Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1165: Soaring Into the Sky

A person somersaulted in mid-air and finally fell into the sea. After treading on the waves a few times, he lost his strength. A person turned around in the air, trying to stabilize his body. From then on, his numb legs instinctively stomped the sea, causing him to stumble, almost getting his pant legs soaked half-way and falling into the water.

None of them were half awkward, unable to reveal any secrets. The moment they joined hands, they knew each other's identities. Between lightning and stone, no one was merciful. After the thought of saving the one who wanted to kill him, Ye Fengsheng was slightly better by half a move.

Qingyi patted his numb legs, watching from afar the part where Ye Fengsheng struck his own forehead. Although his hair was covering it, he could still see half of the swelling. He thought it might be blood-stained. In this way, he just balanced a little, but he was frustrated as to why he didn't have more power earlier. Using this method, he could definitely break his skull. If he couldn't, he would still be shocked.

Ye Fengsheng, without hesitation, strode forward, leapt into the air, chasing after the green clothes that had been pushed into the air by the sword blade. He raised the Black Sword in his hand, drawing a beautiful sword flower under the sunlight, then swung his arm, picking out a sword.

The visible water color of the sword cut through ten nautical miles of sea ahead, the sword blade overflowing, carrying a surging meaning, and stayed in the air. In the blink of an eye, it had already fallen in front of the blue clothes.

Qingyi, smiling, picked up a deep red fan, a powerful aura spilling out from his palm. It was like layers of waves. They all struck the sword crossing the South Sea. After a few times, the sword became a bit weaker. Qingyi gathered his thoughts, turned around, not backing away. He relied on the strong aura of the capital city, wielded the sword in the vast sky. After five steps, the sword was stepped on by him. It broke. The green clothes and the sun overlapped. It was like a rainbow.

Ye Fengsheng stood with his long sword on the sea, letting the waves flow, his clothes remained untainted by dust.

The soreness in his leg had now recovered. Qingyi stood in the sky, smiling, "It's worthy of the Ye family's legacy. It's so strong, that there's not a second person in the world who can rival it."

Ye Fengsheng looked up, "The Pei family business is not bad, but it's a pity that three months ago when our family reached the top, you weren't there, otherwise today you wouldn't dare to scheme here to kill me."

Hearing Ye Fengsheng's implied meaning, Qingyi sneered, disagreeing, "Climbing the ladder is just a means. Reaching the top doesn't mean you have the ability to fight me. You rarely could climb thirty-three steps. But that day you went with Wen Renxi. With her spirit, the ladder would naturally move. You don't think that having climbed to the thirty-third step, the same level makes you invincible?"

The sword tip fell into the water, left to sway with the waves. Ye Feng smiled, saying, "Being invincible at the same level is unworthy. But if you break Bei Yuming's seven arms, you can endure."

Suddenly, he stopped talking. The eyes of the person wearing green clothes were filled with a murderous opportunity. The fan in his hand waved twice, his spirit igniting. Against the backdrop of the sun, he was as powerful as a God.

Initially, the sky was covered with dark clouds. When the sea of clouds rolled, the blue clothes in the sky fluttered.

"The wind is coming!"

The body's swaying was significant. Under the command of the green clothes' waving fan, strong winds rose from all directions. The clothes of the two people were billowing. When the gale reached its peak, the strong wind was like a knife.

"The cloud and mist!"

When Qingyi waved the fan again, the sky became vast, dense dark clouds clashed and overlapped. It was as thick as the smoke from the chimneys of a chemical factory.

"Heavenly Thunder, assist me!"

The deep red fan in Qingyi's hand disappeared, but he raised his arms to the sky, supernatural power bursting from his body, quickly condensing in the thick clouds above. In an instant, a gray palm appeared in the clouds.

"Crack!"

At this time, Qingyi looked down at Ye Fengsheng, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Which cultivator in the world knows that the Heavenly Thunder controlled by the world-renowned Kunlun Monk is actually a method handed down by the Pei family!

And because of this, Ye Fengsheng, who has practiced the Clear Heart Resolution, was able to easily borrow the Heavenly Thunder on the thirty-third step of the ladder! Others only thought Ye Fengsheng studied the method of gathering clouds to form thunder. However, that this 21-year-old young man entered the Jiedan Realm really seems like the Second Elder's divination. His life opportunities are immeasurable!

Ye Fengsheng stood on the sea, gazing at the rolling sea of clouds. His deep eyes remained clear.

Qingyi overlooked Ye Fengsheng from above, speaking, "Those who learned from the Pei with foreign surnames are unforgivable for killing!"

Ye Fengsheng was amused, shaking his head with a smile.

The sky was full of dark clouds. A beam of light broke through, illuminating the cumulative clouds.

Ye Feng smiled faintly, accepting the Black Sword in his hand, standing on the sea surface, yet still taking a half-step forward, drawing a circle, his hind foot slightly sinking. The seawater, originally excluded by the aura, instantly soaked his feet.

When a loud noise erupted from the sky, a gigantic bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the clouds, and Ye Feng's voice came out from it. It was so powerful that no one could ignore it.

At the start, the spirit in Ye Feng's palm brewed into a mass.

The deep voice of Ye Feng continued to echo in the sea, while the Black Sword in his hand still hovered above Qingyi's forehead. The blade pierced the flesh and skin, red blood flowing out. In an instant, it was covered by a layer of bright red, reflecting a strange light under the sun.

"You industries, please be merciful."

When the seawater turned white, and white waves churned, they emerged from the sea. They raised their hands, using Ye Feng's voice to call out in the sky, hoping their perspective would end.

Ye Feng's voice was also not strong. He gently turned his wrist, resolving the blade. The dark sword body was no longer merciful. He vigorously slapped Qingyi's forehead. A sarcastic and resonant metallic sound shook it out of the sword itself. At the same time, Qingyi was hit on the forehead by the sword's body, much like a kite with a broken string. After drawing a trajectory mid-air, it hit the doorman who had stepped forward to catch it after the first two steps.

The whispers in the mouth felt like they were being crushed by a huge rock on the chest. The doorman who couldn't fly beyond three steps was immediately pressed back into the sea by the immense power carried by the green clothes, stirring up the waves. Meanwhile, this also revealed amazement in the eyes of the remaining doormen.

Let the waves rise, Ye Feng's voice slowly descended. Ye Feng, like an innocent person, took out a prayer pillar from his arm, handing it to the doorman in front of him: "Ye Feng's voice, Ye Feng's voice, Ye Feng's voice, Ye Feng's voice, Ye Feng's voice, Ye Feng's voice, Ye Feng's voice, Ye Feng's voice, Ye Feng's voice, Ye Feng's voice, Ye Feng's voice." Please see and hear Ren's voice heritage, and hope to be accepted."

"You!"

Before the doorman in front could reach to pick it up, the sea became turbulent, and at this moment, the doorman was furious, falling from the sky.

To you, Fengsheng. He too, is a fiery person. He is over forty. How could he not be angry when a young person's secret plot came to his doorstep? Rage attacked his heart; who cares what legacy you have!

Ye Fengsheng raised an eyebrow slightly, about to achieve something. The doorman in front already accepted the prayer pillar, saying, "You've accepted the prayer pillar for a worship. I've heard this family should open the door to meet, but our heritage has been abolished for over a month now. If you plan to visit, I'm afraid now isn't the time."

As the words fell, he glanced at the companion in the sky, deliberately displaying worship with both hands.