Xia Yanfeng could have stopped, but he was still worried that the moment he stopped, Hua Tengyun would take advantage of the problem and directly swing the knife to cut off his head, and in that moment, Xia Yanfeng still returned to his hand, where was there even a fraction of a second to dodge the oncoming blade? Therefore, since he had chosen to fight, he had to fight firmly with the other party for a long time.

A little bit of borrowing force to advance, relying on the play of the thunder element, Xia Yanfeng stepped forward step by step, but due to the cold invasion of the body, coupled with the opponent's excessive force, Xia Yanfeng would be pressed back by the original top no matter how many steps he advanced, and he could not take the slightest advantage. And the other party seems to be only suppressing, and is not in a hurry to let Xia Yanfeng rout, Xia Yanfeng only has the advantage of mana, and he can't save the current half-decay situation, if it goes on like this, for Xia Yanfeng, it can only be a vicious circle.

Tenacious persistence, the more insistence, the more cold air enters the body, but Xia Yanfeng can't let go, as soon as he lets go, he is likely to lose his life. At the moment, the undead clan is powerful, and this Gilsayy City is only a barrier for him. With his own shortcomings and the strengths of the enemy, more and more thunder elements turned into gases and quietly slipped away from the Sword of Destiny, Xia Yanfeng's feeling was extremely uncomfortable. The chill that pierced his heart was so cold that he couldn't find a chance to let go, he could only fall right into the hands of the enemy.

The Cold Snap Offensive of the Undead Clan is also a great killing move, although it is not as lethal as the Plague Offensive, but the range of cold kills is obviously wider. It's not a way to be oppressed like this, but Xia Yanfeng can't think of a better way to fight back, and if he continues to do useless maneuvering, it can only be "senseless maneuvering", and the disparity in strength makes him unable to exert his strength.

In a passive situation, although he will not be crushed, but even if he grasps the Sword of Destiny with both hands, the strength of the deal still occupies an absolute top, and the only way Xia Yanfeng can think of is to sacrifice the Qinggang Sword. However, even if his life is really at stake, he will definitely veto this extreme decision.

Xia Yanfeng's heart is very stubborn, he doesn't believe in this evil! Without an artifact, he can't defeat any strong enemy? This is too ridiculous, isn't it? What about the undead clan? What about Hua Tengyun? How about strength? If strength alone can determine the victory, then what do you need to be agile and resourceful? He never believes that he will lose to a character like Hua Tengyun, and the artifact is not all he has! He can't feel that he can't even win against such an opponent, and with his strength, he will definitely not ......

"Hehe, your face seems to be very ugly. The rhythm of suppression has always been unbiased, Hua Tengyun likes this pleasure of gaining the upper hand, he unconsciously sneered and said, "If you want to admit defeat, admit it quickly, our task is to capture Gilsai City, not to spend it here with your kid, if you want to escape, just run away, don't wait for Hua to regret it." ”

"Hmph...... If you look at your face, what qualifications does your zombie face have to say about me?" Xia Yanfeng did not give in to death, the cold air had gradually entered his kidneys, and the feeling of weakness was surging in his body one after another like a tide.

was forced to retreat step by step, which can not be stopped by Xia Yanfeng. Xia Yanfeng was always looking for an opportunity to pull away, he couldn't let Hua Tengyun continue to suppress it, he was now completely brought into Hua Tengyun's own rhythm, being led by the other party's nose and passively pressed.

Hua Tengyun's killing intent reached its highest point, and the torture of the cold made Xia Yanfeng overwhelmed. Xia Yanfeng had to change his gesture and chose to hold the sword with one hand to resist, and he only blocked it for a moment, he didn't want to be discouraged, but everything he did next would only be an expedient measure. Death from being invaded by the cold is thousands of times more serious than having a weapon knocked out.

"Click" ...... In an instant, the sword had been broken, and because Xia Yanfeng deliberately relaxed the strength of his arm, the Sword of Heavenly Destiny was quickly cut off by Hua Tengyun, and most of the front of the sword body dissipated in the thunderous roar.

The army of the undead in front of them is still dead silent, not excited or cheering at the victory or dominance of the boss, they are just a group of puppets who obey orders, acting as walking corpses under the inspiration of the dark forces, never knowing how to wave the flag and shout for the boss. And it's no wonder that the undead race itself is a completely emotionless race, in contrast, the demon race and the demon race may still have some so-called understatement "emotions", but the undead race is absolutely impossible to have "love", because they are originally a group of zombie monsters who only have a resentful body, have long since died, and have a cold body.

Xia Yanfeng's sword blade was broken, but fortunately, the cold qi also interrupted the rhythm of invading the body, Xia Yanfeng's body and mind had been eroded by the heavy load of cold qi and was about to lose his strength, he deliberately broke it, just to get rid of such a feeling of powerlessness.

Hua Tengyun naturally roared, and took advantage of the situation to continue to swing his knife and attack, directly taking Xia Yanfeng's head. Xia Yanfeng threw away the broken sword as fast as he could, and rolled on the spot, the blade failed to swing to his head, but it was only close to killing him.

The Sword of Destiny is a materialized sword that was conceived in the sea of spirits, and if you throw it away, you will throw it away, and it will not be a big problem to regenerate one. But now Xia Yanfeng is unarmed, which has fueled Hua Tengyun's arrogance, even if Hua Tengyun is expressionless, his arrogant actions have to make Xia Yanfeng scared, and he was even forced out of a cold sweat.

