An evil and powerful demonic qi erupted from the body of the blast wind, like a stormy wave, making Ye Feng almost feel suffocated, how could the demon core that was obviously about to be exhausted produce such a strong demonic qi?

Ye Feng vaguely felt uneasy in his heart, and the wind was undergoing some kind of change in his body.

His face became the color of pig liver, his eyes were red, and the green tendons on his arms burst out one by one, and he instantly changed from a white middle-aged man to an exaggerated muscular athlete in the cartoon, almost bursting his coat.

The power of the demon bloodline is like a raging storm, raging in his body, this scene Ye Feng seems to be familiar.

Ye Feng suddenly remembered that during the Huashan Ancient Martial Arts Competition, the Shangqing Gate was the head of the Void Dao, knowing that the enemy was no match for him, but he forcibly used the Blood Demon Dafa, risking the risk of bursting blood vessels, and fought with himself.

The wind in front of him was like the situation at that time, he was casting the Blood Demon Dafa, trying his last life force and burning out the last wisp of magic power of the demon core in his body.

Blood Demon Dafa is an evil demon skill of the demon race, and the demon people themselves will not easily perform it.

Although using the Blood Demon Dafa can quickly increase the magic power to dozens or hundreds of times the original, it is a great drain on one's own life force.

Chongxu Dao Chang did not have the blood of a demon race, and forcibly performed exercises that did not belong to humans, not only was the power much less, but finally became a blood vessel burst and died.

What the wind casts is the Blood Demon Dafa, and his Blood Demon Dafa is dozens of times more powerful than the Chongxu Dao Chief.

The energy in the bloodline of the demon clan suddenly increased dozens of times.

The skin of Hurricane's entire body turned purple-red, and it felt like it was oozing blood.

His face became hideous and evil, raised his fist like a hammer, and hit Ye Feng with a punch, and the aura shield on Ye Feng's wrist turned into a golden round shield, blocking the fist that the wind struck.

Boom, a frantic wind rushed in all directions, crushing a nearby coffee table into crumbs.

Although the aura shield dissipated some of the pressure, Ye Feng still felt a huge force pushing him, making him unable to stand firmly, and he staggered back several steps.

"Boy, you're dead, take a few more punches from me. ”

The wind was like a wild beast that had gone berserk, his fists fell like raindrops, Ye Feng struggled to block his fists with his aura shield, feeling that his aura shield was about to be smashed by his frenzied demonic qi.

Ye Feng blocked the fist that the wind frantically hit, but the floor under his feet couldn't hold it.

Ye Feng heard a crisp cracking sound from under his feet, and a thin crack spread from under his feet, like spider silk, to the surroundings.

He suddenly realized that it was not good, and although he blocked the punch, he transmitted all the pressure of the blow to his feet, and the floor was smashed.

Boom, Ye Feng fell directly from the second floor and fell into a ruin, his head covered with dust.

"Boy, if you want to run, you can't. ”

The wind swished, jumped down from the smashed hole, rubbed his hands in a circle, and the surrounding black sand, including black black iron filings, was scrambled by him to suck between the palms of his hands, suspended in the air, and gradually kneaded into a heavy iron sand ball the size of a lead ball by his huge magic.

"Die. ”

The iron sand ball seemed to flow rapidly, smashing towards Ye Feng, Ye Feng's feet seemed to be smeared with oil, and he flashed the fierce iron sand ball with Luo Buyan.

The iron sand ball grazed Ye Feng's cheek, and the fierce wind cut a thin blood mark on Ye Feng's face, oozing red blood.

Boom, the iron sand ball didn't hit Ye Feng, smashed a big mahogany column behind Ye Feng, broke it, and then arced back to Blizzle's chest, continuing to suspend in midair.

Wisps of black qi spun from the iron sand ball, accelerating the rotation of the iron sand ball, turning its power into huge, strong, and dignified circle by circle.

Swift Wind smirked: "Come on, where is your flying sword, come and kill me." ”

Ye Feng sneered, with a slight flick of his wrist, the flying sword shone with red, blue, and purple lightning, and flew into the air, and then, it suddenly turned into thousands of meteors, shooting towards the wind from all directions.

Each sword light contains powerful divine power, the nemesis of the demon clan.

Facing the divine power in the bloodline of Ye Feng's primeval gods, the wind was nervous for no reason, and the masculine, thick, and energetic bloodline aura made him very uncomfortable.

His bloodshot face was constantly twitching, he wanted to destroy Ye Feng quickly, he felt that the Blood Demon Dafa he had forcibly cast would not last long.

The power of the only bloodline is also about to be exhausted.

He's also a stubborn person, I can't lose, I'm going to support it.

He roared wildly, the earthworm-like green tendons on his body bulged even more, and the black iron ball on his chest instantly turned into a huge black barrier magic sand shield, spinning around him rapidly, blocking Ye Feng's flying sword.

Hearing it, clanging, the sound of gold and iron echoing endlessly, Ye Feng's expression was solemn, his fingers were flying rapidly in mid-air, and he looked like a conductor conducting a symphony orchestra.

He is not commanding a music team, but a flying sword that turns into hundreds or thousands of sword lights, which is much more complicated than conducting an orchestra, every sword light is deeply reflected in his mind, and its flight path and power must be accurate to every minute and every millimeter.

On the face of the blast, the blood tide on his body was gradually subsiding, and he was supporting the magic sand shield with the magic power that swelled in his blood, but this kind of defense was extremely consuming of magic power.

Ye Feng's flying sword was fast and ruthless, each sword would cut off a part of the blast bloodline energy, and thousands of sword lights fell like a raging storm, enveloping him layer by layer.

Ye Feng felt that the energy in the other party's bloodline was fading, it seemed that he had been locked up in the immortal prison for five thousand years, although he was not dead, the demon core was eroded by the aura, and it was almost scrapped.

The blast used the magic method to stimulate hundreds of times the bloodline energy, but it couldn't last too long.

In addition to the scrapping of the magic core, there is a more hidden reason.

Hurricane is not a pure-blooded demon, he is corrupted by demonic energy, and he is willing to fall and mutate into a demon.

Therefore, the Blood Demon Dafa he displayed was only stronger than that of ordinary ancient martial artists, but the time was not long.

The evil red light in the eyes of the wind was gradually dissipating, but his opponent, Ye Feng, had a resolute and confident gaze in his eyes, as long as he was fast and strong enough, he would always break through this demonic sand defense.

Feeling a trace of despair, a trace of exhaustion, and a trace of powerlessness from the bottom of my heart, the wind violently spurted out a mouthful of dark blood, and the red tide in my body quickly faded.

The defensive black sand shield beside him turned into a puddle of black sand and sprinkled at his feet.

Looking at the black sand all over the ground, his eyes revealed a look of despair.

(End of chapter)