Gasping for air, Ye Yunfeng trembled, the strong concussive power was tortured in his body, and the completely liberated Silence Sword Intent, even if it was just a wisp, was not something that the current Ye Yunfeng could bear.

The Tianwen Sword slashed the paw prints grabbed by the Thirteen Ghosts, and fell backwards violently. The beautiful ironclad corpse roared angrily, clenched her fists, and slammed into it.

"Humph!"

His face turned pale, and Ghost Thirteen snorted coldly. And the beautiful iron armor corpse behind the fierce grab. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and his face turned even paler.

The Tianwen sword flipped over, and a sword stabbed out, pointing at the iron fist of the beautiful iron-armored corpse. Boom, there was a muffled sound.

Twisting his waist violently, a faint maroon halo appeared on Ye Yunfeng's left hand, clenched his fist, and blasted it away.

"Bang!"

His arm trembled, Ye Yunfeng showed shock, and suddenly closed his fist. The physical power exploded, and the ghost thirteen were blasted away by Ye Yunfeng's punch.

"Such a strong force, is it really a monk who became famous by refining corpses?" Ye Yunfeng sighed in his heart. His physical strength had reached the peak level of the middle stage of foundation building, and Ghost Thirteen was actually able to confront him head-on.

For a low-level cultivator, how could this not shock Ye Yunfeng.

"I'm going to kill you!" Ghost Thirteen was retreating, and the hand that collided with Ye Yunfeng trembled, and a touch of scarlet slid down. Roaring with rage, Ghost Thirteen went crazy again. "He actually hurt me, and if he hurts, I'm going to die. ”

Ghost Thirteen's eyes were red, and he roared angrily, waving his hand suddenly. A rune shot out, reflecting the eyebrows of the beautiful iron-armored corpse.

Suddenly, the roar of the beautiful iron-armored corpse resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Ye Yunfeng's pupils contracted instantly, a strong sense of crisis permeated his heart, the Tianwen Sword rotated and moved in his hand, his brows furrowed, and the sword intent roared.

"Die!"

With a roar, Ye Yunfeng was not confused, and his eyes showed firmness. The blood at the corner of his mouth rushed wildly, and he stood with his sword in his hand, roaring at Ghost Thirteen.

"Every day I come into this world, I am confused, I don't know if my existence is real, and I don't know what the meaning of my existence is. However, in my world, there is a sentence that I agree with at the moment. So, I'm going to do the same. Ye Yunfeng's eyes were firm, and he said to himself in his heart.

"I want this day no more to cover my eyes, I want this earth to no longer bury my heart. I want to see the heavens, and the universe is screaming at my feet. You're just a passerby in my life, and you're going to die. Ye Yunfeng stared coldly at the beautiful iron-armored corpse that came at him, but his eyes were looking at the ghost thirteen, and he spoke coldly.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Ye Yunfeng rose out, and an arrogant and violent aura gushed out.

Tianwen Sword roared in a low voice, fiercely, Ye Yunfeng raised his hand, and the blade of Tianwen Sword pointed directly at Ghost Thirteen.

"Uncle is so handsome! Come on, uncle, uncle will blow up that weak sufferer. Lingling was instantly excited, Ye Yunfeng's breath exploded, and the little Lori was a divine beast Golden-winged Dapeng Bird, which was originally a super demon beast known for its tyranny.

At this moment, Ye Yunfeng burst out with that aura of destruction, which instantly made this violent little Lori feel an inexplicable emotion.

"Meow!"

Miao Miao lazily pulled out her little head from Xiao Lori's arms, with a hint of excitement in her eyes. Staring at Ye Yunfeng's proud figure, he hissed excitedly.

At this moment, Miao Miao actually had an inexplicable feeling of connection with the spirit, and for the first time felt that this violent little Lori was not so hateful, and that hateful face also felt cute.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ye Yunfeng turned sideways, and the Tianwen Sword stabbed out instantly, and a wisp of annihilation sword intent attached to it. In an instant, Ye Yunfeng's sword blade stabbed at a point above the throat of the beautiful iron-armored corpse.

"Lock!"

