"King, I'm coming!"

Before Ye Feng could take action, Leng Wuming had already arrived. He held the knife in both hands and made a strange knife posture.

"Fire Flame Sun Sword·Heart-burning!"

After Leng Wuming became King of Martial Arts, when he used this move, the power was completely different from before. He thrust out a knife and followed it with thousands of swords. The hidden weapons that came towards him were either knocked down by him or directly chopped into pieces.

iron.

"stop!"

A powerful voice came from the woods.

Ten figures came out of the tree together. These people had strange footwork and arrived opposite Ye Feng in an instant.

Compared with all the masked people, these ten people did not wear masks at all. They were eight men and two women, some old and some older, and each of them had a look of ridicule on their faces.

Looking at the auras, they are clearly ten Martial Kings!

"People from Mountain Eagle?"

Ye Feng looked coldly at the two black-robed old men in the middle, his face calm and composed.

"What if it is, what if it is not?"

"Ye Feng, look back now, we can still give you a way to survive."

The old man in black robe who spoke previously said again.

"Don't you think it's funny?"

"I can guess where the other eight are from. You two just need to tell me, yes or no?"

Ye Feng glanced deeper into the woods, but unfortunately, only ten came.

"I am the deputy sect master of Shan Ying, Bai Mian!"

"Black-faced!"

The two of them, one after the other, directly admitted their identities.

"Go kill the six on the tree."

Ye Feng said nothing more, and the golden battle armor immediately flowed out, and his figure rushed towards the ten Martial Kings as fast as lightning.

So what if there are ten, you’re looking for death!

"Let's go together and kill him as soon as possible. If it's too late, none of us can escape."

Obviously, these ten Martial Kings still don't know what kind of existence they will face.

"Open the sky!"

In an instant, a large golden palm sword came in front of Bai Mian.

"Block it!"

Bai Mian smiled sternly, put on white wristbands with both hands, and raised his head toward the sky.

A figure instantly split into two halves.

"Qi broken!"

"Open the sky!"

…

The two repeated sentences were like a curse. Every time Ye Feng made a move, a Martial King fell down. In less than a minute, only two of the ten Martial Kings were left.

This is not a level contest at all!

Why?

The remaining man and woman looked at Ye Feng, the hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble.

There is no doubt that Ye Feng's aura is still the King of Martial Arts. Why can he be so strong and use his moves without interruption?

"Tell me, who ordered you to come?"

Ye Feng clenched a fist in his left hand and condensed a knife in his right hand, and walked towards the two living people step by step.

"No one ordered it!"

"Haha, Ye Feng, you deserve to die. You and Ning Wuya both deserve to die. So what if you win today? You can't escape from this imperial capital. I know Qiu Hongyan and will be waiting for you on the Huangquan Road."

The aging female warrior queen actually drew her sword and killed herself.
Chapter completed!