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Ye Feng was definitely not willing to retreat before a battle, even if it meant facing such an arrogant and strong enemy like Wuma Changfeng.

You have to know that when he was in the Ancient Temple, he even took care of that giant black spider. Compared to that, the Wuma Changfeng in front of him could not be considered to be much. Of course, it was with Su Feiying helping by the side at that time, but wasn't Ye Wentian helping by the side now?

Of course, in these two situations, Ye Feng was just playing around. The ones who really helped were Su Feiying and Ye Wentian ?

"Grandfather, if he wants to stop us, it won't be that easy."

Ye Feng also used Voice Spreading Spell, sending a sound transmission to Ye Wentian.

This time, Ye Wentian looked at him in shock. No way, his grandson had only cultivated for twenty years and had already learned how to use sound transmission? If the Martial Arts Cultivator wanted to send a sound transmission, he would need at least eighty years of cultivation!

"Stinky brat, if I tell you to leave, then leave. What are you blabbering about?"

Ye Wentian said with a hateful voice. It was obvious that he was displeased that Ye Feng did not listen to him.

"Cut the crap. I came to save you. How could I leave you alone and run away?"

Ye Feng lifted his head, and did not even look at Ye Wentian, but stared at the arrogant Wuma Changfeng in front of him instead.

His figure suddenly disappeared into the void, but at this time, Li Xuan who was standing next to Wuma Changfeng suddenly had a flash of foresight, and he formed a fist with one hand!

As someone who had suffered once, Li Xuan would not suffer a second loss.

As a result, when he saw Ye Feng's posture, he immediately reacted. Taiji Fist, holding onto Bird's Tail!

A tyrannical wave of Qi came out of nowhere and wrapped around Ye Feng's body, and then pulled him back.

"What?! He actually managed to grasp that moment ?"

Ye Feng was shocked by Li Xuan's sensitivity, but he still activated his Innate Qi. Gritting his teeth, he broke through the void and sent a dark green sword light sweeping towards Wuma Changfeng.

It was just that because of that move of Li Xuan's, the power of this move of Ye Feng's was not even half of what it was when he was using it normally, and in front of Wuma Changfeng who had a cultivation of one hundred and twenty years, it was extremely weak.

"Chi!" "Chi!" "Chi!"

Streaks of sword beams were blocked by the Internal Shield that Wuma Changfeng casually condensed. Even until the final twentieth sword beam, Ye Feng was still unable to break through the Internal Shield. One hundred and twenty years of cultivation, that was just too strong!

Reaching this level, every year of increase in cultivation would bring about a huge increase in strength. In comparison, Ye Feng's cultivation was simply too lacking.

Even with the heaven opposing Dragon Sword's inheritance sword technique and Void Sword Dance, Ye Feng was still unable to cross the gap of cultivation and kill Wuma Changfeng, and could not even cause the slightest bit of harm.

"Ye Feng, is that all?"

Wuma Changfeng was not satisfied with Li Xuan intervening, but he knew that if not for Li Xuan's interference, with him alone, even if he took's attack, he would be under a lot of pressure.

But now, he had effortlessly blocked Ye Feng's attack.

"I'll show you the true essence of the country's martial arts!"

Wuma Changfeng waved his hand, the sword in his hand aimed straight at the figure of Ye Feng, waving his sword, he pointed at the sword!

The moment Ye Feng appeared from the Void Sword Dance, he was met with Wuma Changfeng's incomparably swift and fierce sword. In Ye Feng's eyes, this sword was like a raging thunderbolt, like a calm wave, giving off the feeling that it was impossible to dodge.

Whether it was to the left, right, up, or down, the path of retreat was completely blocked by this sword!

Wuma Changfeng's sword did not use the method of Burst Out Internal Breath, rather, it was a simple sword move, but it posed a greater threat to Ye Feng than the sword techniques.

"Martial arts can actually be so exquisite!"

Even though Ye Feng was in a crisis, he could not help but exclaim in admiration. Just this simple sword strike alone, was enough for Wuma Changfeng to become the strongest opponent he had met since arriving in a modern city.

In comparison, Ye Feng's Void swordsmanship didn't have any special characteristics other than being able to teleport.

If he could integrate the opponent's Tai Chi Sword style into the Void swordsmanship, Ye Feng was confident that he could double the power of the Void swordsmanship and even make it more unpredictable and unfathomable.

"I must obtain the martial arts of Taiji Temple."

Ye Feng made up his mind. He immediately raised the Innate Qi and blocked Wuma Changfeng's simple attack.

Clang!

The two swords clashed, the tyrannical Qi that was attached to Wuma Changfeng's sword, instantly knocked Ye Feng into the air.

"That's right, that's right. Hahaha, to be able to receive this old man's sword attack, you truly are worthy of being the successor of the Ye Family!"

Wuma Changfeng was dressed in a white robe, he laughed out loud, and took a step forward, and with a light leap, he thrusted out his sword again, horizontally!

Ye Feng who was in the air could not dodge, he could only use his sword to block, but that sword strike just now, the enemy's powerful Qi had already made his palm numb, and the Innate Qi was almost dissipating. Facing Wuma Changfeng's second sword strike, Ye Feng had no confidence of being able to receive it.

At this moment, two fist imprints flew over from the side.

"Don't even think about hurting my grandson!"

Ye Wentian bellowed, and the famous Mad Devil Fist that shook the martial arts world appeared in his hands once again. Right then, both of his fists were actually red, and his white hair floated up, as though he had gone mad, he threw two punches without any pattern, forcing Wuma Changfeng to retreat.

Pata.

Ye Feng steadily stood on the ground and observed Ye Wentian's movements. He realised that although the Mad Devil Fist looked chaotic and disorderly, the reality was that it was a tricky move, with a weak offense. It was not easy for Ye Wentian to have such fighting awareness.

At least Ye Feng was still not able to do such an exquisite fist technique, even though he had comprehended Mad Devil Fist Level 3, his cultivation was the same as Ye Wentian, but he would still not be Ye Wentian's opponent.

This made Ye Feng feel a lot more interested and enlightened.

"In the battles of Cultivation World's cultivators, most of the Immortal Art would randomly throw one breath, and if the martial arts were fused into it, the rings would intertwine, and the rings would never stop, wouldn't that increase the power by more than two folds?"

Ye Feng thought and slowly became excited.

He decided to give it a try and combine the martial arts he had learned with the Immortal Art to see how effective it was.

"Old fellow, come at me!"

Facing Ye Wentian's Mad Devil Fist, Wuma Changfeng did not retreat but advanced instead.

The Ye Family's Mad Devil Fist was famous in the martial arts world, and it was taboo for them to fight face to face with a fellow who used the Mad Devil Fist. But to Wuma Changfeng, he did not have that worry, because his cultivation was twenty years higher than Ye Wentian, and his inner Qi was four to five times stronger.

Slash back!

Bowing and stabbing at the sword!

Slash!

One after another, exquisite moves of the Tai Chi Sword were executed by Wuma Changfeng, clashing with Ye Wentian's red fists, giving rise to an overwhelming advantage.

had already unleashed the entire set of the National Primordial Sword Technique to perfection.

"Ye Xiaoyou, hand the Supreme Yang Work over and I'll let you two live."

Li Xuan stood at the side and observed. Seeing that Wuma Changfeng held the huge advantage, he could not help but heave a sigh of relief, he looked at Ye Feng and spoke indifferently.