Huanzun knew that Ye Feng still had a Dragon Shuttle, but he didn't expect that even though Ye Feng's hands were tightly bound by Wang Fei's mind, he could still use his mind to drive the Dragon Shuttle to fly and kill people.
He saw a soft golden light flash before his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat, knowing that something was going to happen. He quickly waved his hand, took out the Black Light Sword, and protected his whole body to avoid being injured by the Dragon Shuttle.
He had fought with Ye Feng in Nan Yucheng once, and knew that the golden light of Ye Feng's Thunder Sword was particularly dazzling and could also release lightning, but to him, it was not a big threat.
With his cultivation level of a seventh-level Demon Lord, even if he was struck by lightning, it would be like being electrocuted, and the pain would only last for a short time.
The golden light of the Dragon Shuttle is softer and more restrained, and does not look so ostentatious, but to him, the Dragon Shuttle is a deadly threat, a hundred times more dangerous than the Thunder Sword.
Especially after Ye Feng performed the secret battle technique of the ancient gods, the divine energy in his body instantly increased dozens of times, and he instantly entered the virtual moon realm from the real star realm. Then, he poured all the divine energy in his body into the divine dragon shuttle, and his strength would leap to the next level and enter the real moon realm.
The ancient divine essence has reached the real moon realm, which means that Ye Feng's cultivation has risen by two levels and entered the level of divine general, able to compete with powerful masters such as the Immortal King and the Demon King.
When Wang Can fell slowly, Huanzun breathed a sigh of relief, because the Divine Dragon Shuttle was not targeting him. At the same time, he was even more horrified, because the power of the Divine Dragon Shuttle was too strong, it could pierce the chest of a sixth-level demon general in an instant.
Wang Can died mostly because of his carelessness.
He also believed that Ye Feng's hands were tied by his senior brother's mind, and his strength must have been greatly reduced, so he would not pose much threat at all. Unexpectedly, Ye Feng, in anger, activated the secret battle technique of the ancient gods. The divine energy in his body surged, and he did not need to hold the Dragon Shuttle in his hands at all, but could launch it into the air with his mind.
Seeing that his third brother's chest was pierced, he felt the magic energy in his magic core gushing out into the air, but Wang Fei was far away and could not stop it at all.
He roared: "Third brother, second brother will avenge you."
Wang Fei punched in the air continuously, and the muscles on his face kept twitching because of anger.
Ye Feng felt that the mental restraint imposed on his body suddenly disappeared, but he did not feel relieved, because the power that bound his hands disappeared, which meant that Wang Fei had to change his attack method.
Boom! Ye Feng felt gusts of strong wind blowing towards him. Huge amounts of energy hit Ye Feng's chest and body heavily. The heavy impact force was even stronger than Huan Zun's fist.
The spiritual shield protected Ye Feng in time, but under such a powerful force, Ye Feng was like a leaf in the wind and could not stand steadily. He was knocked into the air and fell into the lake.
After he fell into the lake, Wang Fei did not stop punching. The power of the devil's fist surged over wildly. The lake water was lifted into the air by the raging power of the devil's fist, and then washed onto the shore like a flood that broke through a dam.
The half-repaired embroidery building was completely washed away this time. Broken wood mixed with lake water and mud washed the entire back garden into a mess.
Those onlookers all ran away. Those who ran slowly were considered lucky if they were soaked to the skin. Otherwise, they might be hit on the head and bleed by broken wood.
Ye Feng jumped from the lake to the shore and deliberately provoked Wang Fei: "Hehe, I only dismantled half of the embroidery building. You dismantled the other half, which has nothing to do with me."
"Asshole, it's all your fault."
Ye Feng felt a fierce demonic fist force coming at him and quickly dodged to the side. The lake water around him was lifted up into the air again and then rushed down from mid-air like a waterfall.
Wang Fei attacked angrily, but not only did he fail to hurt Ye Feng, he also freed Ye Feng from the pincer attack by him and Huanzun, two great demon masters.
Wang Fei no longer used the Binding of Mind, but instead used the Devil Fist to vent the anger in his heart. The Devil Fist was invisible, had great power, and had a wide range, so even the Phantom Lord who was close to Ye Feng was affected.
In order to avoid being affected by the Demonic Fist, Huan Zun had to withdraw and stand quietly aside to watch the fight.
Ye Feng pointed at Wang Can's body, which was washed up on the shore and covered with broken wood and water plants, and said, "Your junior brother died with his eyes open. I killed him, but it seems that you want to destroy the body."
Wang Fei finally came to his senses from his furious state, with a look of guilt on his face. His random throwing of the Devil's Fist not only failed to hurt Ye Feng, but also damaged the body of his junior brother, and his own back garden became a mess with broken wood everywhere.
He blamed all of this on Ye Feng.
He waved his hands, and with the powerful force of his mind, he lifted the body of his junior brother Wang Can and flew it towards him. However, he was surprised to find that the body of his junior brother was in mid-air, as if it was grabbed by an invisible hand, and he couldn't pull it back.
He was shocked, but soon realized that it was Ye Feng's mental power that was at work.
He shouted in shock and anger: "Ye Feng, you bastard, you have already killed my junior brother, why are you stopping me from taking back his body?"
The black sword in Huanzun's hand made a dazzling sword flower, and with a shake of his feet, he split into four Huanzun and stabbed at Ye Feng together.
"I'll deal with him, Brother Wang Fei, just use the Mind Binding, don't use the Devil Fist anymore."
Huan Zun's black sword emitted a faint black light and exuded powerful demonic energy. If someone was stabbed by the sword, even if they had an aura shield to protect them, their meridians would still be hurt.
Facing the Demon Lord-level masters, Ye Feng did not dare to underestimate the enemy. The Thunder Sword in his hand emitted a dazzling golden light and shot out into the air. The sword light in the sky formed four sword formations to meet the four Phantom Lords.
Ding-ding-dang-dang, in the backyard, there was a clear and dense sound of metal clashing, like the sound of large and small pearls falling on a jade plate.
At the same time, sword energy surged in all directions. Some of the sword energy still had residual force, leaving deep sword marks on the wood parked on the shore.
With the help of Huan Zun, Wang Fei was able to snatch the body of his junior brother. Looking at the big hole in his junior brother's chest, he sighed lightly and asked the guards to carry the body away.
This time, Ye Feng and Huan Zun were both floating on the lake, fighting entirely with swordsmanship. Ye Feng's swordsmanship came from Gui Wuya's rain of swords in the sky, and it was a swordsmanship that was most suitable for flying swords and for one-on-many combat.
The four human figures transformed by Huan Zun were sometimes illusions and sometimes clones, making it impossible for Ye Feng to distinguish them. He simply surrounded the four human figures with a rain of swords from the sky.
Huanzun's expression looked a little ugly. Ye Feng clearly had a Thunder Sword, but no matter which clone it was, he would be attacked by the flying sword. Could it be that the flying sword could split into two
After careful observation, he realized that although his four clones were attacked by the flying swords almost at the same time, there was still a certain time delay. This delay was very short, so he had the illusion that they were attacked at the same time.