"I'll kill you first." Zhang Hui turned around instantly and rushed towards Lin Yuan with a wave of his palm. Faced with the shocking power of his palm, Lin Yuan closed her eyes in fright.
"You bastard!" Ye Feng suddenly jumped with his remaining leg and used the Tianmo Sword Technique - Tianyang Sword!
Dazzling light illuminated the entire battlefield, and Ye Feng's sword was seen moving up and down strangely, slashing down in staggered directions.
"The mantis's arm is like a chariot!" Zhang Hui sneered and sent out his second palm almost at the same time, knocking Ye Feng's sword away. At the same time, the palm force directly hit Ye Feng's abdomen. Ye Feng spit out blood and flew out seven or eight feet in the air.
He fell down just a short distance away, and large mouthfuls of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Ye Feng felt as if the intestines in his abdomen were broken. He kept coughing up blood. He didn't know how badly he was injured, or even whether he could survive. But he felt very lucky. If he hadn't rushed up in time, Lin Yuan would have died.
Hard to escape.
"Brother Feng..." Lin Yuan had opened her eyes at this time, her face was full of tears, and she stretched out a pair of jade hands in panic to block Ye Feng's mouth, but blood still poured out from her hands.
"Brother Feng, don't die, don't die!" Lin Yuan's sad cry made everyone outside the venue feel sad and sympathized with Ye Feng and the two of them.
After Ye Feng coughed out five or six more mouthfuls of blood, he was finally able to speak. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a forced smile: "Fool, I promised your father to take good care of you, how could you die so irresponsibly? Besides, I promised your father to take good care of you."
I haven't married you yet..." At this point, Ye Feng spit out another mouthful of blood.
Lin Yuan cried and said: "Brother Feng, please don't lie to me."
Ye Fengqiang cheered up, put on a smile, and said: "I'm not going to lie to you, but if Brother Feng falls, you must be strong. Tears only come from the weak."
"Brother Feng, my tears are only shed for you." Lin Yuan said and hugged Ye Feng tightly.
"Ho!" The little bastard also limped over at this time. Ye Feng held Lin Yuan in one hand and stroked the little bastard's beautiful fur with the other. He smiled and said: "I, Ye Feng, and you two are my life and death confidants. This life is enough for me."
That’s it.”
"I have done my best to give you the time to say goodbye. Now is it time to hit the road?" Zhang Hui's cold voice sounded.
"Old man, do you really think you can defeat me?" Ye Feng suddenly started fighting, and at the same time a terrifying aura surged out. The power was completely different from the previous Ye Feng.
"Huh? It's not easy to survive my palm without dying. It's interesting that you still have such a strong power." Zhang Hui commented without any worry.
Hahaha," Ye Feng suddenly laughed wildly, "Old man, in fact, the first thing I learned the Thirteen Swords of the Demon was not the first sword, but the last sword.
The power of heaven and earth can defend against enemies in thousands of universes. Even the ancient demons will inevitably be killed, hence the name of the demon sword. To be honest, the thirteenth sword is completely beyond the scope of my understanding. It is a fatal move. I really
I don’t want to do this, I hope you won’t force me.”
"Arrogant. A young military commander actually said that he would die with me. It's extremely arrogant." Zhang Hui shouted loudly, as if he had been greatly insulted.
"That's it." Ye Feng sighed and smiled, slowly closing his eyes. The golden lotus aura in his abdominal dantian slowly split into two, then two into three. After Ye Feng had the consciousness to sacrifice everything, that
The Lotus Spiritual Energy breaks through again, and Ye Feng becomes a sixth-level Wuhou-level master. But soon Ye Feng will lose everything.
Today is destined to be an unforgettable day in his life. Under the guidance of his thoughts, the three golden lotuses began to slowly float away. At the same time, Ye Feng's strength became stronger and stronger, and soon surpassed Zhang Hui!
Ye Feng closed his eyes and whispered: "The Thirteenth Sword of the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique--Holy Destroy the Heavenly Demon!" At this moment, Ye Feng seemed to suddenly become ethereal, and his whole figure was filled with a solemn and solemn solemnity, vaguely,
People seemed to see a majestic hero with a fearless spirit of sacrificing his life for righteousness in order to kill the ancient demon.
The ancient demon was killed, but the hero also fell, leaving people with countless sighs and sorrows. This move is called the Holy Demon Destroyer.
The soldiers in the field, Zhao Xinyi, and the little witch all looked at Ye Feng in surprise. The weirdness of Ye Feng's technique shocked everyone.
Suddenly, Ye Feng opened his eyes. The eyes were determined and thick. The moment he opened them, a powerful aura came out of his body. The vast power fluctuated and vibrated in the battlefield. At this moment, Ye Feng seemed to be taller all of a sudden.
When he stood up, he felt like a giant standing up to the sky and the earth, giving people a heavy sense of oppression, making everyone feel suffocated. At this time, the venue was filled with an aura of righteousness.
"What a powerful feeling. It's a pity that I am destined to only have this feeling for a moment." Ye Feng sighed and walked towards Zhang Hui. Every time he took a step forward, the ground trembled, and an invisible pressure surged forward.
Go, the great pressure is as heavy as Mount Tai.
"Do you want to die with me just because of this?" Zhang Hui sneered, and terrible cyan aura burst out from his whole body. The great pressure spread, and he had the momentum to compete with Ye Feng. An invisible secret battle between the two
There was an explosion between them, and the energy outside the two people's bodies surged wildly, forming an energy storm between them, and bursts of thunder came from the void.
"Boom!" An earth-shaking vibration erupted, and the ground between the two was bombarded by this invisible force, creating a large crater nearly two feet deep.
"Kill!" Ye Feng suddenly shouted, drew his sword and struck down.
The nearly five-foot-long golden sword light, as bright as a rainbow and as powerful as divine punishment, cut through the void and fell straight down. Inside the battlefield, there were bursts of wind and thunder, strong winds, and dust covering the sky.
The power of a sword changes the color of heaven and earth!
Terrifying energy fluctuations surged between heaven and earth, invisible pressure surged outward like angry waves, and countless soldiers and civilians watching the battle were thrown to the ground.
The color on Zhang Hui's face changed. Ever since Ye Feng used all his strength to explode, Zhang Hui knew that this young man's strength could no longer be understood by common sense. At least his skills were no longer ordinary skills.
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"Drink!" Zhang Hui roared angrily and struck out with all his strength. The vast power turned into a blue shield and surged towards the five-foot-long sword. However, after the two powerful forces collided, there was no sound.
The golden sword light seemed to be alive, swallowing the cyan shield. The cyan shield became darker and darker, and finally disappeared into nothingness.
Zhang Hui's body swayed, and he involuntarily took a step back. He felt the blood surge in his chest, and there was a dull pain. He was extremely shocked, and he didn't expect Ye Feng to be able to knock him back even one step.
At the same time, Ye Feng's body also shook, and his face seemed much pale.
"Sure enough, an ordinary move still can't kill you. I didn't want to lose everything, but now I have no choice." Ye Feng sighed in a low voice. He didn't have much time. If the move just now could kill Zhang Hui, it would be the best.
Well, if you can't, you can only take a path of no return.
The Thunder Wind Sword pointed at the sky, and only five words appeared in Ye Feng's mouth - The Thirteen Swords of the Demon!
"Whoosh!" Ye Feng's figure was erratic, leaving a golden streamline in the air. The streamline slashed back and forth around Cheng Hui. Every time he slashed, there were bursts of wind and thunder, and the power fluctuated like an angry sea. At the same time, Ye Feng moved
The trajectory left golden streamlines in space, and these streamlines have never disappeared.