God Level Villain

"Don't worry, I'm fine, these are just small shrimps." Ye Feng smiled relievedly.

The fairies and beauties were still worried, but they didn't say much, and the current scene really couldn't tolerate much. They quietly retreated to the side and collectively formed a defensive shield.

At this time, the soldiers' crossbow arrows were also continuously released, but they were useless.

These monks are more than 140 levels no matter how bad they are. These crossbow arrows are of no use to them, and they all bounced back to the ground after they released a defensive cover.

As a result, the personal participation in the battle is just more useless casualties.

In an ordinary battlefield, they let them kill, and Ye Feng was too lazy to move, but in this battlefield, when Ye Feng himself had to do it, they had to stop.

Because this is not an order of magnitude at all!

Ye Feng immediately stopped shouting, "Stop shooting arrows and step back!"

"Military orders are like mountains, orders are forbidden! The soldiers quickly stepped aside.

The target of these casual cultivators is only Ye Feng, as long as you kill Ye Feng, everything is easy to say, so the soldiers don't pester them, and they don't bother to chase them.

Strictly speaking, they are still a little afraid of Ye Feng. As the saying goes, the skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Ye Feng's previous performance is indeed too shocking.

If it weren't for thinking that he was already at the end of the battle, they wouldn't dare to go forward if he was killed.

At this time, Yefeng's exercises began to operate, and the surrounding auras quickly gathered with his pores as the end point. The terrifying aura, like a tornado-like swiftness, caused the turmoil in the space, which was shocking!

When the casual practitioners saw this scene, they couldn't help but get stuck. Such a terrifying technique is really unprecedented.

Not all cultivators have advanced techniques, just the ones in front of them. They only cultivate Lingwu, and those with a lower grade are not as good as advanced martial arts. It's just that it is relatively easy for Lingwu to break the restrictions, so they become cultivators.

However, it’s easy to ban spiritual martial arts, but it’s hard to get up in the later stage of cultivation. Therefore, after they become monks, it is difficult for them to rise to the next level for a long time. This is the embarrassment of these casual practitioners. Low-level.

In the casual cultivator group, a top-grade spirit weapon can also make them fight, if there is a low-grade Taoist law, it will really save their lives.

What Ye Feng cultivates is the high-grade Dao Fa, how can they see it!

At this moment, everyone is more determined to get rid of the night wind, because with such a technique, his cultivation speed must be very fast. If it is not removed now, there will be absolutely no chance in the future, at least for them. .

With this kind of thinking, the casual cultivators ran faster, and soon they were approaching Ye Feng and others. At this time, Ye Feng slowly stretched out his right hand, and a suction from the palm of his hand came out of his hand. A sabre was drawn from its scabbard.

Yes, he would use this ordinary knife to follow a group of monks, Xuanyuanjian? These clowns are not qualified to let him take it out.

At the same time, he did not absorb the inner strength in that page, because the recovery speed of this high-grade Taoism, as long as it is controlled slightly, is enough to keep up with his consumption, of course, it is to keep up with the consumption of dealing with these miscellaneous things.

And, in the process of constant consumption, it can recover a little, Ye Feng himself feels so.

In the blink of an eye, the two men and horses, more than 300 on one side, and three people on the other, were fighting together. According to Ye Feng's order, Xia Xuefenglei and Yan Chixia rushed up to meet those two 160 Level master.

Ye Feng is alone against these 140-level casual repairs.

At this time, the leaders of the major factions did not move. They neither had the idea of ​​coming up to help Ye Feng, nor did they have the mind to blend in with them. After all, they are the big factions, and they can calm down.

Earlier, the casual practitioners had clearly seen the weakness of the night wind, but now that they met him, everyone quickly discovered that they seemed to be wrong.

Ye Feng's body is very stable, as stable as Mount Tai!

As soon as the rest practitioners came up, they surrounded him round and round, and immediately chopped them down.

But I saw the night wind swinging the knife like electricity, every time, it was embarrassing to avoid or pull the knife away, and at the same time one or two of them, a fatal blow!

Everyone's attacks were missed, but Yefeng's attack could not be defeated!

The range of night wind dodge, block, and attack is very small, so small that it will be hit by a little bit, but it will always be so small.

Once or twice, these casual cultivators can still be regarded as good luck in the night wind, but the more times, they believe that this is caused by combat skills.

To deal with these low-level monks, Ye Feng can be said to be effortless, even though he seems so busy to outsiders on the surface, he himself knows that this is a problem of vision caused by fighting skills.

There was a big gap between the strengths of the two sides, which caused the speed of these monks in front of Ye Feng to be too slow.

For various reasons, this 300-person-to-one battle was caused, but it turned into a one-sided rebellion.

A Qingyunmen disciple on a beheading stage has been rescued, and this place has slowly become a battlefield for Yefeng and the casual practitioners. Moving all the way to this place, blood drips all the way.

Ye Feng had forgotten how many people he had killed. He only knew that his skill was consuming and increasing at the same time. Although the rate of increase was slow, he could still detect it.

And the casual cultivator in front of him was not rare. Every time one was killed, there was a new filling. The blood on the ground was getting more and more, and there was a feeling of sticking shoes.

Of course, this can't affect anyone's fighting, no one is ordinary.

Since the battle, the casual practitioners have become more and more frightened, because from the beginning to the end, no one of them can slash the night wind, but their swords often slash against the corner of the night wind.

At this time, if the casual cultivators still can't see it, then they are stupid. Yefeng's melee combat skills have reached the level of super god, which of course is in their eyes.

As soon as he thought of this, the casual cultivators quickly dispersed in unison!

The night wind realized that there was no one around.

He had entered a state of selflessness, and the sudden withdrawal of the people around him also caused him to stagnate.

In fact, this thread is also a flaw. If you are a real master, you can still attack him once in a neutral position, even though such an attack actually has no effect.

The most he can do is to consume a little power to repair it.

However, what about these casual cultivators right now? They couldn't seize this opportunity. When Ye Feng had fully reacted and was ready, they had just begun a series of Lingwu attacks.

In the final analysis, they are different from those who use martial arts to enter the Tao. What they cultivate is the spirit and directly enlightenment.

The two methods have advantages and disadvantages. They use martial arts to enter the Tao and have strong fighting skills, but because they lack some perception and are more training themselves, it is a big problem to become a bottleneck for a monk.

However, they have already fully understood the things that should be understood by directly practicing with Lingwu, so it is relatively easy for them to break through the prohibition. But in contrast, their close combat ability is much weaker.

At this moment, the distance is widened, this is their strength.

A series of Lingwu spells bloomed from the hands of these people, these Lingwu or flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, or flying sand and rocks, or ice, or torrents, or violent storms.

All kinds of Lingwu smashed down with a bang, with great momentum, but not very powerful.

Seeing these attacks, Ye Feng smiled contemptuously, and immediately followed his steps, and Taxue Wuhen's body technique was displayed.

How fast is this low-grade Dao law-level flying spell? Ye Feng himself doesn't know, because he has never flew to the limit, and now it is faster to dodge than before.

Almost when these attacks were approaching, Ye Feng suddenly left the ground.

boom!

The violent explosion sound came from behind itself!

The terrifying air wave swept the audience instantly!

After all, it was a joint attack by hundreds of cultivators. This huge number was enough to cause a qualitative change, and there was no problem in destroying a site.

However, Ye Feng's figure has long been hundreds of meters above the sky, and this air wave is not threatening to him.