C24 Dog Slaughtering Sword Technique

The Dog Slaughtering Sword.

On the platform, Qin Yi frowned as he looked at Ye Feng. His expression was slightly ugly.

Although Ye Feng's performance during this period of time had exceeded his expectations, his current opponent was Jiang Zetian. This was because Jiang Zetian's cultivation base had already reached the eighth level of Qi Gatherer, and he had also practiced a very powerful sword technique. His name was... It was called the Gale Sword Technique!

This Fierce Wind Sword Technique was extremely powerful. When cultivated to the extreme, a sword strike could produce waves of whistling sounds. The sound of the wind could affect the opponent's mind, causing the opponent's combat strength to be greatly reduced.

On the Martial Dais. !

Jiang Zetian said indifferently, "Are you ready?"

"Cut the crap, let's do it!"

Ye Feng's answer was very straightforward.

Jiang Zetian sneered. He slowly tightened his grip on the two swords. A faint Profound Qi quickly circulated in his body. At this moment, the sleeves of his clothes moved without any wind.

After a brief silence, Jiang Zetian stomped on the ground and rushed towards Ye Feng who was five meters away.

When Jiang Zetian's body was moving at a rapid speed, a powerful energy wave was emitted from his body.

When he was only three meters away from Ye Feng, Jiang Zetian tapped on the green stone floor with the tip of his foot. After that, he jumped into the air, and the longsword in his hand was emitting a dazzling white light as it flew towards Ye Feng.

"Hu!"

The moment Jiang Zetian struck out his sword, the surrounding people seemed to have heard the sound of a fierce wind blowing.

"Amazing! I never thought that Jiang Zetian could cultivate the Fierce Wind Sword Technique to such a level!"

On the platform, the eyes of those experts lit up, and they couldn't help but nod in praise.

Qin Yi's face darkened, and his eyes were fixed on Ye Feng, who was standing on the martial stage. Currently, Ye Feng's face was calm as he looked at the approaching sword head, and a faint smile emerged on his face.

When Jiang Zetian's sword was only a meter away from Ye Feng's face, Ye Feng slowly raised the sword in his hand and swung it at Jiang Zetian's sword.

Ye Feng's sword came first, then collided with Jiang Zetian's sword.

"Clang!"

Under this sudden and enormous thrust, Jiang Zetian's expression changed. His body seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, and his feet quickly retreated to the edge of the martial arts stage. Only then did he somewhat stop in a sorry state.

Jiang Wanqian's expression was a little surprised when he saw this scene in the audience seats. Qin Yi by his side merely smiled faintly. He slowly lifted the teacup in front of him and took a small sip.

"This fellow has really hidden himself quite deeply!"

Qin Yi looked at Qiu Ruonan and Hu Dawei, who had indifferent expressions, and thought in his heart.

"Yeah!"

Qin Le and Ye Feng jumped up in joy when they saw Ye Feng send Jiang Zetian back with one sword strike.

Currently, only Hu Dawei and Qiu Ruonan knew Ye Feng's true strength, but Qin Le didn't.

"That kid actually forced senior disciple Jiang Zetian to retreat!"

"Are my eyes playing tricks on me?"

"How is this possible? How could that trash have such ability?"

"Hmph, it must be my big brother who made that kid do it!"

Under the martial stage, Jiang Zehu said while gnashing his teeth in anger. However, he couldn't understand why his big brother would allow that trash to do so.

"Right, it must be like this..."

Liu Heishui, who was standing beside Jiang Zehu, also nodded his head in agreement.

Seeing this scene, many people started to find excuses for Jiang Zetian's defeat.

"What... What kind of sword technique is this?"

On the martial stage, Jiang Zetian's facial expression changed slightly as he coldly shouted at Ye Feng.

"This is my self-created Dog Slaughtering Sword Technique!"

