhenn use" before, but instead looked somewhat similar to a devil sect's martial skill.    

Could it be that besides the fact that this "Le Wuhenn" looked exactly the same as the Le Wuhenn from before, he actually wasn't the same "Le Wuhenn"?    

But how could there be two people in this world who were exactly the same? Even twin brothers couldn't do something so similar, right? If it wasn't Le Wuhenn, who could this person be?    

In an instant, Ye Feng's heart was filled with suspicion.