"You two killed that person just now?"

Seeing that the young master of the Ma family was refined by Danhuo. Dancing eBook wWw.75txt. Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of essence. Said in a deep voice.

"Yes, what is your relationship with him, and you want to avenge him?"

The middle-aged Confucian Xiu said with a smile. The powerful momentum was displayed, but in the eyes, there was a cold light flickering.

"Hmph, this person has something to do with it, you kill it in front of me, this is obviously not giving me face, that is, killing things. ”

Ye Fengfeng said lightly.

"Your Excellency has such a big mouth, just because you want to deal with me, it's really beyond your strength. ”

The young Confucian cultivator sneered, and he didn't see any movement, and above his head, there was an extra golden magic weapon, and Ye Feng looked at it fixedly, but it was a talisman pen.

The middle-aged Confucian cultivator shook his body and appeared behind Ye Feng, looking at the posture of the two, not only wanted to attack back and forth, but also prevented him from escaping.

Ye Feng still didn't move, just looked at the two of them with disdain.

When the young Confucian cultivator saw this, he couldn't help but mutter, if he was an ordinary late-stage cultivator, in the face of this situation, there was a good chance that he would panic in his heart, what did he rely on? Or did he deliberately pretend to be calm to confuse himself. Or there is some powerful secret method for real cultivation, but no matter what, it is definitely impossible for the two of them to join forces.

Ye Feng sighed, it was really something that didn't shed tears when he didn't see the coffin, the matter had come to this point, there was no need to continue to hide the mana, and the powerful momentum rose to the sky and pressed towards the two of them.

Rumble!

Ye Feng didn't make a move, but just the pressure generated by the momentum made the two enemies' faces as white as paper, and their bodies trembled...... It's not just scared, it's a lot of weight.

This feeling, this bearing—a first-line Heavenly Stage cultivator!

The two of them froze in place, originally wanting to pick up cheap and make meritorious contributions, but they met an old monster with a glimmer of sky.

"Two fellow Daoists, do you still think I'm talking big?" Ye Feng slowly spoke, his tone was calm, and there was no trace of anger.

"Giggle...... Where can the two of them speak, only their teeth keep fighting, Ye Feng sighed, slowly raised his right hand, and deep fear flashed in the eyes of the Confucian cultivator, and suddenly his knees weakened, and he knelt down in mid-air. "Seniors, misunderstandings, all misunderstandings, even if we borrow a few guts, how dare the juniors offend Huwei?"

"Yes, seniors, please be merciful to your subordinates, no matter what you ask, the juniors will definitely agree. [To read the latest chapter of this book, please search for 800] "The middle-aged Confucian cultivator saw that his senior brother had knelt down, where did he dare to be tough, and he also had a servile expression.

"Hmph!" Ye Feng was slightly surprised when he saw this, although cultivation is difficult, in addition to strength, if you want to turn danger into a disaster, you also need a slippery psychology that can bend and stretch.

But the other party's cultivation is not low, and he can actually accept weakness without hesitation when he sees something wrong, such a character is admirable.

However, Ye Feng just smiled coldly, but did not speak.

The more he can endure the humiliation of the enemy, the more terrifying it is, with Ye Feng's character, how can he leave trouble for himself.

A hint of ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Ye Feng raised his hand to make a move.

I saw a streamer flying out. Then, a small golden sword appeared.

Ye Feng waved lightly, and in the blink of an eye, the wind and clouds were thunderous, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of sword lights were differentiated.

"Woo Woo ......"

The sound of breaking the sky sounded, and the thunder was bursting and the momentum was monstrous.

The faces of the two Confucian cultivators changed wildly, this majesty, this momentum, they couldn't even have the slightest idea of resisting.

"Let's go!"

The young Confucian Xiu let out a loud scream, like a ghost crying wolf, turning into a white light, shooting in the direction of the sky.

The middle-aged Confucian cultivator's zero-level god/19181/'s expression is also difficult to see, but his reaction is a little slower, and he wants to escape, but the sword light has already arrived in front of him.

