The Purple Lightning Sword, since it is called Purple Lightning, is not just as fast as a purple lightning. Instead, with the blessing of the formation, it gathers the spiritual power of the Yuanqi Stone, the energy in the sword formation and Yue Zhuoqun's internal force into a purple lightning arrow and shoots it towards Ye Feng.
Yue Zhuoqun's face became ferocious. Hehe, you are dead now, no matter how fast you hide.
No one can go faster than the speed of light.
However, his intentions had long been seen through by Ye Feng.
He knew that this purple lightning sword would definitely emit purple lightning.
Not only can the Purple Lightning Sword release lightning, but the flying sword mixed with Thunder Stone can also release lightning.
The Purple Lightning Sword relies on the energy of the spiritual energy in the purple vitality stone to release lightning through the formation, while Ye Feng's flying sword contains the energy of the Thunder Essence Stone. Combined with Ye Feng's magic power, the final effect is the same.
Ye Feng's divine eyes had seen clearly the trajectory of the purple light moving in the sword. He saw that all the purple light was rushing to the tip of the sword. He felt the temperature at the tip of the sword becoming higher and higher, and there was even an uncomfortable burning sensation.
The Purple Lightning Sword would be nothing but a mere show if it couldn't release purple lightning.
When the purple lightning sword released lightning, Ye Feng had already turned around slightly and dodged the purple lightning.
Ye Feng has figured out the full power of Purple Lightning, and his curiosity about it has disappeared.
With one move, the sky was filled with wind and rain. Suddenly, dazzling sword lights flashed in the sky, and rushed towards Yue Zhuoqun like a violent storm.
Yue Zhuoqun was still immersed in the shock of having just fired a lightning bolt and having it calmly dodged by Ye Feng.
When he found himself surrounded by sword lights, he turned pale with fright and raised his sword to block, but it was too late.
With a puff, blood spurted out from the broken wrist like a fountain.
Ye Feng was also careful and did not let the sword fly. Instead, he grasped the hilt and cut off Yue Zhuoqun's right hand holding the sword with one sword.
He also has to face four masters in turn. Now is not the time to use his trump card. He has to learn from Yue Zhuoqun to hide his most powerful move and use it at the end.
When Yue Zhuoqun's right hand was cut off, the whole audience was in an uproar.
It all happened too fast. The previous second, Yue Zhuoqun was suppressing Ye Feng and even releasing lightning, completely overwhelming Ye Feng with his momentum. But who would have thought that the next second, his right hand was cut off and blood spurted out.
"Save the master."
Zhao Yizhi led several disciples to rush over to protect Yue Zhuoqun. They were worried that Ye Feng would kill him again. Ye Feng did not want to kill Yue Zhuoqun. After cutting off his hand, he put away his sword.
There was not a speck of blood on the jade-like sword.
Yue Zhuoqun was anxious, angry, and heartbroken. His eyes rolled back and he fell straight back.
Seeing Yue Zhuoqun's hand cut off, Taoist Chongxu and Zen Master Zhikong looked at each other in shock and a little surprise. They were shocked by Ye Feng's move as they didn't understand it, but they were happy that Yue Zhuoqun lost the chance to snatch the Heyi Pill, and the two of them had a chance.
Mr. Mo Da and Du Zhongze had indifferent expressions. They had already guessed the result. At the beginning, they were still worried about Ye Feng. They also noticed that the sword in Yue Zhuoqun's hand was a bit strange.
The purple energy stone on the sword is the key, it is definitely not just a decoration, but when the purple lightning sword shot out purple light, the two of them were even more anxious. If they were standing opposite Yue Zhuoqun at that time, no one could have avoided it.
But when Ye Feng calmly flashed the purple lightning, the two looked at each other and smiled knowingly. This kid actually understood everything. Yue Zhuoqun was bound to lose.
Sure enough, Yue Zhuoqun was covered in blood on the field.
The disciples of Yihua Palace, Lan Ling'er, Jiang Yuxin, Jiang Yixue and others were all worried. They didn't understand why Ye Feng, who was so powerful and could kill top-level masters in seconds, was always suppressed by Yue Zhuoqun.
Is a Xiantian master so much stronger than a Tianshi master? Is it beyond his ability
Especially when the Purple Lightning Sword released dazzling lightning, all the disciples of Yihua Palace were frightened and screamed. Jiang Yixue almost covered her face and dared not to look, thinking that Ye Feng would be in great danger, but unexpectedly, Ye Feng escaped calmly.
They cheered happily again, and a bigger surprise appeared. Ye Feng cut off Yue Zhuoqun's right hand with a sword. After everyone screamed, they cheered together.
"The master is mighty."
"I knew Brother Ye could win."
"Come on, Brother Ye."
Nie Qingwu was also silently worried about Ye Feng, and her expression changed several times. It was not until Ye Feng won in the end that she patted her chest and smiled with relief.
Many Taiyi Sect disciples had hateful expressions on their faces. They couldn't believe that their Sect Master would suddenly suffer a tragic defeat. Some people chattered and whispered, "He used magic. At the last moment, the Sect Master seemed to have been bewitched by his magic. He stood there in a daze, and then he cut off his right hand with a sword."
"Yes, he must have used some despicable means. It was clearly Master who was forcing him to beat him."
"He must have..."
Elder Lu announced helplessly: "Ye Feng from Yihua Palace wins and continues to be the champion. The next challenger is Mr. Mo Da."
Influenced by Yue Zhuoqun's failed challenge and his heroic decision to cut off his own arm, the disciples of Fangcun Mountain became nervous.
Mr. Mo Er smiled at his eldest brother and said, "Brother, winning or losing is not important, just be careful."
The little granddaughter Mo Lingshan also pulled the corner of her grandfather Mr. Mo's clothes: "Grandpa, I believe you can win, teach him a lesson for me."
Mo Lingshan made a face at the ring. Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and glared at her. This girl was still so arrogant.
Du Zhong was standing outside the stadium, closest to Ye Feng. He shouted to Ye Feng, "Come on."
Mr. Mo Da, wearing a silk Confucian robe, strode towards the stadium with big strides. His white beard fluttered in the wind and his robe rustled in the mountain breeze.
Although Mr. Mo Da had white hair and beard, his face was ruddy and he was tall and strong. Standing there he looked like a mountain.
"Mr. Mo Da looks very good,"
Mr. Mo Da tied the hem of his robe around his waist, got ready, clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Sect Master Ye for defeating Yue Zhuoqun. Sect Master Ye's skills are hard to figure out. Judging from the sword moves you used, they are definitely not from Yihua Palace. I wonder what sect or school they are from?"
A sly smile flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. He didn't want to reveal the truth about the Misty Rain Sword Technique.
"You mean my sword skills? I learned them by accident in a cave. They were the moves that kids used to fight. I learned a few moves for fun, but I didn't expect that I liked them more and more, and finally I learned how to use them."
"It's really funny. I was just playing with Sect Master Yue, and no one would get hurt. But Sect Master Yue secretly sent me a lightning bolt, which scared me so much that I accidentally cut off his hand. He forced me to do this, and I didn't want to do it."
"Sect Master Ye is truly a genius. The child's fighting moves can cut off the hand of the dignified Taiyi Sect Master. Let me learn from you the child's fighting sword moves."