Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1203: Instant Collapse

They were in the darkness, Ye Fengsheng was in the light, they were caught off guard. On the contrary, they utilized Ye Fengsheng, an enemy against two foes. However, these two monks who had been hiding for a long time suffered a massive spiritual energy shock.

But before these two could dispel the shock in spirit, Ye Feng's voice descended from the sky, his powerful spirit pouring out like a flood, pressing them down, making it hard to breathe. The ten-mile forest beneath their feet was collapsing, at risk of crumbling in an instant.

In the dark sky, there was a long rainbow. Ye Feng's powerful voice appeared before these two people, seasoned veterans. They knew where the difficulty lay. As they gazed, they resisted thoughts. They never thought Ye Feng's hands were faster than his mind. Their pale hands trembled in the air. First, there was wind. They tied a knot face to face, and the real hit landed on these two people's faces, immediately leaving dents on their faces.

Where could they stop? After eating, they lost their balance. As their bodies involuntarily fell, Ye Feng's voice slowed down, and their wrists were pressed down.

Next, I just grabbed their ankles raised after losing balance. With a gentle press of the five fingers, the slight cracking sound of broken bones vanished within the howling wind.

Ye Fengsheng carried a person in one hand, suddenly stopped, and the momentum around him abruptly turned. After two spins of the body, he forced three forces to smash two monks who didn't understand the details but wanted to kill him on the ground.

"Boom!"

After a burst of shaking sound of violence, the place where Ye Fengsheng stood remained intact. For thousands of years, within three miles of Fang Yuan, less than half of the worn rocks collapsed. Countless mud and dust erupted like a mountain torrent. The occasional splash flooded into the cracked stone walls. Numerous ancient trees toppled together, interweaving with each other. At this moment, the originally beautiful mountains now turned chaotic and devastated.

On the side, Ye Fengsheng stood in the center, letting the two monks buried deep in the mountains struggle to climb up, but there was no way to stop them. They just regarded these two monks as foreign Kunlun monks.

The cultivator standing on the right of the goat beard quickly crawled up from the ground, moving the bones of his body for a while, as if noticing the scar on the ankle. After the pain, he gazed at Ye Fengsheng with a hint of fear.

The short-haired cultivator on the left wasn't in a hurry to get up. He sat on the ground tidying his messy clothes, smiling at Ye Fengsheng. His white teeth gleamed like the blood of a beast under the moonlight, tightly seeping out.

Kunlun stands in the world, even Duanmai Mountain must fear it by three points. Naturally, it has some true talents. Ye Fengsheng's violent strike wouldn't harm the two, naturally. Even Ye Fengsheng himself wasn't surprised. It's strange that he killed people so easily with such a method.

"You killed Ye Fengsheng of Duanmai Mountain, that's worth mentioning. With your state, you fear the heaven and earth have only one, hard to find. More worth mentioning is your current age. If you can grow, you will fear that in twenty years, no one in the world will be your enemy. If you want to join Yuan Ying, it's enough to establish a sect and become one."

Ye Fengsheng laughed and said, "Opening a sect is unworthy of killing Kunlun, killing Kunlun isn't difficult."

Wild people are rare. When they arrive, they can't form any enemy. However, these two monks never met before, but waited for their shortcomings to deliver a fatal step. If they hadn't practiced the heart-clearing method, they would have perished by day's end. Aside from Kunlun associated with the Pei family, none were willing to blast themselves to death. Who else would kill him right away without asking his name?

"Indeed, there are many talented people.

Ye Fengsheng stopped, his left leg landing on the ground, toes sunk three inches deep. Centered on this, a massive visible aura burst exploded. The short-haired monk who fell to the ground hadn't raised his spiritual energy, and this energy disturbed him as the ground roared, ripping his clothes into shreds when the ground rumbled. On one side, fixing the goat beard was the last, Shi Gan moved.

The entire body was enveloped in the aura. Within the rippling halo, his palms separated at the body's side. The air around his palms was self-sufficient, the external objects were not invaded. His long sleeves floated, the surrounding dust confusing him. The ground below cracked open. He was like an immortal who doesn't eat human flesh. He could fall before his eyes without changing his expression.

Energy is energy, energy is layer, energy is layer. The distance between them was less than ten steps. He had already gathered tremendous power. Thousands of soil and dust didn't invade his whole body. His double sleeves ballooned. Near Ye Feng's forelimbs, his entire spirit suddenly exploded, countless visible spirits poured from his voice like flood diversion, unstoppable.

Every square inch, Ye Fengsheng's pupils lit up, fingertips lightly tapped, and he whispered, "Rise!"

Before the corpse, the earth cracked a huge abyss, big and small, visible and invisible, countless rock fragments flew in an instant. The earth at this moment, brown and black wall piles gathered in front, resembling a thin, tofu residue project, yet like a wall, blown down by a great wind, but it accomplished the great spirit undamaged. Not breaking a wall, not even a grain of sand fell.

Just when the bearded cultivator thought it impossible to prevent himself from attacking the erected wall, the wall roared and then burst with a bomb.

After the blast, Ye Fengsheng's palms shone. They didn't even blink, three arrows shot out!

The Burning Swallow Arrow is an ancient earthquake method of the Skyfire Sect. It borrowed the fiery element within the halo. Ye Fengsheng didn't want to use this attribute. Currently, he had no time to inject the fire attribute, so he hurriedly condensed some halo and directly attacked.

Putting down his hand, Ye Feng's voice stopped. A gaze far from the battlefield, fingertips traced the halo mark in the air, a dim light suddenly pierced through the halo, transformed into a plume of smoke, vanishing without a trace.

But I couldn't imagine that the short-haired cultivator, whose clothes were shattered, didn't quickly cover up his body. In the dark night, a group of naked white flesh approached, exposing countless shadows, and then was chopped down in Ye Fengsheng's voice.

There was a mark Ye Fengsheng left on his head, but his eyes were exceptionally clear.

Ye Fengsheng didn't handle his hand knife well. He raised his hand and struck hard on the forehead. But he didn't think white flesh defied common sense. When Ye Fengsheng raised his hand to hit it, his head collided with his own. Meanwhile, as he bent his elbows and wrists, he wanted to become the root of an old tree. He tightly grasped Ye Fengsheng's palm; the airflow of his body moved, unexpectedly wanting to break Ye Fengsheng's arm at this opportunity.

Ye Feng's voice slightly raised an eyebrow, footsteps slightly shifted, power surged from the ground, wrapped his waist and arms. He shook his wrist, a very crisp and loud sound appeared in the air:

After a heavy slap, Ye Fengsheng withdrew his palm, not slapping hard. Now, the short-haired, swollen-cheeked monk wasn't kind. When he was still in a daze, he lifted his leg and kicked his abdomen. His body was full of vitality.

When white flesh was about to be kicked out, it broke countless thick trunks, the trunks fell with a crash in mid-air, making 'clack clack' sounds, unsure if it's his bones or the tree.

The goat-bearded monk waved three light arrows, temporarily numb. He marveled at Ye Fengsheng's ability. Meanwhile, he soared into the sky, but held a fresh green Frost Sword in hand.

"Qiang~!"

He seemed to feel he was about to stab Ye Fengsheng's great trunk with the sword in his hand. He hurriedly ceased attack, simultaneously turning his backhand to the side. However, with the previous momentum, his feet had already deeply taken root in the soil.

Dangerous light glinted in his eyes. The goat brother Hu looked at Ye Feng's voice, deeply furrowing his brow when night fell, cold wind howling.