Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

But Feng Zhuiyun also understood that the "gale ball" had only served to disrupt the situation.    

Although the wind attribute concept was strong and fierce, it was not that simple to kill either Ye Feng or Lin Tujue. He had to take advantage of the chaos to obtain more victory, if not, once the wind element ball's power dissipated, and the Xuan Tiger Phantom of Martial Soul was in a state where he would not be able to use it again, he would be unable to defeat the two masters.    

Feng Zhuiyun observed the situation carefully.    

On the other hand, Lin Tujue's figure was dancing in the wind. With one hand on his sword, the other hand on his sword seemed to be pointing at everything in the world, channeling air currents, causing even though he was surrounded by a strong gust of wind, he was still able to move around with ease, enough to protect himself.    

"Lin Tujue! You have opposed me three times, if I don't kill you, I, Feng, will not be able to settle this Heart of Martial Dao. "    

After muttering to himself harshly, Feng Zhuiyun decided to make a move on Lin Tujue.    

With a wave of his hands, the nine short swords were as nimble as fingers under the driving force of elemental energy. Moreover, the short swords also had the same wind-attribute Intent Domain supporting them, causing the short swords to be completely unaffected by the raging winds and turbulence.    

"Nine Star Soul Devourer! "Go!"    

Using all of his strength, he pointed his finger forward and the nine short swords shot straight at Lin Tujue like nine rays of light.    

The way Feng Zhuiyun used the Flying Sword was countless times more profound than his "Meteor Sword Intent". The nine swords combined into one and formed a line. Just as it was about to approach Lin Tujue, it suddenly exploded, separating the front, back and left sides, sealing off any path of retreat for Lin Tujue.    

"This is bad!"    

Lin Tujue was using his rusted sword as an oar to survive in the vast ocean when he suddenly sensed a powerful killing intent approaching and exclaimed out loud.    

As he busied himself, his movements were not the slightest bit disorderly. With a wave of his sword, he pulled away the incoming turbulence. With his left hand, he quickly touched his bosom and took out his broken horsetail whisk, which did not seem to have many strands of dust left.    

With one hand holding the sword, Lin Tujue used the "Great Net Constellation Sword" to guide the airflow, while the other hand held the horsetail whisk in the air, as he muttered some words.    

Amidst the raging winds, the slowly rising horsetail whisk actually did not show any signs of being blown away by the air current. Instead, under Lin Tujue's energy channeling, it unceasingly began to spin in the air.    

The rotation speed became faster and faster and the range became larger as well. After a while, an existence similar to Phantom of Martial Soul appeared at the end of the horsetail whisk.    

A slowly rotating black and white Tai Chi pattern.    

As if they had their own magic, they attracted Feng Zhuiyun's nine short swords. It was as if nine small fish were being attracted by a bait, and each of them were being absorbed by the Primal Chaos Phantom, gathered together, and then flew into the middle of the Yin Yang Fish.    

This shadow even caused the wind element ball to stop spinning. Essence energy followed the "Yin and Yang" and entered it. After which …    

And then it was gone...    

The gale had finally stopped wreaking havoc, and everything was back to normal.    

Leng Hsingchen's Meteor Sword Intent had instantly lost its boost from the turbulence, and had instead shot everywhere.    

Tang Chuxue's Gui Wu Robe could once again be used, and the Devil Flame Dragonlion had also returned to normal combat with Tang Qingqiu. Ye Feng, who had expended a lot of elemental energy, sat down on the ground. In the next second, a large group of Spiritual Stone appeared around his body, which instantly exploded, transforming into pure elemental energy that surged into his limbs and bones.    

"How could this be?"    

"My wind element ball and my Nine Star Connecting Pearl Sword?"    

Everyone present felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off their shoulders as the pressure on their bodies lightened. Only Feng Zhuiyun's eyes turned red as he shouted anxiously.    

It was one thing for the wind element ball to lose its effectiveness, but they could clearly see the Nine Star Linked Pearl Flying Sword entering the Yin Yang fish's body, but it did not fly out from the other side.    

Furthermore, Feng Zhuiyun was completely unable to sense the connection between him and the spirit sword, much less take it back.    

Could it be that this stinky Daoist stole his Earth Rank and High Grade Spiritual Artifact?    

Damn it, damn it!    

This smelly Daoist Lin Tujue actually had such a strong Phantom of Martial Soul, and was able to absorb the spirit artifacts of other Martial Cultivator?    

Logically speaking, this... Impossible!    

Feng Zhuiyun pounced towards Lin Tujue in a flurry. As his body moved, he did not forget to give a palm strike to Ye Feng who was meditating and recovering spirit energy. This was the simplest first move of the "Storm Flipping Palm". Of course, at this moment in time, he did not seek to injure Ye Feng, he only needed to disturb Ye Feng and not allow him to recover.    

But before he could reach Lin Tujue, suddenly, the Tai Chi Phantom of Martial Soul flashed once again, and the nine Flying Sword that were just absorbed, appeared again, and flew straight towards Feng Zhuiyun.    

It was only then that Feng Zhuiyun calmed down, and a sense of joy at being able to recover from a loss welled up within him.    

He casually waved his hand, wanting to retract the nine short swords into Longsword and continue his attack, but under this move, he was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat.    

Feng Zhuiyun was aghast to discover that the nine short swords did not obey his summons obediently and instead sped up to attack him.    

Perhaps the greatest problem in his life would be meeting with his weapons.    

By the time Feng Zhuiyun noticed that something was amiss, the nine Flying Sword were already extremely close to him. No matter how much he thought about it, he would never have expected such a scene.    

The ultimate skill of the Flying Sword that he used to injure the enemy, actually counterattacked?    

Feng Zhuiyun understood that this move contained a huge amount of power. Right now, the only thing he could do was to use his movement to dodge.    

He quickly moved to the right, and at the same time, he struck out with both of his hands.    

He had missed four or five of the powerful Palm Strength s, and dodged the remaining two, but he still had two Flying Sword s which allowed the caught Feng Zhuiyun off guard to reap the rewards.    

After the two Flying Sword struck Feng Zhuiyun's body from the front, they exploded with Armor of Elemental Qi. One had pierced his right shoulder and the other had passed through his chest mercilessly.    

"Puff …"    

Feng Zhuiyun spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and at the same time as he retreated, his two fingers quickly pressed down on the wound, stopping the blood from gushing out.    

Fortunately, the sword intent carried by the Flying Sword was the same as his own sword intent. Other than leaving a wound through which it was cut through, the rest were fine.    

"A good chance!"    

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng jumped for a few meters before he was slashed out by the Moon-Burning Blade.    

Even though Ye Feng had not fully recovered his elemental energy, with such a chance in front of him, how could he miss the chance to beat a drowning dog up?    

The strongest attack from the Flame Blade, "Raging Flame Jumping To Heaven", quickly hacked down. A blazing flame, as if it was going to cut the entire space in the palm of its hand into two, the Saber Intent Seed released a terrifying power, one slash brought out all of the anger that Ye Feng felt …