Xiang Zhuang was really angry.

From beginning to end, he had a cat-and-mouse mentality, but just now, he had a feeling of death.

The flying knife that broke through the skin of his eyebrows made him shudder, and if he woke up a second late, the flying knife might really pierce his skull.

"Except on the interstellar battlefield, I haven't been injured for more than ten years!" The rolling internal force seems to be solidified, turning into tiny grains, which are wrapped around Xiang Zhuang's body.

"Little bastard, you made me understand again that the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, this truth!"

Xiang Zhuang raised his head slowly, and the expression on his face was gloomy, as if it was the cold ice of the extreme north.

"The Sword Comes !!"

"Buzz!"

The silver grains that swirled around him quickly condensed, turning into a sharp sword.

The shadow of the sword is forested, and the aura is shrouded.

Xiang Zhuang's eyes were indifferent, he looked down at the long sword, and said word by word: "This sword is called slaughter, it is condensed by killing 30,000 interstellar barbarians, little bastard, you can die under the slaughter, you should be proud!" ”

Feeling the sky-high aura emanating from the slaughter, Ye Feng's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were intertwined with jealousy.

"Boom !!"

A surge of sky-high qi gushed out from Xiang Zhuang Tianling Gai, dispersing the metal powder formed by the flying knives in all directions.

"Bang!"

The mother knife cracked and was thrown out.

Xiang Zhuang was like a killing god from hell, his eyes were like electricity, and his right hand slowly raised his head.

"Xiang Zhuang Dancing Sword?"

Looking at the slaughter in Xiang Zhuang's hands, Ye Feng had a strange look on his face.

According to the history of the previous life, Xiang Zhuang's sword dance was intended for Pei Gong, so his death was approaching.

"Kill!"

With a shout, like a muffled thunderstorm, Xiang Zhuang's figure suddenly disappeared in place, leaving only a cold afterimage.

"Roar!!

With a low roar, Ye Feng slapped the blood-colored bat wings violently, and the whole person also turned into a scar, affecting Xiang Zhuang!

"Qiang Qiang !!"

The pitch-black nails are like divine weapons, constantly resisting the slaughtering sword that comes from the horizontal slash.

"Slaughter !!"

Xiang Zhuang retracted his sword suddenly, his eyes spurted with a flash of light, and behind him, the monstrous killing machine turned into thousands of troops, carrying a momentum like a bamboo, crushing towards Ye Feng.

"Little bastard, these are the souls of the slaughtering sword!"

Ye Feng's eyelids lifted, and the strange color on his face became even stronger, this soul attack was indeed a killing move for others.

But Ye Feng is a zombie, with intelligence and no soul.

Roaring again and again, the pitch-black corpse qi rolled out, sweeping towards thousands of troops and horses, like dark clouds, covering the sky and the sun.

At the same time, Ding Peng was wearing a soul hooking suit, holding a magic knife in Xiaolou to listen to the spring rain all night, and also rushed to the place where Ye Feng and Xiang Zhuang were fighting.

"The artistic conception melts into the void, and the Yang God Realm is the strongest!"

Ding Peng's face was full of solemnity, staring at the constantly distorting void in front of him.

"Whew!"

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Ding Peng's right hand slowly rested on the handle of the knife, his eyes slowly closed, and he breathed in and out, becoming more and more calm.

Time passes little by little!

Suddenly!

Ding Peng suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with a white light, like the brightest moonlight in the night.

"Cutting !!"

"Whoa!"

"Woo woo woo !!"

The magic knife Xiaolou listened to the spring rain out of the sheath overnight, as if there were endless ghosts breaking the seal, and at the same time, a sword intent that was extremely yin and cold, accompanied by the ghost crying wolf, stood on the ripples formed by the power of artistic conception.

"Whoa!"

It was as if the cloth had been torn.

A gap appeared in front of Ding Peng's eyes.

"Poof!"

At the same time, Ding Peng's face turned pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his right hand, which was holding the magic knife Xiao Lou and listening to the spring rain all night, trembled violently.

"Ah!!h

In Italy, Xiang Zhuang suddenly screamed, and cracks actually appeared on his hideous face, and red blood sprayed out.

Ye Feng raised his head suddenly, a smile appeared on his face, and his right hand reached out to catch a drop of blood.

"Bloody Hand !!"

"Damn !!"

Xiang Zhuang's expression changed drastically, his eyes were full of murderous intent, he felt his heart beating violently uncontrollably, and the blood in his body seemed to be frozen.

"Blood River !!"

"Whoa!"

A sound of running water sounded in Ye Feng's body.

Xiang Zhuang's pupils contracted suddenly, and the blood in his body was still and moving, which made him extremely uncomfortable!

"Repressive !!"

Taking a deep breath suddenly, Xiang Zhuang used his internal force to suppress the blood that suddenly boiled.

"It's now!"

Watching Xiang Zhuang suppress the boiling blood in his body with all his might, Ye Feng slapped the blood-colored bat's wings violently and leaned forward.

"Little bastard, although you have a lot of means, you still want to die!"

Abruptly, Xiang Zhuang raised his head with a hideous smile on his face.

"Die!"

The slaughtering sword turned into a cold light and pierced into Ye Feng's chest.

"Lover's Arrow!"

"Woohoo!"

One red and one black, like two lightning bolts, suddenly reflected in Xiang Zhuang's eyes.

Fast!

Like lightning!

Even, beyond lightning.

"Puff !!"

"Ah!!h

Xiang Zhuang screamed miserably, his eyes were pierced by two sharp arrows, one red and one black, and the blood flowing out was black and red, filled with a fishy smell.

Ye Feng raised his right hand and suddenly pulled out the slaughtering sword and put it into the space ring.

The pitch-black corpse qi rolled in the wound, and in just two breaths, the wound healed.

"Little bastard, you deserve to die!!"

Xiang Zhuang staggered to the ground, his face full of pain, and roared, "Give me a blast!! ”

"Boom!"

The heavens and the earth were eclipsed, and cracks were like lightning, covering the entire sky!

"At this point, you still think you can kill me?"

Ye Feng's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light, and the corpse qi in his body rolled out without reservation, resisting the power of the rolling artistic conception.

"Whoa!"

The nails as black as ink are like divine weapons, flowing with strange lines, tearing the power of artistic conception that blocks the front.

"Whew!"

As soon as the figure moved, Ye Feng appeared in front of and behind Xiang Zhuang, his right hand formed a claw, and grabbed towards his Heavenly Spirit Gai.

"Boom !!"

At the same time, a sonic boom sounded from a distance.

Ding Peng turned around suddenly, his pupils contracted, and he felt the majestic momentum whistling in the distance, "Yang God Realm is the strongest!! ”

"Keep your men!"

Before anyone arrived, the sound was like thunder, filling the space.

Within the artistic conception, Ye Feng listened to the rolling sound, his face was instantly surrounded by black mist, and his five fingers fell suddenly.

"Han Xin, save my !!"

Hearing the voice of the comer, Xiang Zhuang's face showed a look of survival, and he raised his head and shouted.

"Even if God comes, you will surely die!!"

The five fingers slammed hard, nearly 20,000 catties of strength, without reservation!

"Click!"

The five fingers were like sharp weapons, directly piercing Xiang Zhuang's skull, and the brains spurted out.

With a shake of his right hand, he put Xiang Zhuang's body into the space ring, Ye Feng's figure moved, appeared beside Ding Peng, and grabbed it, "Death Bone Horse!" ”

"!!

A black shadow flickered and appeared beside Ye Feng.