Ye Feng faintly glanced at Jiang Zetian, then lowered his eyes to look at the sword in his hand. Currently, his cultivation base had reached the peak of the sixth level of Qi Gatherer, although the Jiang Zetian in front of him had the cultivation base of the eighth level of Qi Gatherer. However, Ye Feng was absolutely confident that he could kill Jiang Zetian with a single strike.

Although it seemed like a powerful attack to defeat his opponent, Ye Feng didn't intend to do so.

A beautiful tree would always be destroyed by the wind. Ye Feng also knew this principle. Currently, in the eyes of those people in Cloud Sword Mountain, he was a complete and utter trash. The fact that he was able to defeat Jiang Zetian, even if it was a narrow victory, it was still very shocking.

Ye Feng had a pretty good grasp of the power of the sword strike that he had just exchanged with Jiang Zetian. The sword strike didn't send Jiang Zetian out of the martial arts stage, it only forced him to retreat to the edge of the martial arts stage.

"Damn it!"

Jiang Zetian's face slightly trembled. He gritted his teeth, mixed with anger, and once again rushed towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes and put his hands behind his back. He looked at Jiang Zetian who was getting closer and closer, and the corner of his mouth slowly turned into a cold smile.

Jiang Zetian suddenly turned into a shadow and rushed towards Ye Feng. His two swords were covered by a faint white light, and he suddenly waved them in the air.

The people outside saw more than a dozen crisscrossed sword shadows. These sword shadows could attack Ye Feng's body from all directions, and it was impossible to guard against them.

However, in Ye Feng's eyes, although Jiang Zetian's sword technique looked very powerful, it was full of flaws!

He moved casually and took a step forward. Ye Feng waved his sword. A faint grey light flashed. It was the light unique to the Profound Qi in his body. The sword collided with Jiang Zetian's sword with an indomitable force.

"Clang!"

The moment the two heads collided, the criss-crossing sword shadows instantly disappeared.

An enormous pressure spread out in all directions. Those who were standing closer to the martial arts stage were pushed back by the surging energy. The terrifying energy waves made many people's hearts palpitate.

"So strong!"

Many people below the stage changed their expressions.

"Mr Feng, do your best!" Seeing Ye Feng's strong performance, Qin Le's eyes were full of stars.

Using force to resist, using force to suppress violence, and using force to fight strength. Two extremely powerful forces erupted with an astonishing momentum.

Jiang Zetian, this super genius, was actually sent flying by the publicly acknowledged trash of Cloud Sword Mountain, Ye Feng. This was indeed surprising.

Judging from the energy that Ye Feng had unleashed just now, the fluctuation of the Profound Qi seemed to be approaching the eighth level of Qi Gatherer Realm.

This was the power of Ye Feng's grey Profound Qi. Although Ye Feng's cultivation base was only at the sixth level of Qi Gatherer, the power of the grey Profound Qi was much stronger than an ordinary Profound Qi.

Both of them had suffered losses from Ye Feng's hands. Jiang Zetian did not take Ye Feng's strength seriously.

He had to admit that this trash in front of him had the strength to fight him. Although he did not know why Ye Feng's strength had become so powerful, he knew in his heart that this was the truth!

This scene made Qin Yi on the platform relax his brows. Qin Yi was a super expert, and he had his own unique vision.

As for Jiang Wanqian, Han Qiuxue and the others, their faces darkened, because the situation didn't develop in the direction they had imagined.

Feeling the power of Ye Feng's sword strike, Jiang Zetian was secretly shocked. His wrist, which was holding the long sword, was still slightly numb.

The surrounding people were also stunned by Ye Feng's sword strike. Was this the trash of the past? In front of him was the genius of the Cloud Sword Mountain's younger generation. Jiang Zetian's sword strike just now had almost used seventy percent of his strength.

No one had expected Ye Feng to be so powerful. He dared to fight Jiang Zetian face to face, and it seemed like he had the upper hand.

"Humph! No wonder you are so arrogant. It turns out that you have been hiding your strength all this time!"

