In an instant, time seemed to stop flowing, and the whole world was frozen in this moment.

Lan Feng maintained the posture of drawing his sword, the three-pattern spirit weapon-level long sword was already halfway out of its sheath, and the sword body that was exposed in mid-air flashed with a sharp cold light, exuding a terrifying aura. In Lan Feng's mind, a picture was presented, and on that screen, twelve stripes of lines crisscrossed and crisscrossed, shuttling around a point, constructing a humanoid image.

Lan Feng's expression was very calm, like a sculpture, and there was not the slightest emotion in his eyes.

The Yuan Force in his body began to rush wildly, like a river bursting its embankment, wantonly rushing towards the three-pattern spirit weapon-level long sword, and even his soul power was like boiling water, surging into the long sword, causing the long sword to burst into a dazzling light.

On the other side, the horror on the dark face froze, the pupils of the eyes shrank slightly, and then the movement of flying back also stopped.

It wasn't until the crisp and bright sound of sword drawing sounded that time in the domain space resumed flowing.

Powerful Strike - Draw the Sword!

I saw a dazzling sword light like lightning, flashing in this pitch-black domain space, and where it passed along the way, the domain space was cut in half, forming a huge pitch-black crack. Its speed was like light, and it flew away from Lan Feng's palm in an instant, and slashed through a line on the black demon's body, "......snort" and then the black demon's body trembled violently, and a rather painful muffled snort came out of his mouth.

Ignoring whether the black demon was injured or not, Lan Feng immediately applied gravity to himself, and in an instant, he opened a distance of dozens of zhang from the black demon.

Stopping more than thirty zhang away from the black sha, Lan Feng gasped heavily, his face slightly pale.

Although with his current cultivation, he can perform the sword drawing technique up to three times, but such a huge consumption is still unbearable for him, after all, the sword drawing technique consumes not only the vitality or yuan power, but also the physical strength of his body, and even the power of the soul, such a huge consumption, so that every time he performs the sword drawing technique, he will have a feeling of serious collapse.

Fortunately, as his cultivation improved, this sequelae became lighter and lighter.

At this time, the power of the domain space also reached its limit, and finally in a deafening roar, it exploded, causing the surrounding space to violently vibrate, and then one by one, the black holes like black holes formed around the bodies of Lan Feng and Hei Sha, and then continued to collapse, recover, and collapse again.

At the same time, the figures of Lan Feng and Hei Sha also re-entered the attention of everyone in the outside world.

Feeling the movement coming from above, whether it was Logar, Gilas, or Lan Xianlong and the others, they all hurriedly distanced themselves from each other, and then looked towards the sky.

When they saw Lan Feng, who was panting heavily, his chest rising and falling violently, and the embarrassed black demon with a piercing long sword in his chest, everyone was stunned and completely stunned.

"Did the Black Shar lose?" Logar was a little foggy, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

You must know that just a few months ago, he was chased and killed by the Black Evil, and in the end, with his natural powers, and a few of his subordinates desperately delayed, he escaped by luck, and he himself paid the price of serious injuries for this. How strong the strength of the black demon is, except for Lan Feng, I am afraid that only he knows best.

Lan Xianlong and the others breathed a sigh of relief, what they cared about was not who won or lost, not whether Lan Feng was injured or not, at present, Lan Feng didn't see any injuries on the surface, but it was much better than they expected.

In contrast, Djilas and several of the Templar Guardians looked at each other, their eyes widening as they looked at the darkness.

Although there is something wrong with the black evil, Gilas has to admit that the strength of the black evil is extremely strong, and when facing the black evil, even if he is a six-star poison master, he is still a little frightened in his heart, after all, the name of a god-level powerhouse is not a joke.

However, such a powerful black demon was so embarrassed at the moment, and the long sword inserted in his chest was particularly dazzling.

"God, that kid's strength is too terrifying, isn't it?" Gilas secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at Lan Feng's gaze, it also became unprecedentedly jealous, in his heart, there was still a trace of fear, if he didn't order a group of Temple Heavenly Guards to besiege Lan Feng before, but took the initiative to rush forward, then what would happen to him......

As for the four surviving Templar Guardians, they were dumbfounded at the moment.

Everyone was shocked by the scene above, and the air above the entire Daye City seemed to be condensed, and the oppressive atmosphere made Delogar, Gilas and others feel like they couldn't breathe.

Raising his head, Lan Feng's dark eyes calmly stared at the slightly distorted black demon on his face, and his brows furrowed slightly: "He is worthy of being a god-level powerhouse, he was hit by the sword drawing technique, and he didn't even die!" Speaking of which, Lan Feng was really a little unwilling, the power of the sword drawing technique was more terrifying than expected, but at the same time, the strength of the black demon was far beyond his imagination.

