God-level upgrade system

The power produced by the fusion of the Black Night Sword Intent and the Pure Yang Sword Intent is naturally extraordinary.

Especially these two great sword intents were upgraded by Wei Yi not long ago, and both reached the LV4 level, and the power erupted by the fusion is even more powerful than before.

Faced with such a sudden outburst of shocking sword, even Xiong Feiting, who is at the top level of Martial King, couldn't help but change his expression.

The marksmanship that has accumulated momentum for a long time can no longer continue to accumulate momentum, and can only choose to burst out immediately to block it.

One is the fusion of two great sword intents.

One is the long-prepared secret marksmanship technique of top marksman Xiong Feiting.

When the two collided, it immediately turned into two groups of terrifying energy confrontation, and even vaguely formed a dark gully where energy strangled.

Waves of berserk energy immediately swept towards both sides, like a wave rolling back.

The two couldn't help themselves, and both had to retreat immediately.

This was followed by a series of deafening bangs——

The aftermath of the two energy explosions covered the entire square, and everyone who watched nearby couldn't help but their expressions changed, and they all gasped.

However, Wei Yi and Xiong Feiting did not intend to give up at all.

Especially Xiong Feiting, as the well-known King of Nandu and the actual controller of the ancient city of Nandu, if he can't even take down a young junior, what face does he have to face others?
Wei Yi's age is probably not even half of his age. Even if he is tied with Wei Yi, it is tantamount to a loss for him.

"Flying Phoenix and Flying Spear -"

Xiong Feiting gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, the energy in his body was mobilized crazily, and he didn't even retain the power of his martial soul. The silver-gray spear in his hand immediately burst into dazzling light.

A silver-white flying phoenix broke free from it, and it rose in the wind, and in a blink of an eye it became several feet in size, terrifying and astonishing.

With a whistling, he swooped directly towards Wei Yi, flapping his wings, and a gray whirlwind protected both sides.

This is not the end.

At the same time, the long spear in Xiong Feiting's hand also flew out, as if it had merged with the silver-white flying phoenix. The overall power doubled, and they came together to attack Wei Yi ferociously.

Seeing this, Wei Yi couldn't help but look solemn.

It has to be said that Xiong Feiting's strength is indeed not simple. As a member of the royal family, the martial arts skills he has learned and practiced are far beyond the comparison of ordinary warriors.

Whether it is the secret skill of the previous spear technique, or the current "Flying Phoenix Spear Technique", it is not accessible to ordinary warriors at all.

"Wuhun come out!"

Wei Yi didn't dare to underestimate him, and immediately summoned the Martial Soul.

After all, he is only a martial spirit at the moment, without the power of the ancient martial soul, it is still too difficult to deal with a top level martial king like Xiong Feiting.

As soon as the Wuhun came out, Wei Yi's pressure was greatly relieved.

The aura around him rose rapidly, and streams of flames whizzed around his body, and under the flickering light, there was a faint armor attached to him.

Wei Yi's eyes shone brightly, facing the ferocity of the huge silver-white flying phoenix, he let out a low cry, and then slashed down with a sword.

"Dark Night Swordsmanship... Yeshan!"

The sword intent of the night permeated wildly, and half of the space seemed to be completely turned into night, and all the light disappeared.

And Wei Yi himself seemed to be transformed into a towering mountain.

The sword, which weighed more than a thousand catties, was slashed down with unparalleled power, and it was also mixed with the powerful strength of Wei Yi's seven rounds of Vajra Kung Fu.

Under the cover of countless sharp sword qi, the entire void seemed to tremble.

boom--

There was a deafening sound.

Under the collision of the two phases, the bluestone ground under their feet cracked one after another, and a nearby attic collapsed with a click.

A wave of energy visible to the naked eye spreads in all directions.

The martial artist guards around panicked and dodged backwards, and the whole scene was in chaos.

The smoke dissipated, and both Wei Yi and Xiong Feiting appeared.

Xiong Feiting stood firmly on the spot.

And Wei Yi was also not injured at all, and there was even a hint of excited smile on his face.

After obtaining the inheritance of martial arts from Eagle King Liu Zong, although his cultivation level has not improved by half a point, his actual combat effectiveness has improved a lot.

At least the control over the use of true energy and martial arts has been greatly improved, which is also his biggest gain.

In the past, even if he could take over Xiong Feiting's trick, it would definitely not be so easy.

"My lord is indeed worthy of being a famous and powerful man. This is the first time I have seen such a marksmanship."

Wei Yi smiled and praised.

Xiong Feiting's marksmanship is indeed superior to Du Sha's.

But hearing his praise, Xiong Feiting didn't show much joy.

After a moment of silence, he took a deep look at Wei Yi, and then slowly said, "No matter how famous this king is, he is already getting old. The world in the future will belong to you young people."

"Seeing you, this king finally understands what it means to be afraid of young people—"

"My lord is overrated."

Wei Yi let out a long laugh.

Then he turned his head to look at the stunned third prince not far away.

Wei Yi didn't say anything more, waved his hand, and led people away directly. His purpose of coming this time has been achieved.

"Walk--"

Those Overlord Sect elders and disciples soon followed and left one after another.

Like the tide.

The thousands of people surrounding the city lord's mansion were all evacuated in a short while.

"Uncle Wang, why don't you keep that Wei Yi, even if you can't kill him, at least you have to abolish him—"

Seeing Wei Yi and the others leaving, the third prince gritted his teeth, filled with hatred in his heart, and couldn't help but ask Xiong Feiting.

"Do you think this king doesn't want to?"

Xiong Feiting sighed, and also looked at the backs of the Bawangzong people leaving, he explained with a somewhat helpless tone,
"If I can keep him, how can I let him leave so peacefully?"

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't do it."

"Although this boy is young, his overall strength is far superior to that of warriors of the same level. Even if it is me, I can't do anything to him right now."

As a top Martial King-level powerhouse, before this, if someone said that he couldn't take down a young man in the Martial Spirit realm, Xiong Feiting would definitely think it was nonsense.

But after fighting Wei Yi, Xiong Feiting had to admit that he really couldn't take Wei Yi down. It wasn't that Wei Yi was much stronger than him, but that Wei Yi's combat power was already at the same level as his, and neither side could do anything to the other.

Unless he goes all out and fights desperately, maybe he can take Wei Yi with some confidence.

But, is it necessary for him to do that?

Once that happens, he can't keep his hand anymore. If he really accidentally kills Wei Yi in public, the Overlord Sect will definitely not let it go, and he will be the one who will be unlucky.

It is naturally impossible for Xiong Feiting to do such a stupid thing.

So Wei Yi could only let Wei Yi take people away.

"You should think about your own situation first. So many people died, someone must be responsible."

"Especially Patriarch Sunflower, he is an old man who has been serving the Holy Majesty, and he is also a strong martial artist, his status is very important to our entire royal family."

"He died here this time, the matter this time will definitely not end so simply—"

Speaking of this, Xiong Feiting took another deep look at the third prince, and said lightly as if pointing something.

Hearing these words, the third prince's body couldn't help shaking suddenly.

Need someone to take charge?
Who will be responsible?

It couldn't be Xiong Feiting, then it could only be him. Thinking of the price of taking responsibility, the Third Prince couldn't help but look ashamed.

He finally understood Wei Yi's purpose in returning these corpses to him.

In comparison, a slap in the face is nothing. These returned corpses are Wei Yi's real trump card against him.