Xia Yanfeng rolled out a large distance on the ground like a gale, which made Hua Tengyun have to drive his skeleton war horse and follow forward for a long distance to cut Xia Yanfeng. Hua Tengyun pursued while shouting angrily: "Stinky boy! If you want to get out, get out of my Hua someone's sight! If you know that it is powerful, you should disappear quickly! Otherwise, Hua Mou will be comfortable with you next!"

rolled on his own, and then stood up again with an elegant attitude. Xia Yanfeng's mouth was still flooded with a cold and weird smile, staring coldly at Hua Tengyun, who was murderous and rushed towards him.

"Whew...... I'll show you what. As soon as Xia Yanfeng raised his palm, the murderous aura surged again. He didn't want to figure it out, he didn't want to dwell on anything, it was pointless. There was a slight divine power surging in his palm, although it was not to the point of shocking people's hearts, but for his body and mind, it was a kind of warm activation to the extreme.

Xia Yanfeng did not sacrifice the green steel sword, and the sword in his hand that had no breath at all, but was glowing with a pale golden luster, was the primordial divine sword "Rebellion" that had still not lifted the slightest seal!

"What kind of thing......" Seeing Xia Yanfeng summon another sword, Hua Tengyun sneered disdainfully, in his senses, this sword is just an ordinary sword that can be seen casually, and it is not even as energetic as the previous Sword of Destiny, "Hey, I thought it was something great, it turned out that the broken iron sword came to fool me." ”

Hua Tengyun flew off the skeleton war horse without any scruples, and rushed forward with his war knife held high. If Xia Yanfeng didn't know each other again, he wouldn't show mercy to his subordinates anymore...... No, the undead will never show mercy to any enemy, even their own people, because they have no "affection" at all.

Xia Yanfeng knew that it was not advisable to use this sword to resist the enemy, but he still wanted to gamble. He could choose to retreat, and the lives of the people of Gilsai City had nothing to do with him, but he did not want to give in, and he would not bow his head to any enemy, and if he did so, it would be against his principles of Xia Yanfeng! Even if Sutlon ordered him to retreat, he would not do so, because for him, his own principles were above all else! Could it be that without the green steel sword, he really couldn't defeat any strong enemy? This is a joke! This is an extreme insult to his own existence and a violation of human dignity! He absolutely cannot tolerate it, he wants to win, he craves victory!

Perhaps it was Xia Yanfeng's obsession that had broken through the sky, the energy in the depths of his soul was constantly released, and the spiritual fluctuations in his subconscious turned into the energy food of "rebellion", and the luster on the sword of "rebellion" gradually shone brightly, and brought a low moan. Is this God's response to Him? Could it be that "disobedience" has begun to awaken?

With such doubts, Xia Yanfeng gradually felt that the entire arm holding the sword was infiltrated by the warm current, and gradually filled with strength, although he still couldn't feel the existence of God, and Hua Tengyun couldn't sense the glorious divine power either, but Xia Yanfeng somehow gave birth to an unstoppable confidence in some aspects, and this confidence became more and more full as his body temperature warmed up.

"Huh...... It's great, it's great! This feeling is the most wonderful!" Although it is also an artifact, the "rebellion" of the power that has not yet been opened is essentially different from the Qinggang sword, Xia Yanfeng will not accept the Qinggang sword subjectively, but the "rebellion" is concentric with him and almost as if it is a general existence.

Xia Yanfeng smiled slightly, and unconsciously sighed passionately in his heart. He will not hesitate for a moment, it is the "disobedience" that gives him confidence. He faced Hua Tengyun's gloomy anger and rushed straight forward, "disobedient" and slightly whispered, as if he was with his master Xia Yanfeng, longing for victory, eager to bathe in the dirty blood of the undead.

Hua Tengyun would not be frightened by Xia Yanfeng's sudden attack, he was excited. In fact, he still admires this indomitable, heroic and fearless human being, although he can't remember what he used to be, but his mind that has long been emptied, but he will still float his own heroic appearance in the past, even if he can't remember what his past self was.

Xia Yanfeng seemed to use the most leisurely movements, raising both hands to "go against fate", and parry Hua Tengyun's slash on the spot. He didn't know where he could force himself out of so much power, but he was sure that these powers belonged to him!

Hua Tengyun's blade slashed at the blade that shone with a pale golden luster, only making a "clang" sound, and then, the swords made a piercing friction sound, and the weapons of both sides were shaken at the same time, and the two of them took a step back.

"Good boy......" Hua Tengyun raised the corners of his mouth, "I really underestimate you, your weapon is hard enough." ”

"Hmph...... It's just a piece of scrap metal, so it's hard to imagine that you really think this sword is a treasure. Xia Yanfeng naturally felt his blood boiling, but he still kept a calm sneer and deliberately said these words.

Hua Tengyun coldly twitched a few cold stiff facial muscles, and said with a smile: "Scrap iron is returned to treasure, but it is up to Hua to decide, even if you kid holds scrap iron, you can turn waste into treasure, right?"

"Hehe, you don't have to praise me, keep fighting!" Xia Yanfeng didn't want to talk nonsense, he decisively raised the "rebellion", and regardless of whether it awakened or not, he couldn't help but slash towards Hua Tengyun.

Two slashes, two more rounds, swords meet each other, and the "rebellion" in Xia Yanfeng's hands is getting smoother and smoother......