Chapter 684

"thump!"

A muffled sound came out, and Ghost Realm's body fell powerlessly to the ground. His body was wrapped in a terrible breath of death, and his life was completely stripped away, turning him into a dead body!

In fact, Ye Feng and the ghost world have no life-and-death enmity, but in the battle just now, every trick that the ghost world used was aimed at Ye Feng's life. Ye Feng can see this clearly, so. There is no need for him to be merciful to the other party. If the other party wants to give him, he will give it back intact.

There was silence in the space, and everyone stared blankly at the deprived corpse on the platform, with disbelief in their pupils.

In the ghost world, the number one genius of the Ghost Axe Sect, he practices mysterious magic, which is extremely mysterious, and magic can kill people invisible.

However, in the battle just now, Ghost Realm also used the underworld technique, the power is indeed extremely terrifying, but his underworld technique has no effect on Ye Feng at all.

Not only were the endless ghost images swallowed up by Ye Feng, but they were also killed by Ye Feng's eyes in the end. All of this sounded so incredible, before people could even see what happened just now, Ghost World had already fallen to the ground and died.

"You actually killed him!"

Seeing the Ghost Realm fell to the ground and died, the faces of the experts of the Ghost Ax Sect were ashen.

"What? Do you have an opinion?"

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, so the head of the Ghost Ax Sect said coldly, the ghost world's attack has always been a killer move, and it is not an exaggeration for Ye Feng to kill him.

"It's just a competition, why do you want to kill them all?"

The head of Ghost Ax Sect continued to question.

"Didn't you see that he was always aiming to kill me? If I don't kill him, he will kill me. How can I keep him!"

Ye Feng opened his mouth lightly, and then stepped back to the edge of the platform, ignoring the owner of the Ghost Ax Sect.

"Damn it!"

Seeing Ye Feng ignoring him, the master of the Ghost Ax Sect erupted with a terrible ghostly aura, his eyes were extremely cold, but he had nowhere to vent his anger. The Shenwu Conference has rules first. How many times he is a strong martial king. At the end, he couldn't tell what happened to Ye Feng.

"Brother Ye, amazing!"

Back at the edge of the battle arena, He Zijian praised Ye Feng. The power Ye Feng displayed just now was simply too mysterious. He killed the ghost world with just one look. Even a character like He Zijian had to admire it.

"It's normal to kill such a person, Brother He, you Ye can easily do it."

Ye Feng said to He Zijian with a smile.

Through the battle on the ranking station, Ye Feng also has a certain understanding of He Zijian's strength. He Zijian is proficient in all kinds of methods, and his achievements are particularly exquisite. In Ye Feng's eyes, He Zijian's strength should be comparable to Moqiong, or even stronger, which is very Terrible.

After being killed by Ye Feng in the ghost world, there were only nine people left on the platform. Ye Feng."

Among these nine people, Jian Yang, Cang Mo, Ye Feng, and Pudu should be relatively weaker.

But Moqiong, Long Shitian, Mo Yu, Pu Guang, He Zijian and other five people are stronger. If there is no accident, Shenwu Jinling will be born among these five people.

Among the five, Moqiong, He Zijian, and Puguang have never failed. That is to say, these three people are most likely to obtain the biological golden order. It is really impossible to guess who they are, and it is only possible if they have fought on the battlefield. Know.

Next, there was another collection battle, and Cang Mo finally tasted the feeling of victory that he had not seen for a long time. He defeated Jian Yang of the Sword Soul Sect and won a victory.

Monk Puguang fought against Long Chutian, because the injury he suffered when he fought Meteor just now had not recovered, and now he had to face such a strong opponent as Exposure, in desperation, Long Chutian chose to admit defeat.

Try to recover all your injuries in the remaining time, and then fight again. In addition to admitting defeat this time, Long Chetian already had two defeats, that is to say, his chances of obtaining the Golden Order of Divine Martial Arts are already quite slim.

For a feast of martial arts on such a scale as the Shenwu Conference, there are many geniuses and great variables, and such an extremely proud figure like Long Chetian has to bow his head in front of reality.

After Long Chetian conceded defeat, it was the turn of the next major event, He Zijian to fight against Mo Yu.

The two walked to the center of the battle platform from different directions, and looked at each other.

"Brother He, I didn't expect that we would meet here."

With a gentle smile on his face, Mo Yu said to He Zijian that in the past, his relationship with He Zijian was pretty good.

"Isn't it just right, haven't you always wanted to compete with me?"

He Zijian smiled lightly, in the first round of the competition space, He Zijian saw through Mo Yu's hypocrisy and stopped treating him as a friend.

