Chapter 117 Ye Feng Is Still Alive

"Boom!"

Destructive energy spread out from the void, and the empty space was rippling at this moment. The earth-shattering explosion sounded like thunder in the eyes of countless shocked people. Situ Reading.\nＣＯＭ

A mighty gust of wind carried a scorching temperature, like a storm, sweeping from the explosion site in all directions.

Wherever the storm passed, the site collapsed, and the cracks as thick as an arm spread to the entire challenge platform like a spider web.

And the seemingly extremely solid challenge platform finally turned into a mess in a very short time.

On the stands, stunned eyes stared at the ruined site, and their brains were a little confused. They didn't expect that Ye Feng could burst out with such momentum and compete with Lin Bixie's sword intent, thus creating such a terrifying destructive power.

But everything is over.

No warrior who has not reached the innate level can withstand the attack of the sword intent, let alone a mere Tongming realm.

With this prototype of the sword intent alone, if Lin Bixie challenges after coming out of retreat, his ranking will definitely rise to an unimaginable level.

After a long time, everyone gradually came back to their senses from their daze, and all their eyes turned to the pale-faced, chest-heaving Seventh Princess Huo Jing'er.

These eyes were filled with astonishment, shock, and sighs without exception.

On the side of the high platform, Huo Jing'er's pretty face was pale. She looked at the smoke-filled venue below, covering her mouth with her palms, and tears flashed in her eyes.

And Hua Tianli, who was at another place, also opened his mouth very wide. After a moment, a trace of horror and relief flashed in his eyes.

Ye Feng could actually make such a fuss.

Fortunately, the last time, his impulse to go on stage was stopped by Lin Qingjie.

He asked himself, if he was fighting with Ye Feng on the stage, he would not be able to resist Ye Feng's attack no matter what, and would be seriously injured by this terrifying destructive move.

"Young Master, Ye Feng is dead, and you can rest assured from now on."

Lin Qingjie comforted Hua Tianli, who was terrified.

After hearing Lin Qingjie's comfort, Hua Tianli's face looked a little better, but he was still a little frightened and uneasy.

As the audience's eyes turned back to the field again, the diffuse dust finally gradually became lighter.

After a while, a breeze blew and immediately swept away most of the dust and smoke.

At this moment, everyone discovered that at the challenge stage that had almost become a ruin, a figure standing upright and exuding a sharp breath like a sword slowly appeared in sight.

Although this originally cold and arrogant figure was now disheveled and had many burnt marks on his body, the whole person had changed from the previous arrogant and arrogant master style.

But the appearance of this figure did not stop the cheers that rang out around him.

"Lin Pixie!"

"Lin Pixie!"

"Sword Intention!"

"Sword Intention!"

Except for Huo Jing'er who was in a daze, everyone around him cheered for Lin Pixie, and Lin Pixie's usually cold face finally showed a proud smile.

He dispersed the sword intention and exhaled a long breath. The sword intention attack was very exhausting for the spirit. If you are not careful, you will be assimilated by the will of heaven and earth. This is a very dangerous move.

At this moment, he was exhausted and could not drive the second attack containing the sword intention.

"Once the sword intention comes out, who can compete with it! Who can stop me, Lin Pixie, with a sword!"

Raising his sword-holding arm high, Lin Pixie shouted arrogantly.

"Ahem... I have to say that the sword intent is indeed sharp, but you are far from practicing it. It's too early to say such big words."

The smoke and dust slowly faded, and an iron rod inserted into the broken floor first appeared in full view of everyone.

Then, a figure with tattered clothes and a black body slowly stood up under the gaze of countless eyes.

"You... are not dead?"

Lin Pixie's pupils tightened, and his face changed slightly as he looked at the figure with smoke rolling all over his body.

Even at such a distance, the strange smoke could still feel a terrifying hot breath.

"Do you really want me to die?"

The figure raised his head slightly, and a faint voice came out. An indifferent and handsome face became clearer and clearer in Lin Pixie's eyes.

Boom... The four sides were boiling like thunder.

It was Ye Feng!

Ye Feng is not dead?

Ye Feng is still alive! And he can actually stand up?

How could he resist the indestructible sword intent?

Even if it was just the embryonic form of sword intent, it was definitely not something that a warrior below the innate level could withstand. Perhaps they could avoid this extremely sharp attack with their super speed, but no one had ever been able to resist it head-on with their true energy.

The audience around the entire challenge stage fell into a state of madness.

Today, they probably not only witnessed the legendary sword intent, but also witnessed the rise of a true genius.

At this moment, Huo Jing'er cried with joy, while Hua Tianli and Lin Qingjie's eyes bulged, and they instantly became blasted goldfish in a goldfish bowl.

The long sword held tightly in Lin Bixie's hand trembled slightly.

Now, he realized how powerful this opponent he looked down on was?

"You have sword intent, and I have the soul-stealing needle. Now, it's my turn."

Ye Feng, who was in tattered clothes, put away the short iron rod and said something to himself.

As the voice fell, it seemed that an invisible light flashed out from the center of Ye Feng's forehead.

Lin Pixie had not spoken all the time. He stared at Ye Feng's every move with his eyes. After hearing the other party say this, he suddenly retreated.

However, after just a few steps back, he felt a shock in his mind, as if something had invaded his mind.

"Explode!"

A short and simple word sound came out of Ye Feng's mouth.

In an instant, Lin Pixie's mind was like a landslide, and the explosion sounded.

He was like being struck by lightning, his whole body stopped instantly, and a look of pain appeared in his eyes.

The effect of the soul-sucking needle can only last for a moment.

But this moment of time was enough for Ye Feng who was rushing to it.

Lin Pixie, who had recovered from his unconscious state, heard the sound of wind in front of him. He raised his head in a hurry. A black light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and then a steaming fist suddenly enlarged in his pupils.

Although the fist had not yet touched his body, Lin Pixie could already sense the powerful force it carried.

He gritted his teeth to endure the pain in his mind, and his body shook, and his body retreated a few feet strangely.

However, just as he retreated from the range of Ye Feng's fist attack, before he could raise his sword to stab, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and Ye Feng's cold face appeared in front of him again.

At this moment, the two fists seemed to be crazy, driving more than a dozen afterimages, and fiercely bombarded Lin Qingjie all over his body.