Chapter 1370 Fighting against Quasi-Emperor

Ye Feng focused his mind and looked inside the Dantian. The primitive Taoist energy was still lying silently in the center of his Dantian. As before, there was no change.

"boom……"

At this moment, a violent emperor's power surged out. Ye Feng felt that his body was squeezed by endless power, making it difficult for him to breathe. If the Emperor's Sutra had not been silently floating in front of him, and the flow of clear lights flowed out and enveloped him, he would have been unable to withstand this kind of pressure at all.

When he looked up, he saw Emperor Zhuge holding the Nine Nether Mirror in his hand and suddenly hitting the sky. At the same time, his body suddenly went up against the sky, turning into a ray of light and shadow, and instantly rushed into the vast and deep sky.

He knew that fighting against the ground would probably directly shatter the land below, because such a war was definitely not comparable to ordinary battles, so he deliberately led the battlefield to the vast and deep sky.

"Hmph, even if you can burst out your former peak combat power, I can still beat you away with one palm, just a remnant thought!" Xiao Xuanshen snorted coldly, avoided the attack, then took a step forward and followed.

The Demon Demon did not take action. He floated there silently, looked into the sky, and then glanced at Ye Feng again.

The emperor-level strong men have their own arrogance. When they fight with strong men in the same realm, no one wants to be helped by others, because this is a kind of humiliation for them. They will choose to deal with it together unless they meet someone like the Demon Ancestor.

Watching Emperor Zhuge soar into the sky, the hearts of the people in the holy palace suddenly rose to their throats, because the dark demon and the quasi-emperor god were staring at Ye Feng, and were stared at by a quasi-emperor and an imperial-level powerful man. Even if Ye Feng was able to do anything, he would not be able to escape death.

This is something that everyone knows. Not to mention a real emperor-level powerhouse, even if you only face the powerful man in the seventh level of the quasi-emperor, Ye Feng will be alive and have no way to live.

The quasi-emperor glanced at the deep sky, then a glimmering light flashed in his eyes, and he walked towards Yefeng step by step.

At his feet, every step he fell, there were scattered traces of Taoist marks spread out. The so-called shrinking ground into inches may be impossible to describe this scene, because after only two or three steps, he came to a place more than ten feet away from Yefeng.

The faces of the people in the Holy Palace changed drastically. Not to mention Xuan Yue, Jian Wuhen, Chen Aotian and others, even the disciples were full of worries and fear. Many of them even had their eyes red. They knew that the reason Ye Feng faced them alone and tied them up in the formation was to give them a chance to survive, because once they rushed out, let alone participate in the war, the aftermath would take their lives at any time.

Xuan Yue was dressed in white, and Yu Ru's palms were tightly clenched, her knuckles turned white, and her nails were already sinking into the palm of her palm, and red blood was seeping out, but she didn't realize it, and her whole body seemed to be completely stiff, staring at the sky.

Originally, since the remnant thought of Emperor Zhuge appeared, she felt as if some kind of power was being stimulated, and it was as hot as it was burned by fire, but at this time she felt cold all over.

If you look closely, you can see her body trembling constantly. You can see that she has already gritted her teeth and tears silently slid down her cheeks. Although she didn't make any sound, anyone could feel the deep worry and anxiety in her heart, as well as deep helplessness.

Jian Wuhen's face turned slightly pale, his sword energy was everywhere in his eyes, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a sharp sword that soared into the sky. He had never been so nervous at this time. At this moment, he was like a full bow and arrow, as if he could shoot out at any time.

"If you dare to die here, I, Dugu Yun, swore that I, must destroy your holy palace!"

Dugu Yun gritted his teeth and spoke, as if word came out from his teeth one by one. His fists were clenched tightly, but at this time, everyone knew that he was insincere. Although he was an enemy of Ye Feng, that was just the past. Now he didn't want Ye Feng to fall, and he hoped that Ye Feng could create a miracle to survive. It was just that he himself didn't want to believe this idea because he knew very well that it was impossible.

Chen Aotian and Xuanxuan's eyes were already red. They didn't know the ending of Ye Feng, but now they can't get out and can only watch.

The elders of the Holy Palace all looked a little desperate, with deep loneliness in their eyes. Although everyone was angry, they were helpless.

However, in the sky, Ye Feng stood there silently, with only coldness on his face, and no panic or fear was visible. The golden true energy was lingering around him, like a raging fire burning, and the fighting spirit of soaring into the sky came out of his body.

"The Seventh Level of Quasi-Emperor, hehe, do you want to kill me too?" Ye Feng's mouth appeared again with a strong evil sneer, looking at the Quasi-Emperor-level god who had already arrived opposite him, and spoke calmly.

When countless people below saw Ye Feng's appearance, their hearts were filled with clogging and their noses were sore. Many female disciples from the original Ice and Snow Holy Palace had already started to cry silently. Ye Feng was so fearless and calm that he was definitely ready to die.

"Just ant, killing you is just a shame to me. The strongest Demon God of My clan wants to use you to sacrifice and refine combat soldiers. If you don't want to be destroyed by my palm, then act on your own!" The quasi-emperor-level god spoke with a gloomy face, and his eyes were even more cold and disdainful.

"Hehe, is that so? It seems that I have no choice!" Ye Feng sneered, and with a hint of self-deprecating sound, he actually set off and walked directly towards the quasi-emperor-level god.

The quasi-emperor stood silently in place, frowned slightly, as if he didn't expect that a person with a battle body like the Demon Ancestor would be so unscrupulous and accept his fate directly.

However, he also felt something was wrong. After all, Ye Feng had a smile that made him feel a little scared, but he was not willing to be careful, because he could see Ye Feng's cultivation level at a glance, which was only the second-level peak of the Great Saint Realm. Facing such an ant, even if he stood still and allowed Ye Feng to attack, it would be impossible for him to hurt him.

As Ye Feng approached step by step, the body-protecting true energy on Ye Feng's body gradually faded away, and he seemed to have really accepted his fate.

Everyone in the Holy Palace was puzzled, but everyone knew what Ye Feng had to do. His temperament was destined to be born not the target of slaughter. No matter how terrible the enemy was, Ye Feng would not sit and wait for death. However, now he is so close to a quasi-emperor-level god, if the other party suddenly takes action, Ye Feng will definitely die.

Seeing Ye Feng even restraining his body-protecting true energy, a quasi-emperor-level god flashed in his eyes, and his only doubt was relieved. Just as he was about to speak, Ye Feng suddenly grinned at him, and then he felt the top of his head tremble suddenly. When he suddenly looked up, he saw a sculpture dozens of feet tall suddenly falling down.
Chapter completed!