Chapter 470

At this moment, the holy Prince not only felt that his body could not move, but was bound by those invisible ribbons. The whole human body seemed to be in the middle of a terrible storm. The endless pressure and the terrible tearing force coming from the storm made his body bear enormous pressure instantly, as if it was possible to be buried at any time!

At the next moment, the holy King's look completely changed, and became extremely ugly. That kind of frightful look appeared in his words. His whole body was shaking and his face was extremely pale. His eyes looked at Ye Feng, whose body was still at the moment, with an unbelievable look, and said: "how can it be possible? Why are you so terrible because of your eight levels of cultivation? "

Ye Feng did not speak, so he looked at the struggling Saint Wang Ye as if he were watching a clown. Once upon a time, he was so superior that Ye Feng was just a nobody in his eyes. He didn't bother to do it himself if he wanted to kill him.

It was not until Ye Feng showed his edge in huangbang's theory and won the first place, and killed Zhao Xing, the son of the holy prince, that he really began to pay attention to Ye Feng. However, Ye Feng had already been famous all over the world and had certain strength, and tianxuanwu government was regarded as the hope cultivation in the future.

At that time, the king found that it was not so easy for him to kill Ye Feng, and he began to regret why he had not personally killed Ye Feng. In that case, Zhao Xing, his son, could not have died.

However, the king is still proud that he is powerful and wants Ye Feng's life sooner or later. However, only at this moment, the saint did not know how wrong he was. Ye Feng's growth speed has exceeded his imagination. In only two years, Ye Feng's growth has grown from an unknown young man who is called the waste of cultivation to the point that the holy king can't reach. What kind of evil is this!

At the moment, even if ye Feng stood still and let him attack the Holy Lord, he could not do it and was easily bound. At the moment, he felt oppressed to death by the terrible oppression. The gap is irreparable!

This appalling scene made many people in the audience were stunned. The look at Ye Feng was full of unbelievable luster, especially the people of Zhao state. In their impression, Ye Feng was just a descendant with certain talent. No matter how powerful his talent was, he was not qualified to be compared with these giants.

But the scene in front of them let them know that they had been wrong. The strength of the young man in front of him has grown to a level that they can't imagine. Even the powerful king is like a mole ant in front of him and is easily controlled. Such strength can hardly be described as simple and powerful.

Ye Feng didn't care about the people's eyes on him. His cold eyes were always staring at the face of the king. His eyes were as sharp as a blade, which seemed to be able to penetrate the body of the king. This made the body of the king tremble again and said, "let me go, or the envoy will not let you go!"

Knowing that he was no longer Ye Feng's opponent, he lifted out the two middle-aged men in black robes behind him, trying to make Ye Feng retreat.

However, Ye Feng did not seem to hear his words in general, coldly said: "the holy envoy? What kind of thing is it? Today you kill my colleagues, hurt my friends, and those who participate in this battle, no one wants to leave alive! "

Ye Feng's voice is extremely strong and overbearing. He said: "no one who participates in this battle should want to leave alive"

how confident this voice is, which makes the eyes of many powerful members of the royal court slightly coagulate. Then, a touch of irony appears on most people's faces.

However, they know how terrible the strength of the two envoys is. Ordinary powerful people are not opponents of such people, let alone Ye Feng.

It's terrible that Ye Feng still says such arrogant words. If the holy envoy hands, does Ye Feng have the truth to live?

"Click!"

However, without waiting for the crowd to think more, they heard a crisp sound of bone fracture, and the next moment came a very sad voice.

The eyes of the crowd turned, and there was a shining cold light. An arm was thrown out from the king's body. Blood gushed from the wound.

The king's body trembled wildly, and his face was pale as he looked at the bleeding wound. Did not expect that after he put forward the name of the saint, Ye Feng would still cut off one of his arms.

At this moment, many people's looks were stunned there. No matter how to say, the Saint King is also the king of the dynasty, with supreme authority. Now Ye Feng has cut off his arm here, which makes them a little unacceptable for a time.

