Ye Feng sneered: "It's the same old trick again. I broke this trick before, and now it's used again, but it still doesn't work."
Huan Zun sneered: "Really? Then you try it."
The four Phantom Lords rushed towards Ye Feng together. Ye Feng shook his wrist and the Thunder Sword burst into a dazzling sword light, but Ye Feng found that his wrist was like being entangled by a soft rope and he could not raise his hand.
He was suddenly startled and understood. It was the power of thought, such a powerful power of thought.
Only then did he notice Wang Fei's smug sneer on his face.
Wang Fei sneered complacently: "What's wrong, use your flying sword? I heard that your flying sword is very powerful. Use it, let me see how you use it."
Wang Can said with a flattering look on his face: "Second brother's mind binding has improved again, and this kid can't move."
It turned out to be the Demonic Sect's mental bondage.
The strength of the Demonic Intent Sect is not only due to their Demonic Intent Fist, which is a unique skill in the world of magic and martial arts, but also because of another unique skill that makes some demon masters unable to compete with them, which is their powerful willpower.
Especially for masters like Wang Fei and Sect Master Wang Dayi, who are at the level of Demon Lord, their power of thoughts can kill people without them even noticing.
Ye Feng felt a huge force restraining his hands, and he was unable to move for a moment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Huan Zun sent four figures rushing over, and hundreds of fists hit Ye Feng solidly.
Even from a distance, one could hear the sound of fists hitting Ye Feng.
Those human slaves who knew who Ye Feng was became nervous for him. Their eyes were filled with worry and sadness, and the scene of Ye Feng being beaten to the point of bleeding and dying emerged in their minds.
But Ye Feng still had a smile on his face, and his whole body was emitting dazzling golden light like the sun.
When attacked, the spiritual shield on Ye Feng's left wrist instantly burst into golden light. The greater the external attack, the brighter the golden light.
Huanzun is at the demon lord level, and his punches are so fast that a sonic boom can be heard.
Ye Feng felt that his whole body was attacked by a huge force, and the spiritual energy shield was almost shattered. Fortunately, he transferred all his spiritual energy into the spiritual energy shield, making the spiritual energy shield emit extraordinary power.
Although Ye Feng's hands could not move, the flying sword in his hand still emitted golden light, like a golden lightning, shooting towards Huan Zun.
Ye Feng had used his divine eyes to see through the illusion of the Illusion Master. Among the four figures, two were fake and two were real. The Thunder Sword shot directly at the two real figures.
Huanzun was secretly shocked. He was attacking with ten levels of strength, but Ye Feng could withstand them all and even send out a flying sword. He couldn't help but look at Wang Fei suspiciously. Why couldn't your mind binding restrain his flying sword
Wang Fei felt the dissatisfaction in Huanzun's eyes, and he was helpless. He had used ten levels of mental power to control Ye Feng's hands, but he could not control Ye Feng's thoughts.
Ye Feng's flying sword does not require the use of his hands, but rather his mind, so the flying sword continues to fly, and it cannot be controlled by the constraints of his mind.
A black light flashed in Wang Can's hand, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a black iron magic spear was already in his hand.
He stabbed Ye Feng hard in the chest.
"As expected of a demon from the devil, even though his hands are bound, he can still use a flying sword. Let's try the magic spear."
Wang Can is the third in command of the Mo Yi Sect. However, his magic skills are far inferior to those of the first and second in command, and are only slightly higher than those of his nephew Wang Meng. His focus is all on the Demon Entertainment City.
He didn't like to practice the magic power of the Demonic Will Sect, so his favorite weapon was the Demonic Spear, and his cultivation level was only the sixth level of Demon General-level Demon Yuan.
Ye Feng sneered. He had a principle that the best way to break any encirclement was to start from the weakest link first. Among the three people in front of him, Wang Can's strength was the weakest.
Ye Feng knew that no matter how hard he tried, even if he broke through the mental constraints, he would continue to be affected by the City Lord Wang Fei's mental constraints, so he simply let Wang Fei tie his hands with the mental constraints.
Because his hands were tied, it did not affect his wielding of the Thunder Sword, nor did it affect his use of the Dragon Shuttle.
He shook his wrist and the Dragon Shuttle appeared in his palm, but the light of the Thunder Sword was too dazzling, and all eyes were attracted by the flying sword, and no one noticed the Dragon Shuttle in Ye Feng's palm.
The human slaves watching from a distance were discussing, "Who is this person? Why is he being besieged by the city lord?"
"He is definitely not an ordinary person. He must be a disciple of an immortal. Even three people fighting against him alone cannot defeat him."
"He's already dangerous, God, why doesn't he fight back?"
"You didn't see the flying sword in the air. He was fighting back."
"He's so powerful, who is he?"
The human slave who had spoken to Ye Feng said to his companions: "He is Ye Feng, the leader of the human coalition forces and our hope. It was he who liberated hundreds of thousands of slaves and gave them freedom."
"So he is Ye Feng?"
When everyone saw Wang Can rushing towards Ye Feng with a magic spear, they all exclaimed in surprise. They didn't know that although Wang Can's magic spear looked powerful, it was actually the weakest attack among the three.
The slave who had spoken to Ye Feng gritted his teeth, picked up a wooden stick on the ground, and rushed towards Wang Can: "You demons are ganging up to bully General Ye alone. I want to help him."
No one expected that this slave would be so bold. Ye Feng was even more shocked. Compared with the demons, humans were too weak, especially a master of magic and martial arts. A human attacking them was simply like hitting a rock with an egg.
Ye Feng yelled: "No."
But it was too late. Before the slave could rush to Wang Can, he was shot in the back by a demon warrior with a magic crystal gun.
The scorching magic crystal rays immediately created a bloody hole the size of a bowl on his back, and he fell to the ground, still tightly holding the stick in his hand.
His eyes were filled with anger and he wanted to say something, but no words came out.
The slave died, but his eyes were open, full of anger and disbelief. He wanted to fight for himself, he wanted to help Ye Feng, even though he could not do anything.
Watching a slave die miserably for him, Ye Feng felt a surge of rage rushing to his head, and the secret battle of the ancient gods was immediately triggered.
The power of the ancient divine blood in his body suddenly surged dozens of times and poured into the Divine Dragon Shuttle like a flood that broke through a dam.
The Dragon Shuttle was like an angry dragon, its eyes suddenly emitting lightning-like gazes. It soared into the air as fast as a golden meteor and shot straight towards Wang Can who was rushing towards it.
Wang Can's magic spear had pierced Ye Feng's chest, but the sharp tip of the spear did not even penetrate his clothes, and a big bloody hole exploded in Wang Can's chest.