This is a spirit, unparalleled and unsurpassable.
A feeling of reverence rose simultaneously in the hearts of the Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard. Even if Ye Qingfeng truly fell here today, he would still be the Invincible War God, revered and feared.
"Ye Jiujie, I want you dead!"
Shangchuan Duan Shui was the first to leap out, the Chiyou Sword transformed into countless sword flowers, and the Sword Light howled forward.
Ye Qingfeng did not dodge or evade, his fists like a machine gun, relentless, with each punch shattering a Sword Light. The dark red Sword Qi collided unceasingly with the golden fist shadows, causing the entire sky to violently ripple under the raging Spiritual Power.
"Hey!"
The voice of Shangchuan Duantian resounded beside Ye Qingfeng as he swung the dilapidated White Blade from the upper left to the lower right, its massive blade light severing space, filling the air with a continuous shrill.
