After releasing the blasting charm, Ye Feng flew forward another hundred meters with the impact of the explosion, feeling that the aura was insufficient before falling to the ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Feeling the little aura left in his body, Ye Feng smiled bitterly: I didn't expect that completely detonating this blasting talisman would be so consuming spiritual energy! Seeing that the two people behind him hadn't chased after him, Ye Feng hurriedly meditated on his knees, quickly absorbing the aura to restore his strength.

After a while, the old man in Tsing Yi and the white-haired scholar chased after him. However, when they saw Ye Feng sitting cross-legged below, the two hesitated.

"This kid can't be pretending, is he? Could it be that he still has a blasting charm in his hand, so that he is luring us closer? The death of the boy in red just now scared him a lot. After all, his life is his own, and he can't fight for the little gold and silver promised by King Wuling.

"I don't know. The white-haired scholar hesitated a little: "The sneak attack of the three of us just now should have seriously injured him." Now that he suddenly didn't continue to run away and meditated here, he probably didn't have enough aura. The white-haired scholar wasn't sure, he didn't want to eat a blast for no reason. So, the white-haired scholar suggested to the old man in Tsing Yi: "Why don't you beat him twice from afar and test him?"

The old man in Tsing Yi nodded, and when he raised his hand, there was a cyan finger.

Yikes!

Blood gushed out, and Ye Feng didn't dodge or dodge, allowing his fingers to pierce his shoulder.

Opening his eyes, Ye Feng frowned and looked at the bloody hole in his shoulder, and then looked at the old man in green clothes and the white-haired scholar in the sky.

"Did King Wuling send you?"

The old man in Tsing Yi smiled disdainfully, and raised his hand to point again: "He doesn't have that much ability to assign us." Kill you just because he gave enough benefits. ”

Seeing that Yefeng still did not resist, the old man in Tsing Yi swooped down directly. At the same time, he took out an iron ruler from his sleeve. pinched the trick with one hand, and saw that the iron ruler was divided into three, three into nine, and it continued to grow larger.

As the old man in Tsing Yi continued to pinch the magic trick, this iron ruler began to appear with bright red veins like human blood vessels. If you look closely, the bright red veins are constantly flowing!

As the iron ruler changed, a disgusting smell of blood emanated. Against the backdrop of the increasingly bright red veins, these nine iron rulers continued to emit a more and more bloody aura like the gates of hell, as if a bloody beast would rush out of the iron ruler at any time to slaughter everything!

Ye Feng pulled out the Caoyang Sword with a solemn face, and he also kept pinching the trick, instigating the tyranny and desolate thunder in the Caoyang Sword. Gradually, the Caoyang Sword floated out of thin air, with the tip of the sword pointing downward. On the sword's body, dark purple robbery desolate thunder rattled. The entire Caoyang Sword was like an ancient barbarian dragon, and a tyrannical aura gradually spread.

As the aura in Ye Feng's body continued to flow in, the Tyrannical Desolate Thunder on the Caoyang Sword became more and more irritable. It can be clearly seen that at the tip of the Caoyang Sword, part of the Tyrant Desolate Thunder is no longer dark purple but more profound, turning into ink-like black!

"Duh!"

"Slash!"

With the completion of the legal decision, Ye Feng and the old man in green clothes drank at the same time!

Nine iron rulers bombarded downward. The disgusting smell of blood coalesced and turned into a churning sea of blood that fell rapidly. In the sea of blood, the wails and pains of unknown people made the scalp tingle and shudder. A trace of breath emitted a sea of blood, and in an instant, the ground was corroded into a big hole!

And Ye Feng's Grass Yang Sword turned into a wild dragon that broke away, roaring angrily and rushing towards the sea of blood. The sizzling thunder of the Tyrant Desolate Thunder on the body of the sword struck the air, making a crackling sound constantly. It's as if an enraged king is wielding a whip to strike a rebel!

In the flash of light, the sea of iron ruler blood collided with the long sword thunder dragon. For a while, the sword roared!

The furious thunder dragon continued to wander in the sea of blood, and the sword roared fiercely. It was as if it was about to tear apart this endless sea of blood.

In the sea of blood with a loud wail, countless bloody hands were also stretched out to entangle the thunder dragon, as if to pull this thunder dragon into the sea of blood together, so that the thunder dragon could wail together!

In the end, I saw that the thunder dragon struggled to tear apart a sea of blood, shattering the iron ruler in it.

With the shattering of an iron ruler, the old man in Tsing Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his grasp of the sea of blood was also weakened a lot!

Taking advantage of the weakening of the sea of blood, the thunder dragon roared continuously, and tore the remaining eight iron rulers one after another in the sound of the old man in Tsing Yi vomiting blood!

In the end, the thunder dragon, whose color had dimmed a lot, changed back to the appearance of the Caoyang Sword, and slashed at the old man in Tsing Yi with the almost completely disappeared Tyrant Desolate Thunder!

"Ahh

The old man in Tsing Yi howled miserably and fell from a high altitude, not knowing his life or death!

Returning the Caoyang Sword to his side, Ye Feng looked up at the white-haired scholar who had not made any move in the sky, and asked, "You don't save him?"

"Oh, why should I save him?" the white-haired scholar smiled, his eyes full of greed.

I saw that the white-haired scholar waved his hand, and a fireball hit the old man in Tsing Yi who didn't know whether he was dead or alive on the ground.

Watching the old man in Tsing Yi gradually turn into ashes, the white-haired scholar smiled sadly: "Only dead people will not snatch this spiritual treasure sword from me." Isn't it?"

"How do you know I can't attack like I just now?" and," said Nightfeng, pulling out another blasting charm, "I still have a blasting charm, aren't you afraid that I will die together?"

The white-haired scholar took out a brush. With a flick of his hand, the ink thrown off the brush turned into a sharp blade, leaving a scar on Yefeng's body.

"If you can still detonate the Demolition, you did. Then you still need to fight hard with that idiot?" The white-haired scholar sneered: "Now, how much aura is left in your body?

Ye Feng didn't speak, just looked at the white-haired scholar coldly.

As the white-haired scholar said, Ye Feng now barely had any aura in his body. The aura that originally filled the whole body was now like a field that had been dry for a long time!

Looking at Ye Feng's appearance, the white-haired scholar became even more proud, and he fell directly in front of Ye Feng and directly stretched out his hand to seize the Caoyang Sword.

The white-haired scholar grabbed the sword and said, "Give me the sword, so that I can leave you a whole corpse." ”

Night Feng bowed his head and was silent.

Indeed, in this situation, if Ye Feng didn't think of a way to injure or repel the white-haired scholar, then it would be the best outcome to be able to keep a whole corpse. Of course, this is not the best result that Yefeng wants.

At this moment, Ye Feng's situation can already be described as a line of life and death.