Although Song Ming said this, he was still shocked.

"This kid can actually take over the two swords in front of me?" Song Ming knew very well how terrible his sword technique was. His sword technique, heavy momentum, and gravity. The first sword was already the strongest attack that was used to concentrate the power of the momentum and force. His sword technique was to continuously add momentum, and the stronger the further he reached the back, the second sword was stronger than the first sword, and the third sword was much stronger than the second sword.

Yan Feng was only the eighth level of heaven, and he was able to take the two swords ahead of him and was only chopped out by him until the third sword.

This strength...

"What a terrible physique. His physique strength is definitely far greater than mine, otherwise he would not be able to take the two strikes in front of him." Song Ming was secretly shocked: "No wonder this kid could have taken Ling'er's strongest attack empty-handed before."

While Song Ming was shocked by Feng Yan's strength in his heart, the crowd below had already exploded.

"Defeated?"

"Yanfeng was defeated?"

"I vomited blood, I must have lost!"

"There is no way, Song Ming is really too strong. The Ninth Heaven is a powerful man in the Ninth Heaven!"

A large number of sighs sounded below, and a small amount of sighs.

In their opinion, Yan Feng is only at the eighth level, and it is already very good to be able to force Song Ming to this extent.

"Mr. Yanfeng?" Duan Tianyu stood up in the middle stand, looking at the golden figure lying on the ground without standing up on the ring, and there was a little worry between his eyebrows.

"Yanfeng!" Feng Zhenxin and everyone from the Feng family also stood up, looking anxious.

Especially Feng Zhenxin, he planned to rush out, but at this moment...

Bang!

The sound of rock shattering sounded.

"Huh?" Song Ming frowned slightly and looked forward, and everyone looked there.

I saw the golden figure lying on the ground suddenly moving, and the rocks around me burst.

Whoosh!

In just a moment, the golden figure, like a demon god, stood in front of Song Ming again.

"He stood up?"

A scream rang out, and then ignited the heat from the audience below.

Below, there was a cheer.

"Yanfeng stood up!"

"Stand up!"

"He hasn't lost yet!"

The excitement and expectation cheers kept ringing, but contrary to the audience, under the mask, Feng Yan's face and eyes were no longer the excitement as before, and replaced by a strong sense of disappointment.

"Song Ming, is this your full strength?" Feng Yan held his hands tightly and whispered in a cold voice.

Song Ming's expression changed suddenly.

“So what?”

Song Ming felt a little uneasy because he had shown all his strength, but the other party did not feel afraid of it. Instead, he... was disappointed? He was angry?

Why disappoint?

Feng Yan held his hands tightly, his nails tightly pinched into the flesh, and sliver of blood flowed down from his fingertips.

"I didn't expect..." A low voice slowly came from Feng Yan's mouth and spread throughout the venue. "I didn't expect that you had only this little strength, you... were so disappointed to me!"

"What?"

When Feng Yan finished saying this, a violent commotion broke out in the entire venue.

"God, I heard it right?"

"What a joke? Song Ming's strength actually disappointed Yanfeng?"

"Oh my God, Song Ming is a powerful man in the Ninth Heaven, so powerful, but Yanfeng... This, this is too arrogant. Isn't Song Ming taken seriously by him?"

"Just now, did Song Ming seriously injured him?"

Below, there was a noise.

No one expected that Song Ming, who showed such a strong strength, would disappoint Yanfeng...?

Song Ming's strength actually disappointed Yanfeng?

"He, he..." In the stands, everyone was shocked and speechless.

"This Yanfeng..." Duan Tianyu also looked incredible.

Song Ming, who is in the Ninth Heaven's strength, is already so powerful, but Yanfeng actually said that the opponent's strength made him too disappointed?

This cannot be described as arrogant, it is simply too arrogant.

"Feng Yan, he..." Feng Zhenxin and the three elders next to him were also looking at each other, not sure why.

As for Song Ming, he looked shocked and angry, but then he angrily attacked and laughed: "I disappoint you? Hahahaha! Boy, you are a little too arrogant!"

"Hmph!" Feng Yan smiled coldly and did not explain too much.

In fact, the strength of the opposition did disappoint him.

Originally, he thought that Song Ming had to go all out and he had to fight hard to defeat him. For this reason, he had to increase his strength at all costs within this month, but now...

"With this little strength, I can barely use the trump card of the Immortal Demon Art. As for killing him, I'm afraid I'll just expose the three styles of the Breaking Heaven." Feng Yan's face was cold.

He was originally excited and longed to fight with Song Ming, but now, Song Ming has really made him unable to get much interest.

"Well, I'm too lazy to waste time with him, so I will kill him directly!" Feng Yan made a decision, raised his hand and tucked the mask on his face, but slowly closed his eyes.

"Immortal Demon Art!"

Feng Yan secretly used the Immortal Demon Art in his heart.

This is the first time he has truly used this technique since he obtained the Immortal Demon Art. (He didn't feel it when he was possessed by the previous one, so he was not counted in it)

Near the ring, everyone will stare at the golden figure.

Suddenly, an incredible black energy surged out of the golden figure, spreading all over the world in an instant.

This black energy is cold, evil, violent, full of destructive aura.

The demonic energy soars into the sky!

In an instant, black energy spread throughout the sky, and the entire sky became dim.

"How come it's dark?"
Chapter completed!