"This arm was cut off by my parents. In those years, you used despicable means to frame my parents. Now, it's time for liquidation."

Ye Feng looks at the saint Wang Ye who is constantly in the body at the moment. He opens his mouth coldly, and there is only indifference in his pupils.

After listening to Ye Feng's words, the hearts of the crowd trembled. The memory seemed to go back to 12 years ago. Marshal Ye Zhen's figure involuntarily appeared in their minds.It's no secret that the saint Lord framed Ye Zhen in the imperial city. It's well known by all. Now, Ye Feng takes revenge and cuts off his arm.

As soon as the words fell, the crowd saw another bright light shining and blood blooming. The Holy Lord screamed, and his remaining arm was not spared and was cut down by Ye Fengsheng.

"This arm was cut by the Ye family. At that time, the Ye family was loyal to the royal family. Several excellent generals came out of the family to make great contributions to Zhao Guoli. However, because of your repeated persecution, the Ye family was destroyed and Ye Feng's people died innocently."

Ye Feng's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he said that there was a cold breath on his body, which made the surrounding space seem to become cold, which made many people shiver involuntarily.

The saint Wang Ye's body was shaking, and the forces that bound his body had disappeared. He could not help but step back again and again. When he looked at Ye Feng with a strong sense of fear, his mouth was still indignant and said, "Ye Feng, you can't die if you chop my arms!"

"Cha!"

However, as soon as the king's voice dropped, a sound of metal cutting through the air was heard, and the voice of the king's scream came!

After listening to this voice, many people's scalp felt numb. The holy King's arms had been chopped by Ye Feng. What else could he do?

They really can't bear to look down, many people simply closed their eyes. But most people's eyes were still open. They saw that under the attack of Ye Feng, one leg of the Holy Lord was cut off, and his body fell to the ground powerlessly, which was extremely painful.

"This leg was cut by my good friend Qin Yanran. As the prince on the spot, you are the best one in Zhenwu. You have no shame to bully Qin Yanran with the big one and hit him seriously. If I didn't show up in time, the consequences would be unimaginable! "

Ye Feng opened his mouth to the holy prince on the ground. His hatred in his eyes did not weaken at all. He knew that the other side led the powerful men of the imperial city to come to the Marquis of Kangping and made such a killing in order to lead him out.

Once he falls into the hands of the saint Wang Ye and others, his fate may be more miserable than that of today's Saint Wang Ye. In this case, Ye Feng's kindness to the saint Wang Ye has already been considered!

"Stop!"

A voice of indifference came out, and it was one of the middle-aged men in black robes who opened his mouth. Anyway, the Holy Lord also came with them. Now they are so devastated by Ye Feng, their faces are not bright.

Ye Feng's eyes looked at the black robed strong man who spoke. Then, he saw his palms lift up. The cold and sharp air filled the palms of his hands. Under the gaze of the crowd, he cut through the void!

"Dare you

See Ye Feng regardless of his warning, still to attack the Holy Lord, the black robed middle-aged man some angry, yelled at Ye Feng loudly.

However, Ye Feng is not moved at all, that is like the blade of the palm has already fallen on the other leg of the king.

The holy King's mouth again issued a shrill and shrill voice, and he fainted directly in the past!

His limbs were cut off how miserable, perhaps, in the mind of the king never thought that he would one day fall into such an end.

"The last leg was cut by these dead colleagues. You deserve to be amputated. Get out!"

Ye Feng's voice was like thunder, which shocked the eardrum of the crowd. Then, he lifted his foot and kicked it on the incomplete body of the Holy Lord.

The huge force made many low-level Zhenwu people overturned to the ground. Looking at the miserable king, they only felt their scalp tingle. It seemed that a bone chilling cold had invaded their bodies, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

"What a hot trick!"

Seeing this scene, the top powers in the imperial city can't help shaking their hearts. The saint Prince is such a character, a generation of heroes, because he offended a younger generation, he was amputated. In the future, if he does not die, he will live in this world.

Thinking of these, they can't help but imagine that if they offend Ye Feng, will they be treated the same way?

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