"Brother He is powerful. I, Mo Yu, have always aimed to catch up with Brother He. Today is indeed a good opportunity."

Mo Yu still had a smile on his face, as if the relationship between him and He Zijian had never changed.

"Let's fight!"

He Zijian seemed to disdain Mo Yu for talking nonsense, the three-foot green blade was unsheathed, and the blade released a cold luster.

"That would be a crime!"

Mo Yu smiled lightly and opened his mouth, the scent of books on his body bloomed crazily, a folding fan emerged in his hand, he stepped out, his body turned into afterimages, He Zijian's body also rushed out at the same time, the weapons in the two hands swung out, and instantly collided together.

Horrific destructive power bloomed, and Mo Yu's folding fan was filled with a terrifying smell of books. Although it looked like a folding fan, it was sharper than a knife.

This time, the collision was evenly matched, and He Zijian's whole body was enveloped in a powerful battle prestige. The long sword slashed across the void, releasing a cold luster, and the blade seemed to be filled with an extremely sharp aura. A sword cuts through the void.

Mo Yu's figure flashed, and his body turned into an afterimage, and he avoided He Zijian's sword light in an instant, and his palm print appeared, as if there were faintly visible Confucian characters on it. The powerful scholarly air gathers in the palm, and the power is earth-shattering when attacking!

The crowd below the arena showed excitement one by one, the more exciting the ranking battle was, every battle was a duel of top talents.

Under the holy mountain, millions of eyes are watching the battle on this huge battle platform, and everyone is watching.

Both He Zijian and Mo Yu released the strongest power they had comprehended. Every collision between the top geniuses was earth-shattering, the void continued to explode, and the battle stage trembled.

Looking at the scene of the Internet being destroyed, the crowd's hearts trembled.

"The strength of these two people is simply too strong, I don't know what the result of the battle should be?"

I only heard a strong man speak, as if looking forward to who will have the last laugh in this battle.

"Of course my brother Mo won."

Someone from Shuxiang Pavilion said that they all supported Mo Yu. Mo Yu was the number one genius in Shuxiang Pavilion's Divine Martial Realm. Although he lost to Monk Puguang before, it did not affect Mo Yu's strength.

"My young master's strength is beyond what you can imagine."

The members of the He family had confidence in their eyes, and they were quite optimistic about He Zijian.

The master is also guessing in his heart, his eyes are all gathered on the battle platform.

He Zijian's long sword swung out continuously, and each piece could support a powerful sword energy. Although he was not a sword cultivator, his understanding of swords was no worse than that of a sword cultivator, and even a few more. It means domineering.

You know, He Zijian is a genius who has cultivated the two types of power to the late stage of entering the body.

One of the powers is the power of the sword, that is to say, every sword He Zijian swung contained the power of the sword in the late stage of entering the body.

Mo Yu is naturally not weak either, the scholarly aura he comprehends is also at the level of the late stage of entering the body, and both of them have reached the pinnacle of the peak of divine martial arts, and they are extremely violent when fighting.

But Mo Yu only practiced Confucian skills, not like He Zijian, who knows all kinds of skills, and his attack methods will become boring after a long battle.

The battle between the two lasted for nearly half an hour. In the end, Mo Yu lost to He Zijian by a sword.

So far, He Zijian has won another victory. From the beginning of the qualifying match to the present, he has not lost a single victory, allowing everyone to see the strength of this top genius of the He family.

Mo Yu's face was a bit lonely, he was actually defeated, and he felt a little bit unwilling.

Some Shuxiang Pavilion powerhouses were also extremely disappointed. They had talked a lot in front of everyone and supported Mo Yu's victory, but now Mo Yu was defeated. making their words more like a joke.

"good!"

The patriarch of the He family and Qingshan looked excited. His son's victory in the battle between geniuses of the same level has extraordinary significance.

He Zijian walked towards the edge of the battle stage, Ye Feng looked at him with a smile on his face.

This scene in Mo Yu's eyes made him feel angry, and the smile he looked at Ye Feng was more like a mockery of him.

"Ye Feng, what are you laughing at? Are you so happy about my defeat?"

Mo Yu suddenly spoke to Ye Feng, who lost his mind just now.

This sudden voice interrupted Ye Feng's smile, his eyes turned cold for an instant, he looked towards Mo Yu's direction, and said, "What does it matter to me that you stand?"

"Because my defeat has nothing to do with you, you shouldn't gloat!"

Mo Yu's eyes were icy cold, releasing cold light as he questioned Ye Feng.