367: C367 The Final Battle

C367 The Final Battle

Feng Qingqiu furiously rushed towards Ye Tian. His bloody fist was aimed at Ye Tian's head.

If such an attack landed on Ye Tian's body, no matter how strong Ye Tian's current strength was, he would still die under this brutal fist.

"Get out of my way! Don't delay me!"

Ye Tian pushed Tian Yu to the side. Feng Qingqiu didn't care about Tian Yu right now. Only by killing Ye Tian would he be able to get rid of Tian Yu.

Therefore, Ye Tian wouldn't let Tian Yu affect him in the battle. He also desired to have a good battle with Feng Qingqiu.

"Die!" Feng Qingqiu arrived in front of Ye Tian in an instant. He stretched out his fist and punched. At a close distance, Ye Tian could even smell the bloody scent on the fist that had yet to dissipate.

Ye Tian quickly counterattacked with his sword. The two sharp swords stabbed at Feng Qingqiu's left and right ribs, but just as they touched his body, the Perfect Immortal Cloud on Feng Qingqiu's body flashed with a weak light and canceled out Ye Tian's attack.

Ye Tian's pupils shrank. He did not expect that an imitation of the real Perfect Immortal Cloud in his hand could actually achieve such a defensive strength.

After all, Great Monarch Luangu wasn't a fool. If it was made from an immortal robe that was comparable to a real Perfect Immortal Cloud, he would never give it to someone else.

Although the treasures in the Divine Hall could only be found by luck, they were still quite different from the real one.

However, the Perfect Immortal Cloud on Feng Qingqiu's body was actually able to withstand Ye Tian's dual swords attack. This kind of defensive power shocked Ye Tian.

While thinking, Feng Qingqiu's fist had already struck. Ye Tian hurriedly turned around and dodged Feng Qingqiu's attack at the critical moment.

Although that was the case, the edge of Feng Qingqiu's fist still scratched Ye Tian's body. A burning pain made Ye Tian frown.

"Flying Sword Style!"

Ye Tian instantly unleashed the Spirit Cloud Nine Swords. In the entire Cangyuan Continent, there were hundreds of thousands of people who had learned this kind of sword style. When used in the Divine Hall, there were no flaws at all.

After all, the projection could see the scene of the battle. If it could see that something was wrong with Ye Tian's attack, it would be much more difficult to deal with the situation.

Ye Tian let go of his grip and two sharp swords flew out of his hands. They hovered in the air as if they had grown wings. Even so, their power didn't weaken at all.

When Feng Qingqiu wanted to attack again, his body was entangled by the two swords, constantly attacking the vital parts of his body.

Feng Qingqiu was in a frenzied state now. He was very impatient with everything. Being entangled by the two swords made him very irritated.

"Yayaya!" Feng Qingqiu let out a strange cry. His palm hit the two swords on the left and right sides of the sword, and there were also clanks and clanks.

At this moment, Ye Tian saw an opportunity, and his body flew up like an immortal crane. When he arrived in front of Feng Qingqiu, true qi gathered on the tip of his feet and formed a cyclone. Then his body suddenly turned like an iron pagoda. He kicked towards Feng Qingqiu's waist!

This attack was something that Feng Qingqiu had never thought of. Because he was entangled by Ye Tian's flying sword technique, it caused his thoughts to be unable to smoothly circulate!

"Crack!" Ye Tian's attack hit, and Feng Qingqiu's waist exploded. The latter spat out a mouthful of blood!

This kick caused Feng Qingqiu's ribs to explode. Not only that, the broken ribs formed bone spurs and pierced into his internal organs.

He was seriously injured in one strike. Ye Tian's attack was accurate and ruthless. He did not have any emotions. He could complete his next move at his peak condition.

Ye Tian naturally could not be happy in advance when he saw Feng Qingqiu injured. When he lost his absolute caution, Ye Tian grabbed the two swords beside him and stabbed them towards Feng Qingqiu's injured waist.

Another mouthful of thick blood was spat out. This time, Feng Qingqiu really suffered a serious injury. The parts of his body that were injured were badly mutilated, and even his internal organs could be seen.

Ye Tian pulled out the two swords and aimed at Feng Qingqiu's head. The sword almost split Feng Qingqiu's head in half. His movements were as smooth as flowing water. Just like that, the entire fight ended.

"Ye Tian, I refuse to accept this. I am a Mad God who has descended to this world. You are just a lowly mortal. What right do you have to fight me?"

Knowing what his fate would be next made Feng Qingqiu very unwilling. He had been waiting for this day for so many years in this life. Feng Qingqiu was very confident that he would be the absolute winner before this.

However, he didn't expect that the Ye Tian who appeared midway would change everything. The means that he used now almost made him die without even being able to say a word.1

Feng Qingqiu's heart was filled with unwillingness. All of his mental thoughts had turned into persistence, which was why he was still alive, staring at Ye Tian.

"In my opinion, your so-called Exiled Immortal has nothing to do with your legends in the mortal world. Even among the immortals, you are as weak as an ant!"

Ye Tian didn't value Feng Qingqiu's strength. He even looked down on him in his heart.

Exiled Immortal like ___ had no order in his attacks. Even after merging with the blood essence of his previous life, the strength he displayed was barely enough.

If Ye Tian could unleash the strength of Heaven Soaring Great Monarch in his previous life, Ye Tian was confident that he could defeat Feng Qingqiu in three moves, and it would be a brutal fight.

Feng Qingqiu alone had made Ye Tian lower the definition of Exiled Immortal in his heart. Ye Tian didn't even dare to think about it. If the legendary immortal really existed, with such strength, how could he dare to call himself an immortal?

"Lowly human, you are just a frog in a well. You will never know what true greatness is. Remember, with your current attack, you won't be able to kill me!"

Hearing Ye Tian's mockery, Feng Qingqiu became even more furious. Before this, even if it was just a slight ridicule, who would dare to speak to him in such a manner?

Ye Tian was alone. He had destroyed all of Feng Qingqiu's pride and pride over the years, leaving behind endless shame in his heart.

However, Feng Qingqiu wasn't willing to accept such a tragic outcome. He was now looking for an opportunity. As long as there was a chance for him to find out, he would perish together with Ye Tian. Even if he couldn't get the reward from the Divine Hall, he could still accept his revenge.

"I can't kill you? Hehe..."

When Ye Tian heard this voice, he sneered. The outcome was obvious, but what he didn't expect was that Feng Qingqiu had the mentality of being lucky.

The two swords in his hands didn't escape from Feng Qingqiu's body. At this moment, Ye Tian unleashed his most powerful force. In just a breath's time, the internal organs in Feng Qingqiu's body turned into a mist of blood.

Feng Qingqiu's soul wavered. At this moment, Ye Tian suddenly revealed his Heavenly Stage Soul. He stared at Feng Qingqiu's soul as if he was a god that had descended to the mortal world, making it impossible for him to hide.

"So... you are actually... so powerful..."

This time, Feng Qingqiu no longer had the mentality of being lucky, because he saw Ye Tian's all-out attack and soul suppression this time. He knew that it was absolutely impossible for him to do so.

Due to his unwillingness and resentment, Feng Qingqiu had fallen. If not for his soul being shattered by Ye Tian, Feng Qingqiu would have been able to transform into a thousand-year-old fierce ghost with his monstrous resentment!

"Great, this is really interesting. I never thought that after so many years, such a terrifying hero would be born in Cangyuan Continent!"

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