Fear struck like a tide, and in the face of a glimmer of heavenly monsters, he knew that he would not be lucky, but he was willing to sit back and wait for death.

Stretched out his hand and slapped the back of his head fiercely, and a dazzling red light flew out of his mouth.

At that moment, I saw a red light flashing. A magic weapon of the research platform appeared, and the red light flashed.

"Hurry!"

Confucian Xiu pointed at the magic weapon, and at the same time spurted out a mouthful of essence blood from his mouth, and under the urging of his secret method, the research platform emitted bursts of red light.

Finally, the light became more and more abundant, and I saw a monster with a tiger head and a lion body conjuring up from the research platform.

Immediately, Ru Xiu opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of essence blood, turned into a strand of silk thread, and shot towards the tiger-headed and lion-like monster.

"Whew......"

I saw a flash of red light, and after the monster absorbed the essence blood, the power was great.

"Senior brother, go away and avenge me in the future!"

This man is a person. Seeing that he can't walk anymore, he wants to buy time for his companions. However, he underestimated Ye Feng.

If a few years ago, although he was not Ye Feng's opponent, he could still resist one or two, but now Ye Feng, the Yuan Shen has already attained, in terms of supernatural powers, he is not inferior to ordinary first-line Heavenly Stage old monsters, how can he be a small Feather Stage monk who can resist?

I saw a golden glow. Ye Feng's Ling Tian Sword slashed towards the monster.

For a while, the spirit was released, and the explosion sound was like thunder, the monster with the tiger head and the body of a lion was not trivial, but in front of this sword light, it was like paper paste, and it was about to be beheaded under Ling Tian's sword.

The middle-aged Confucian Xiu was shocked, and hurriedly reached into his arms, wanting to take out other treasures, but the sword light had already reached his body, and the shield was torn lightly.

"No ......"

Mixed with his exclamation, he was twisted into a blood mist by the sword light, Ye Feng raised his hand and released a fireball, this master of the Heavenly Confucian Sect never dreamed that his fate would be exactly the same as that of the Ma family monk who had just been killed.

Heavenly cycle, retribution is unpleasant.

And in this moment's effort, the young Confucian cultivator had actually shot out several miles away.

With his divine sense, he naturally knew what was going on, and his heart was filled with anger and anger, but more fear.

How so?

Could it be that the abnormality I saw just now was not that the other party was cultivating strange magic skills, but that it was a celestial phenomenon that condensed a glimmer of heaven?

No, it's completely different from what is described in the book, what went wrong?

This person is a cultivator at the peak of the late stage of the Feather Stage, and he is quite scheming, and he always feels that there is another secret in this matter!

He is also delicate, even in this period of crisis, he quickly discovered the suspicion, the enemy is indeed extremely powerful, but it is slightly different from the first-line heavenly monster he has seen before, but where the difference is, he can't tell, the way is not clear...... My heart was full of doubts and fears, no matter what, the other party was definitely not something I could match.

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and spewed out a cloud of essence.

That essence was not gathered by Yuan Li, but a vast qi unique to Confucian cultivators.

With a little less, this thing is self-evidently important to them.

Then he pinched the trick again, and his whole body was dazzling, and he collided with the mighty qi.

In the distance, Ye Feng squinted, he didn't set out to chase after him, but no matter how fast the other party ran, where could he pull out the sensing range of his divine sense.

"It's not bad, just give it a try to my newly cultivated Hundred Poison Fire. ”

Ye Feng smiled coldly, raised his hand, and with a slight flip, a pitch-black demonic flame appeared in Ye Feng's hand.

Ye Feng hadn't tried its power since refining the Fire Spirit, but now was the right time.

"Go!"

With a flick of his wrist, the flame suddenly crossed a graceful arc, like a long whale taking water, chasing after the young Confucian cultivator. The speed is like a streamer. It's all over the place.

The young Confucian cultivator's face was extremely ugly, and a trace of despair flashed in his heart, originally he was full of confidence in his speed, but the speed of the opponent's demon fire was even more strange and unpredictable...... Is it really a catastrophe today?

