The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

Ye Feng's raised hand was trembling slightly, he was panting heavily, as if trying to control his killing intent.

The killing intent just now seemed to have controlled him, causing him to struggle between rationality and killing intent.

Wang Xuanze, who had never experienced the First Battle of Jiulong Mountain, looked at the chaotic crowd around him in a daze. He couldn't understand why these people were so flustered all of a sudden.

He looked at the eyes of those people, and read the meaning of sympathy from them, as well as the indifference that he would have when looking at the dead.

He suddenly trembled, and an unbelievable thought came to his mind.

Could it be...he really dared to kill me in front of so many people?
He looked at the first table in a state of confusion. On that table sat the most prominent people in the entire Lane Island, including the governor of Xiangdu Mansion. He asked to prove his idea.

However, he found that although the governor's brows were furrowed and his eyes were anxious, he didn't seem to doubt that Ye Feng would kill people here.

Suddenly, Wang Xuanze panicked.

He knelt down on the ground with a plop, and hurriedly kowtowed, begging for Ye Feng's forgiveness.

Compared with life, leaving Lane Island is nothing.

On the high platform, Ye Feng's expression was still ferocious, and a red light flashed faintly in his hand. At this moment, Xu Yao, who had been paying attention to Ye Feng, suddenly stepped onto the stage, held Ye Feng's arm, and wanted to press it down , but found that he had used a lot of strength, but he couldn't shake Ye Feng at all, and his heart suddenly felt awe-inspiring.

He has always known that there is a huge gap between a martial arts master and an entry-level master, but now he finds that with all his strength, he can't even shake Ye Feng's arm, and his heart suddenly becomes awe-inspiring.

The red light in Ye Feng's hand gradually became more intense. Those with sharp eyes could vaguely see a small knife in the red light. Those who had witnessed the battle of Jiulong Mountain immediately recognized the small knife.

That was the [-]-meter broadsword that Ye Feng used when he was leveling the mountain, but now, that knife is countless times smaller, only the thickness of a small finger.

But even with such a small red knife, no one dared to underestimate it. They knew that if this small knife flew out, people would be killed immediately in this overjoyed meeting place.

Long Yuetian was also sitting on that table. Seeing that Ye Feng's mood was obviously wrong at this moment, he was not only worried, but when he was about to step forward to stop him, the red knife in Ye Feng's hand suddenly shot out.

Seeing this, Long Yuetian hurriedly jumped up and appeared on the path of the knife. The white mist surged all over his body, and his aura instantly appeared, colliding with the knife.

"bass!"

There was a slight sound like a sword being unsheathed, but it was the knife that pierced Long Yuetian's breastbone, and Long Yuetian's expression had already turned into inexplicable shock.

As a Taoist, he couldn't even block Ye Feng's anger.

I saw that the white mist covering Long Yuetian's whole body had become thinner now, and the knife almost stopped in front of Long Yuetian for a moment, then penetrated his body, and shot straight at Wang Xuanze.

Wang Xuanze, who was already confused by this scene of ghosts and gods, was terrified. His feet were already trembling. He wanted to escape, but he had no strength. He could only watch helplessly as the red knife got closer and closer. When his head fell, the red knife finally disappeared in mid-air.

During the contact with Long Yuetian, the knife had exhausted all its energy.

"Cough cough!"

Long Yuetian coughed violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the part of his body that was pierced was bleeding profusely.

After such relief, Ye Feng's mind finally became clear. Looking at Long Yuetian in front of him, he frowned first, and then relaxed.

"Thank you."

Ye Feng's voice was slightly low.

At that moment just now, Ye Feng could clearly feel that his mind was blurred, as if there was a voice in his mind that kept talking in his mind.

Kill him, kill him.

And Ye Feng did the same. Fortunately, Long Yuetian blocked his attack. If he really let him kill Wang Xuanze alone and arouse Ye Feng's murderous intentions, I am afraid that today's banquet will become a blood feast.

"Today's banquet is over, everyone please go back!"

The banquet has become like this, obviously it can't go on, Long Yuetian is seriously injured, the most urgent thing now is to send Long Yuetian to be treated first.

Under the stage, the leaders of hundreds of families and enterprises were just silent at this moment.

The strength shown by Ye Feng is really too strong.

Because of their identities, these people all know a little about warriors, and they know that this is a special group, which symbolizes great strength.

But no one has ever seen such a powerful warrior. He just raised his hand in the air, and seriously injured a Dao master.

That is a Daoist master, and in any country, he is regarded as a top-notch existence, but in Ye Feng's hands, he was defeated by one move.

Such an incomprehensibly powerful strength made everyone feel great fear.

"Go, take you to the hospital."

After explaining to everyone, Ye Feng walked up to Long Yuetian, picked him up, and said softly.

When passing by Wang Xuanze, Ye Feng did not forget to add: "Leave Xiangdao within three days."

After speaking, Ye Feng's figure disappeared, leaving only the crowd with different expressions on the scene.

……

In the best hospital in Xiangdao, Long Yuetian was lying quietly on the hospital bed. His chest injury had been treated and he was no longer bleeding, but he was staring at the ceiling with a dull expression, a little absent minded.

What echoed in his mind was still Ye Feng's red knife.

He couldn't figure out why such a small knife made of qi could penetrate his aura and penetrate his sternum.

Ye Feng was sitting beside Long Yuetian. Seeing that Long Yuetian was always looking at the ceiling without making a sound, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "How is it?"

Long Yuetian turned his head and took a deep look at Ye Feng.

He suddenly thought of the battle at Linjiangting.

At that time, although there was a big difference in strength between Ye Feng and him, at least he could fight back and forth. However, after so many days without seeing him, he couldn't even block Ye Feng's move, even if it wasn't for him At that time, he avoided the vital point, but now he might be directly killed by the knife.

"Are you really... already so strong?"

Long Yuetian smiled wryly, as if it was still difficult to accept this reality.

"Every time I use the power of the demigod, my power will increase, even after the power of the demigod disappears."

Ye Feng explained patiently.

Hearing this, Long Yuetian suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Doesn't that mean that if you borrow the power of the demigod a few more times, you can truly step into the demigod?"