With Ye Tian's defeat, another battle soon began!
Ye Feng stood on the stage and looked at his opponent indifferently as he said slowly.
"My sword has been waiting for a long time!"
Hearing Ye Feng's words, the Holy Maiden was slightly stunned, she had waited for a long time, at most, she had a conflict with Ye Feng before, why did Ye Feng say it was a long time!
"I want him to see my sword."
"Let's see if I have the right to stand in front of him and swing my sword at him!”
Ye Feng did not care about the Holy Maiden's shock, he continued to narrate, his heart was trembling!
As Ye Feng finished speaking, Saint John Deland's expression changed!
She was furious!
No one had ever ignored her like this, yet this person only wanted to prove that he could stand in front of someone!
"Arrogant!"
John Dylan's eyes turned extremely cold. At the same time, her hands flashed with light, and a light sword slowly appeared in her hands!
She decided to let Ye Feng understand that her ranking was higher than his, Ye Feng had no right to ignore her!
If he really wanted to challenge him, it should be John Deland challenging his opponent, not Ye Feng!
"Power of faith?"
Standing in the viewing room, Su Chen smiled. He had never come into contact with this power before, but he could easily sense the principle and use of this power.
In terms of faith, his faith was the biggest!
However, Su Chen did not need it!
After discovering the power of faith, Su Chen became a little bored. It was not as powerful as he thought. To others, it was very strong, but it was just that!
"The master behind the faith!"
Su Chen slowly looked at the location of the United States.
He saw it!
The master of the true faith buried in the church!
"God?"
"I thought he was really a god. It seems like he's just a person who cultivates the art of faith.”
Su Chen also lost interest after a brief glance.
He wasn't really a God as he thought, and he wasn't that powerful. According to the realm, he was at most in the Earth Realm of the Third Stage!
If it was a great emperor, he might be interested. Unfortunately, he wasn't!
They even fell into a deep sleep because of survival and relied on the power of faith to maintain themselves.
There was no need to continue paying attention to a cultivator who was trying to survive.
If there was anything, Zhang Sanfeng and the others could just go and solve it!
Such an existence seemed even less qualified to attract his attention!
"Ye Feng, like Ximen Chuixue, has a part of his own things?”
"Looks like John Dylan is going to lose.”
Shaking his head gently, Su Chen could tell with a glance that John Dylan was still not good enough.
Although he was known as a prodigy, he relied on his faith.
It might be a good choice for someone at his current realm, but he was facing Ye Feng who had learned a trace of Ximen Chuixue's sword!
Whether it was the person behind her or herself, they were no match for Ximen Chuixue.
Even the god behind her was no match for Ximen Chuixue, let alone herself!
Ye Feng's sword had already been unsheathed, the surroundings seemed to have turned cold!
Faint ice flowers appeared on the ground one by one.
"Heartless Sword? However, it didn't seem to be the case. The sword contained something else.”
Ye Gucheng, who was far away, was slightly surprised when he saw this scene, he was too familiar with Ximen Chuixue's sword, he seemed to see Ximen Chuixue's shadow in Ye Feng!
"Your successor?"
"No, he only saw a sword strike.”
Seeing this, Ye Gucheng smiled, he did not care too much, his opponent was Ximen Chuixue, not Ye Feng, even if he met Ye Feng, he would not be a match for him!
Ximen Chuixue looked at Ye Feng silently, at the same time, he finally realized that a passerby had appeared in front of him in such a way.
Ye Feng's previous words had surprised Ximen Chuixue, but he did not pay too much attention to it, but things were different now.
"Standing in front of me?"
"I hope you can do it!"
Ximen Chuixue's voice was very soft, but there was a hint of anticipation in it.
"If you really come before me, then I'll let you see my sword!”
Ximen Chuixue's voice was very soft, but Ye Gucheng could hear it. He couldn't help but reveal a trace of curiosity.
When Ye Feng saw that sword, would he feel despair?
If Ximen Chuixue were to take this seriously, even he would have to be cautious, let alone use that sword!
Ye Feng's sword also attacked during their conversation!
One sword!
It was only a single sword!
The blood of Saint John Deland had already dyed her clothes red!
After the originally pure white robe was dyed red with blood, it looked particularly strange, like a fallen disciple!
She had lost!
She had actually lost with just one strike!
It was as if everything was a dream!
It was like a dream, but it was also as cruel as reality!
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