"This ...... What kind of meta-technique is this!" The black eyes were bloodshot, and the wrinkled forehead showed fine cold sweat, and the old face like shriveled bark was also very pale.

As he spoke, he looked down at the long sword embedded in the ribs of his chest, the long sword that released a dazzling scorching light, the brilliant brilliance on the surface was rapidly fading, and in just a few breaths, it was dimmed, as if the sun had lost its original life and turned into a dead thing.

With trembling hands, the Black Shaper reached for the sword and tried to pull it out.

However, as soon as his palm touched the long sword, the long sword with a gloomy color suddenly shattered, like yellow sand, turning into a cloud of mist, escaping into the air.

Looking at this scene, Lan Feng couldn't help but feel a little regretful: "This is a three-pattern spirit weapon!"

Performing a sword drawing technique once and scrapping a three-pattern spirit weapon is a luxury for anyone.

"Isn't it just a three-pattern spirit weapon?" The transparent old man couldn't help but pout, "With your refining ability, why worry about not being able to refine a three-pattern spirit weapon?"

The current Lan Feng, the success rate of refining the three-pattern spirit weapon can almost reach 100%.

As long as Lan Feng was given enough spiritual weapon materials, Lan Feng would be able to refine the three-pattern spiritual weapon without restrictions, and this kind of skill was beyond the reach of even those six-star refining masters.

"Poof. At this time, a mouthful of blood spat out of the black devil's mouth, and his brow was slightly furrowed from the sharp pain in his chest.

Taking a deep breath, he looked up at Lan Feng, and a trace of anger ignited in his old eyes: "Boy, you really angered the old man this time!"

He almost forgot how long it had been since he had been so badly injured, thirty years, or fifty years?

And now, he is not only injured, but also injured at the hands of a hairy boy in his twenties, which is simply a great shame in his life!

What's more, many people have seen this scene, and it can be said that the black face is lost at this moment.

The afterglow swept over the group of people below, and the corners of the black eyes couldn't help but twitch slightly, and the killing intent in the old eyes also became unprecedentedly rich: "Shame!"

Such a shame can only be washed away with the blood of the other party.

The black fist was slowly clenched, and the powerful yuan force was divided into two parts, one part surged towards his fists, and the other part was gathered on the hideous blood mouth on his chest, at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly repaired his body, and in just a few breaths, the bloody mouth in his chest that was deep and visible to the bones was completely repaired, and he could not see the slightest injury.

"What kind of means is this?A hole was punched in his chest, can he recover so quickly?" Lan Feng looked at Hei Sha with some shock, it was the first time he had fought against a god-level powerhouse, naturally he didn't understand the methods of a god-level powerhouse, and his heart felt extremely shocked.

You must know that the damage caused by the sword drawing technique to the black evil is not low, for ordinary people, even if they take the healing pill, it will take a month to recover, but the black evil has not taken any healing pill, and with his own yuan power alone, he has fully recovered in just a few breaths, which is really amazing.

Glancing at Lan Feng obliquely, the transparent old man muttered, "This should be the effect unique to the Yuan Force of a god-level powerhouse. ”

After a pause, the transparent old man continued: "But you don't have to worry too much, although the Yuan Power of a god-level powerhouse is more effective than any Healing Pill, but with such a serious injury, if you want to recover completely, you must consume a lot of Yuan Power." ”

In fact, the transparent old man had already faintly sensed that the aura of the black evil was a little weaker, so he dared to conclude that the black evil must have consumed a lot of yuan power.

"Even if he consumes a lot of Yuan Power, he is still very powerful. Lan Feng was not so optimistic, and there was a heaviness in his voice.

On the surface, Lan Feng seems to have an advantage, after all, Hei Sha is seriously injured, and his appearance is extremely embarrassed, even if he repairs his injuries, it has cost a lot of yuan power, and Lan Feng has not been substantially injured so far, and he has made a judgment. But in fact, Lan Feng has emptied all his hole cards, and even his strongest attack, "Sword Drawing Technique", can only injure the black evil at most, but cannot kill it, in this case, the black evil is already invincible, no matter how he fights, it is impossible to lose in the end.

Clenched his fists, Lan Feng said a little unwillingly: "My attack is still not strong enough!"

Hei Sha didn't leave much time for Lan Feng, he released a soul power, locked Lan Feng to death, and then stomped on the soles of his feet in mid-air, with a crisp "click", the place where the soles of his feet stepped on suddenly collapsed, and when a pitch-black hole appeared, his figure swept towards Lan Feng in a sharp sound of breaking wind.

"Boy, come here!"

The entire sky of Daye City was filled with black shouts.

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