The Yang Wind with the three-stage Fighting Qi was really different, and when he once again urged the surging spiritual power to speed up and catch up, the Yang Feng who was unaware of the front was also rapidly approaching the still quiet Linghai Coast like a desperate death.

About a few dozen miles from the shore of Linghai, on a smooth rock in a dense forest.

At this time, Yang Inferior was dragging his tired body and sitting cross-legged on it, and the still powerful recovery ability of the water qilin bloodline caressed his body gently and lightly like spring rain moistening a wheat field. The original prostration of the body gradually became full again, but the joke-like spiritual power was like an eternal boulder lying in his body, and there was not even a trace of awakening and ascension against him.

At the time of the sorrow and sorrow of the yang inferior self-care, a strong spiritual power fluctuation with the intention of killing came from the dense forest like a poisonous snake, and a few of them also slightly teased the yang inferior body. With a strong physical body, he instinctively rose from the boulder, and he was still a little decadent just now, and he was stimulated by this sudden threat like a fierce beast ready to meet the battle.

In the dark forest, Yang Feng's tall figure slowly appeared like a ghost. The explosive spiritual power is unstingy, but it is gentle and dense, and it firmly locks the yang inferiority.

"Escaping all the way from the Lingjue Palace to here, you kid is a little capable. ”

"But this ability is the capital that you can fight against me? I will let you be buried with Yang Jian who died tragically under my spiritual power today!"

Immediately, the monstrous spiritual power erupted from Yang Feng's body, quickly forming a spiritual power phantom in front of him, which was shaped like a snake and a snake-like demon beast, indescribably weird and distorted. Then there was a pop, stiff but bewitching like a beating leather, poured into a serpentine long sword that had just been formed in his hand. The long sword pierced through the void as if it had been given spiritual power in an instant, and it came straight to the impotence.

Yang Inferior originally thought that there were several spiritual phantom guards around him to round him up, but his strength should not be too strong, at most it was the peak of two spiritual powers like Yang Xuan. This Yang Feng who never thought of it was a master of the third stage of spiritual power, and his strength was enough to rank among the younger generation of disciples on Spirit Illusion Island. Its killing nature is strong in nature, and it is even more famous on the Psychic Island.

The so-called three-stage spiritual power is equivalent to the primordial realm of the human race, and the spiritual power is equivalent to the vitality of the human race. can truly achieve the release of spiritual power or vitality, which is far from being comparable to the phantom of spiritual power like Yang Xuan. If the peak of the second stage of spiritual energy shoots out an embroidery needle, then the third stage shoots out a giant spear, and if one is damage, then the other is destruction. The two are simply not on the same order of magnitude.

Yang Inferior instantly sensed the breath of death from the seemingly feminine but extremely deadly snake sword.

Run, run for your life. Yang Inferior's first reaction was like this, this was the ultimate essence he learned under the repeated bullying of Linghuan Island for more than ten years. He didn't procrastinate, he instantly used a move of the Tyrant Ling Duel, and moved his right hand three times like a lightning bolt, these three layers seemed dazzling, but in fact they were simple and direct, like a river washing away the mud and sand, and the fatal blow was instantly unloaded to the open space beside him.

The majestic spiritual power instantly blasted the ground into a concave shape like **, and the bottom was deeply visible, and the nearby yang inferior was thrown up by the aftermath of the spiritual power, like catkins floating in the air.

A small wound was torn from Yang Zhai's body in an instant, and blood rained down. Yang Inferior didn't care about the sudden huge pain like a maggot attached to the bone, and took advantage of the catkins-like body method just now to make a move floating clouds, floating on the void. Then, with a sudden sound, it shattered the air, and disappeared into the vast dark night that seemed to never light up.

The night is still so quiet, the forest is still so silent, the silence is frightening, it makes people tremble slightly.