Peerless Soul Emperor

The speed of the Ghost Hand was extremely fast, and every time it struck out, its strength would increase by around 180 Duan Qi. It could be considered one of the strongest among its peers.

However, when Ye Feng got close to his body, both of his hands also quickly threw a punch. The outsiders looked over and saw two blurry shadows colliding with each other at high speed, causing muffled sounds to ring out.

Such speed!

When she felt the intense wind from his fist, her heart turned slightly cold. It seemed that she was right to let him go that day, she might not be his opponent!

Bang ~ Bang ~

In just three seconds, the two of them had exchanged three hundred punches. Receiving the palm strikes, the two retreated!

"I never thought that this Ye Feng, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, would actually be able to fight evenly with the Ghost Hand. This is too scary!"

"Looks like in this year's competition for the Profound Ranking, he might be the dark horse that slaughtered his way out!"

"I want to marry him, I must!" Countless girls were crazily crying out. In this world, power represented everything!

At this point, no one dared to underestimate Ye Feng, and no one would be stupid enough to think that he was just a newcomer who had just entered the Profound Soul Realm, Xiao Meng!

He is a devil, a monster! If the rules of this competition allowed for murder, then the number of martial artists that died at his hands would at least be 800!

Zhou Wenhao had his hands behind his back, trembling slightly. He thought to himself: His hands are actually faster than mine! And his strength was very strong!

Ye Feng stared at the opposite party without blinking. He stealthily released the power from his hands into the air and circulated his zhen qi once before finally feeling better.

"The next step, should be to use absolute strength and speed to suppress the opponent, and then make a strange move to defeat the opponent!" Both Ke and he thought at the same time. They actually looked at each other in tacit understanding.

Unfortunately, there was no expression on her cold face, and Ye Feng could not see anything!

After resting for 10 seconds, he rushed forward once again, but this time he took the initiative to attack!

"Thirteen Thunder Styles, transform into a palm!"

Both of them struck out, and Zhou Wenhao was pushed back three meters!

However, in his eyes, that terrifying figure charged forward once again!

"The first move!"

Boom! A two-meter-large palm in the air struck towards him.

"Good guy, then let's take a look at my Earth-rank martial skill, Mt. Tai's Collapse!"

Zhou Wenhao punched out. The sleeves on his arms were torn apart by the powerful fist wind, revealing strong muscles!

A giant fist shadow flew out and collided with the palm shadow with a rumbling sound.

A wave of energy spread out in all directions, forcing the two of them back three meters!

Ye Feng had just retreated when he rushed forward again. His speed was even faster than the spreading energy wave. He once again struck out with his palm!

"Leave your hand!" The third movement!

A larger and fiercer palm with faint arcs of electricity smashed down on Zhou Wenhao's head.

The latter's two hands swiftly punched out over a hundred times. However, he was still no match for the third move's strength of three hundred degrees, and his chest was struck by a palm!

Retreating more than ten meters back, Zhou Wenhao could only feel the blood qi in his body surging. He wanted to use the blood qi to condense his weapon and attack again, but Ye Feng's Corrosive Dragon Sword had already reached his neck.

A cold feeling came over him!

"You've lost, Mister Ghost Hand!" Ye Feng said indifferently. He held the 'Dragon Corrosion Sword' and went back to the center.

Cold sweat trickled down Ghost Hand's forehead. If he was on the battlefield, perhaps he would already be a ghost under the sword.

"Lord Ye is so good. I admire you, Ghost Hand!" He stood up and cupped his fists as he bowed, then walked towards Ke Ran.

If they lost, their ranking would drop by one.

This scene was seen by all of the participating warriors. They all regarded Ye Feng as their biggest enemy, and a very dangerous one at that.

"Here!" Give me money! " Zi Yan laughed mischievously, elegantly reaching out her hand to the officials, causing the soul stone card to fly towards her.

She had earned over a million spirit stones just by betting!

On the high platform of the Falling Cloud Sect, the Elder He narrowed his eyes and said: "Xiao Qing, go and check the background of this Ye Feng. If you can, bring him to the sect!"

A woman behind him was somewhat surprised, but she immediately left to investigate!

The others all revealed surprised expressions. It was very rare to see someone directly recruiting a disciple like this! This Ye Feng is a monster!

Half a day later, two people came to challenge Ye Feng, but they were all defeated by him in three moves!

With this, no one dared to provoke him anymore. There were even some martial artists in front of him that were worried that Ye Feng would challenge them!

With nothing to do, he crossed the Ghost Hand that was currently recovering and arrived at Ke Ran's martial arts arena.

"Holy shit!" "He actually went to pick up the witch Ke Ran. Is he crazy?"

"Wait and see!" The witch's name is not just for show. "

"Goddess of Cold Face, we will kill you within three meters!"

Everyone was paying attention to Ye Feng's every move, because this scene was undoubtedly courting death in everyone's eyes!

"Miss Ke Ran, do you still remember me?"

"Scram!" Ke replied coldly as she had always kept people a thousand miles away from her.

Ye Feng frowned, either such a person had been deeply wounded in their heart, or something important had happened to them when they were young.

Walking within three meters of the girl, he said, "Does Miss Ke not intend to chat about your leg injury with me?"

Just as Ke was about to attack, the words from the other party had stabbed right into her sore spot! How did he know I had a leg injury?

Her leg injury had been brought up from a young age and had never healed. This also limited her speed; otherwise, her killing speed would have been much faster!

Although there was a slight fluctuation in his heart, his face was still as bitter as a gourd for ten thousand years as he said coldly:

"This does not prevent me from killing you, and I do not need a reason to do so!"