Gritting his teeth, he stretched out his finger a little higher, and the talisman hovering above his head suddenly grew larger and blocked behind.

This person was also decisive, knowing that he would not do this, but he still gave up the magic weapon of his life.

A smile appeared at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, and he didn't know whether it was praise or ridicule, through the control of his divine thoughts, the poisonous fire flashed and turned into a fiery red red python. It is more than a foot long.

"Poof!"

The talisman pen only flashed with light, and the sound of shattering came, and on it, there was a small hole the size of a finger, and after the feather arrow passed through the defense, it re-restored the demon flame with a breath, and at this time he was not far from the target.

The young Confucian cultivator's face turned pale, although this scroll cannot be said to be a top-notch magic weapon, but in his own body, it has been cultivated for hundreds of years, and his supernatural powers are also extraordinary, and his defensive power is enough to make ordinary monks speechless, and it was destroyed so lightly.

What is especially terrifying is that the other party has not come out with a magic weapon, just the sword light and magic fire condensed with mana casually, and he has forced himself to a dead end, and this magic power may not be available even if it is the Supreme Elder in the door.

The horror in my heart is indescribable, current affairs are stronger than people, and it seems that it is an extravagant hope to escape.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, a trace of determination flashed on his face, and his eyes were deep, faintly crazy.

Boom, he chose to self-detonate.

Blood rained all over the sky, but inside the endless red, there was a yellow ball of light.

It was very light, if it weren't for Ye Feng's divine sense at the moment, which had already surpassed the cultivator of the early stage of the first line of heaven, I am afraid that he would not have noticed it, he raised his eyebrows, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he did not hesitate to urge his divine thoughts. The blue light flashed, and the nearby Yuan Li began to distort, gathering together, and a big golden hand formed out of thin air, conjuring up a piece of light and shadow, and grabbed towards the yellow light.

"The seniors are merciful. ”

In the yellow ball of light, there was a frightened voice from the young Confucian cultivator, but Ye Feng's expression remained unchanged, and with a fierce grip of the big golden hand, the yellow ball shattered.

Taking a breath, the Hundred Poisonous Fire flew back with it.

With a wave of his right hand, the poisonous fire was put away. In just a few moments, the two monks in the feathering stage were killed by Ye Feng.

Even if it's a first-line heaven stage monster, it's nothing more than that.

Putting the storage bags of the two of them into his pocket, Ye Feng looked at the big hand condensed by the Yuan Force again.

The expression was a little solemn.

In the palm of that big hand, the yellow light group kept trembling, but unfortunately he couldn't break free from the confinement, Ye Feng could feel his panic and resentment.

This matter is a bit strange, as we all know, only a glimmer of heaven stage old monsters can be separated from the body, ordinary monks, even if they reach the feather stage, they will never have such ability.

Once the soul leaves the body, it will dissolve into nothingness and disappear from this world without a trace.

But that yellow light cluster was obviously the other party's soul primordial god, but after such a long time, it did not weaken him in the slightest.

Could it be that this guy actually cultivates some kind of supernatural power that strengthens soul power?

Ye Feng began to guess in his mind.

But now he wasn't in the mood to study anything.

With a flick of the sleeve robe, a small jade box had slipped into the palm of his hand, and Ye Feng put away the yellow light cluster, and pasted a forbidden talisman on the lid of the box.

He doesn't have a treasure in his hand that nourishes soul power, if the other party doesn't have special supernatural powers, he can be left to fend for himself.

Of course, if the other party's primordial spirit can always exist, then it will have another use.

After doing this qiē, Ye Feng released his divine sense, and there were no cultivators within a radius of dozens of miles, he couldn't help but sigh, although he was not a soft-hearted person, but no matter what, the Ma family always caused trouble because of himself, and he was still a little embarrassed. Fortunately, the murderer has already been ambushed, and those Ma family monks who died tragically can also be blinded under Jiuquan.