Looking at Ye Feng, a trace of coldness flashed across Jiang Zetian's eyes, "But even so, you are absolutely no match for me!"

After saying that, Jiang Zetian launched another attack at Ye Feng. His body suddenly became illusory, and a Gale Sword Technique slashed towards Ye Feng's left shoulder.

"Hu!"

The moment the Gale Sword Technique was unleashed, the surrounding people heard a gust of howling wind. Some of the people with low cultivation base felt dizzy and dizzy under the impact of this whistling sound.

Ye Feng only revealed a slight smile when facing Jiang Zetian's attack. Just as Jiang Zetian was about to touch his body, Ye Feng's body strangely moved to the left and narrowly avoided Jiang Zetian's attack.

One by one. In a flash, Ye Feng appeared behind Jiang Zetian and slashed at Jiang Zetian's back with the sword in his hand.

Jiang Zetian sensed something. He lowered his waist and avoided Ye Feng's fierce attack. He then kicked towards Ye Feng's waist.

"Bang!"

Ye Feng's left hand followed the movement of Jiang Zetian's leg and immediately blocked Jiang Zetian's kick.

The two of them kept using all kinds of skills on the martial arts stage. The people watching from below could only see the heavy figures on the martial arts stage. Both of them seemed to have started fighting. All kinds of moves were displayed in an endless stream, dazzling the audience below the stage.

The speed of the two people was also getting faster and faster, and their attacks were also getting fiercer and fiercer.

Jiang Zetian was truly worthy of being called a genius of Cloud Sword Mountain. His speed was indeed strange and fast. With his superior speed, it seemed like he had gradually gained the upper hand. His right hand lit up with a faint white light. With the momentum of lightning, he slashed at Ye Feng's head.

However, these people had no idea that Ye Feng was deliberately hiding his true strength. If it wasn't because Ye Feng wanted to hide his true strength, Jiang Zetian would have died a long time ago.

Ye Feng sneered and quickly laid down on the ground. At the same time, he kicked the ground hard with his legs.

"Swoosh!" Ye Feng quickly retreated.

He retreated quickly, but Jiang Zetian's palm blade was even faster. It looked like it was going to hit Ye Feng's vitals in the abdomen. Ye Feng immediately spread his legs apart and rolled backwards at the same time.

"Bang!" Jiang Zetian's palm force brushed against Ye Feng's back. It hit the ground.

The limestone on the martial arts stage was shattered by Jiang Zetian's palm force. A twenty-centimeter wide hole appeared on the martial arts stage. This was definitely a fierce attack.

When the surrounding people saw this attack, they also felt a lingering fear in their hearts. If they were hit by this attack, even if they didn't die, they would at least be seriously injured.

After failing to hit Ye Feng, Jiang Zetian once again tried his best to swing his sword at Ye Feng.

"The Sword of Fierce Wind - Piercing Wind Under Heaven!"

A loud shout was heard, and a sharp rushing wind sound was heard in the air. It was low and deep, and then it fell towards Ye Feng's shoulder.

Judging from the situation, if Ye Feng was hit, he was afraid that Ye Feng's arm would be crippled.

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes and slowly exhaled when he sensed the sharp force.

"This is the end of the show!" Ye Feng coldly snorted in his heart and prepared to fight back.

He had the ability to suppress Jiang Zetian, but he had been holding it in since the start of the battle. Now, he felt that he had done enough of the previous moves.

"Ha!" Ye Feng shouted.

The air fluctuated slightly. An invisible force violently struck Jiang Zetian's body, which was swiftly shooting over. The pincer attack of the two opposing forces immediately caused his face to turn pale.

"Bang!"

Jiang Zetian was directly shaken by the invisible force until he fell to the ground. Finally, he cut across the ground for over ten meters before he slowly came to a stop. At the same time, a mouthful of fresh blood was spat out in a miserable manner.

In the next moment, Ye Feng's figure arrived in front of Jiang Zetian. The sword in his hand was pressed against Jiang Zetian's neck.