Seeing this, Ghost Thirteen roared angrily, manipulated the beautiful iron-armored corpse to pounce on Ye Yunfeng, and opened his hands. Grasp the Tianwen Sword that slashed quickly.

"Poof!"

Ye Yunfeng drew his sword, and his physical strength exploded. The muscles of the right hand are bulging, and the veins are protruding. In an instant, the Tianwen Sword was withdrawn from the hand of the beautiful ironclad corpse.

A stream of dark green blood splattered, and although the hand of the beautiful ironclad corpse holding the Tianwen Sword was cut, the beautiful ironclad corpse did not feel pain, and the wound on the palm did not affect her at all.

Suddenly reached out and grabbed it.

Ye Yunfeng was caught off guard, and his figure paused for a moment.

Seeing this, Ghost Thirteen shouted, and the Soul Shattering Claw was used again, and he grabbed it fiercely, but the target was Ye Yunfeng's head.

After this moment, after the struggle with Ye Yunfeng, Ghost Thirteen was speechless about the strength of Ye Yunfeng's body.

He knew that his spell bombardment on Ye Yunfeng's body would not cause substantial injuries to Ye Yunfeng at all, and at most it would delay Ye Yunfeng for a while.

At this moment, Ye Yunfeng revealed his flaws, and the ghost thirteen would hesitate. The Soul Crush was unleashed, and the blood in his body was surging. Suddenly grabbed Ye Yunfeng's head.

Thought to myself. "Your body is hard, I can't hurt it. I don't believe it, your head is gone, and you can still live. ”

At this time, Lan Bing'er was very depressed, and they were all perverts. Looking at the ** beautiful iron-armored corpse of Ghost Thirteen, there was a touch of shyness on his face. It's more of anger. However, this is not the main reason for her depression.

The main thing is, she found. Whether it is the beautiful iron-armored corpse of Ghost Thirteen, or Ye Yunfeng's swordsmanship. Even the seemingly harmless little Lori next to her. The strength is stronger than her, plus now only one head is exposed from Xiao Lori's arms.

Lan Bing'er was not calm for a moment, she was even wondering if the world had collapsed. I actually felt it on a cat, a more dangerous aura than Ghost Thirteen, Ye Yunfeng and even the little Lori beside me.

Especially when Miao Miao appeared, the cold breath of nothingness made him breathless.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth trembled, and the black textures in the blood-colored sky condensed, and the entire secret realm trembled wildly at this moment.

Ye Yunfeng froze suddenly, his pupils contracted slightly. "What's going on. With a low snort, Ye Yunfeng took advantage of this moment to avoid the claw blade of the beautiful iron-armored corpse, and at the same time slashed at the broken soul claw of Ghost Thirteen.

The body suddenly fell backwards and said to Ghost Thirteen. "Ghost Thirteen, today's battle is temporarily stopped, now that this secret realm has changed, if we continue to fight like this, we will inevitably lose both. At that time, I can't say that we will all fall in this secret realm. ”

Seeing Ye Yunfeng retreating, Ghost Thirteen was also shocked by the changes in the Blood Refining Secret Realm at this moment, since he forgot to pursue for a while.

Ye Yunfeng's words of exemption from war came from his ears, and he woke up suddenly, and cold sweat broke out on his head. In his heart, he was glad that Ye Yunfeng did not take this opportunity to attack him, otherwise he might not be able to dodge the sword in Ye Yunfeng's hand.

Hearing Ye Yunfeng say that the decisive battle was postponed, the ghost thirteen couldn't ask for it. He had previously chased and killed the disciples of the Inviting Moon Palace, and the true yuan had already consumed some, and later he had a fierce battle with Lan Bing'er. The consumption of true yuan was even more terrifying, and then Ye Yunfeng arrived, and this battle made the true yuan in the ghost thirteen body completely consumed.

The beautiful ironclad corpse already had a slight tendency to devour the lord, and if he hadn't suppressed it with essence blood immediately, he might have died at this moment.

"Good!"

Staring at Ye Yunfeng, Ghost Thirteen faintly uttered a word.

Suddenly, the earth trembled and stopped suddenly. Shaking his gaze, a huge blood-colored palace loomed.

Scarlet dragons circled and roared. Clouds of blood floated and turned into images.