Li Lifeng's attack didn't put much effort into it, it was all about the strength of the fourth level of Yuan Condensation, and no matter how weak Qingfeng was, he was still a person who had cultivated in the Juyuan stage, and he used the spiritual energy of heaven and earth more skillfully.
Before the swords collided, there was a hissing sound like water and fire colliding, completely canceling out Li Lifeng's water spirit energy. Moreover, before the castration of the Yang Sword was complete, it carried the scalding breath and crashed into Fenshuiyun.
sword.
"Boom!"
The sound of metal colliding shook the entire area, and for a while, sand and rocks flew and dust filled the air.
The Fenshuiyun Sword received this blow and flew backwards. When Li Lifeng caught it, he staggered back a few steps.
Seeing this, Qingfeng was secretly happy and shouted: "Li Lifeng, you saw the fierce fight between me and the baboon, you thought I had exhausted all my strength and wanted to take advantage. Ha, it's not that easy! Even if I only have this little spiritual power left, I can attack it."
Kill you! Yang Jian Wushuang! Burn the world!"
Under the control of the breeze, the flight became even redder, and flames ignited within a foot of the sword, burning the air much dryer.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
Carrying the wind, Qingfeng's Yang Sword shot towards Li Lifeng's forehead.
Li Lifeng recalled the Fenshuiyun Sword in his hand, looked at the incoming flying, smiled softly, held the sword with both hands, swung it in a circle, and rolled out circles of water patterns, one after another, first the flames of the Yang Sword
After crushing a lot of them, he leaped up, looked down from a high position, and slashed at Fei Fei with the Water Dividing Cloud Sword.
"The clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing! The waves are rolling into the sky! Hit the mark!"
"Bang! Bang!"
After two sounds, Li Lifeng's sword filled with spiritual power severely slashed Fei Fei crookedly!
Unable to stop flying, it flew out of the air and fell to the ground on the side!
With this blow, Li Lifeng summoned the spiritual power of his three eyes, which contained about 80% of his whole body's spiritual power!
One hit worked.
After losing control of the flight, his spiritual power sluggished for a moment. Qingfeng's body could no longer stop shaking. His face became paler and his lips trembled. He shouted in disbelief: "How is it possible, how is it possible! Wushuang Yangjian"
,return!"
Whoosh.
The sword flew back into his hand. When he looked down, there was a crack on the blade. Qingfeng suddenly couldn't breathe, his pale face turned red, and he stared at Li Lifeng: "You...Li Lifeng, you again
Are you using the Devouring Blood Technique? Okay, just use it, let’s see how long you can last!”
"The blood-swallowing skill?" Li Lifeng smiled slightly, turned over his sword, and smiled more playfully, "Do you really think this is the blood-swallowing skill? Then try this trick again and see what it is!"
"Split Water and Cloud Sword! Cut Waves Sword Technique! Clouds and Water are Boundless! Divide Tide and Cut Waves!"
"You thief Qingfeng, you should die!"
Li Lifeng didn't really like using the art of controlling objects to fight against enemies. Even though it was much more convenient, it lacked a refreshing feeling, especially when facing his enemies.
He prefers to hold the sword with both hands, one sword after another, and each sword strikes the enemy at the point where he must save him, watching the enemy's state of embarrassment as he struggles to deal with it.
Just like now, he could have thrown the sword out to attack, but instead grabbed the sword with both hands, stepped forward step by step, and struck hard at Qingfeng's flight.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Every blow hit the ground firmly, forcing Qingfeng to retreat step by step. The paler his face became and the more beads of sweat oozed out, the happier Li Lifeng felt.
After knocking for more than a dozen times, Qingfeng also took a dozen steps back, and the range of the flying attack also shrank a lot, from seven to eight feet away at the beginning, to two or three feet away now, to one or two feet away, until...
Originally, Qingfeng thought that Li Lifeng had used the blood-devouring skill to injure others and himself. He was not convinced and thought that after a while, Li Lifeng would be defeated without a fight!
However, after a while, Li Lifeng's attack power remained the same. After chasing for such a long time, he still displayed the strength of the seventh or eighth level of Ningyuan, and the intensity became more and more rounded. Qingfeng finally realized that something was wrong.
"The blood-swallowing skill is to burn one's own essence to explode with power. It will reach its peak in a moment. After that, the power of each attack will become smaller and smaller, instead of becoming more and more surging. This Li Lifeng..."
Qingfeng felt a chill in his heart!
Li Lifeng's attacks became more and more ferocious, his spiritual power became more and more smooth, and his use of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became more and more clever, even containing a trace of the rules of heaven and earth!
"This is impossible, impossible!" Qingfeng shook his head, trying to wake himself up. The rules of heaven and earth can only be understood by entering the palace of martial arts. For example, only by entering the Juyuan stage of cultivation can you get a glimpse of them.
The sky and the earth are so high that even a person at the tenth level of Ningyuan cannot see its power. How could Li Lifeng, a small fourth-level Ningyuan warrior, use his spiritual power so skillfully?
The more Qingfeng fought, the more frightened she became, and she began to retreat in her heart.
If Li Lifeng hadn't collected his ninth-level spiritual weapon, Qingfeng might as well have left it at that. After all, he had obtained the colorful grass, and his trip was worthwhile.
However, the Yin Sword is particularly important to him. The Yin and Yang swords are indispensable. There is Yang but no Yin, so the power is reduced by half. For Qingfeng, who has been tempering these two spiritual weapons for decades, losing one is useless.
It's like losing half your life.
Even though his spiritual power is getting weaker and weaker, he still wants to kill Li Lifeng with the sword by chance and regain the ninth-level Yin Sword!
The Yang Sword contains the Yin Sword, which is Qingfeng's biggest secret. Generally speaking, anyone and anything who discovers his secret will basically die. Because Qingfeng is very careful, and only when the opponent's strength is equal to his
Under certain circumstances, the Yin Sword will be released to take people's lives.
Even people who have known him for decades don't know his secret.
The Yin Yang Sword was obtained by Qingfeng from a cave of a deceased martial arts senior when he went out for training decades ago. He had been with him for decades, and asking him to give up one of them would be even more uncomfortable than killing him.
Therefore, even though Li Lifeng's attacks became more and more fierce and he wanted to retreat, he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
"Pong!"
After holding on for a few more times, there was a loud noise, and Qingfeng's flight was cut to the ground again. When he returned his hand, Li Lifeng had already attacked him, more than half a foot away, and crossed down with his big sword.
The downward slash has the potential to open mountains and break seas!
"Draw your sword to cut off the water!" Li Lifeng's blow filled with spiritual power surged down.
Qingfeng had no time to avoid it and raised his sword to meet him.
"Boom!"
The sword came down very quickly with lightning and flint, hitting the sword body and causing it to tilt to one side.
"Plop!"
After a sound, Qingfeng screamed in pain: "Ah..."
After the sword tilted to one side, Li Lifeng's sword force did not change and struck directly at Qingfeng's shoulder. If he hadn't moved a small step, his entire arm would have ended up here.
In this case, Li Lifeng still made a cut on his arm.
Fragments of the sleeves are flying everywhere, and the bright red color is visible.
Bleeding!
Qingfeng Sisi breathed in, she couldn't believe it, he actually hurt Li Lifeng's hand?!
"This is impossible, impossible..." Qingfeng was in a daze.
Two days ago, Li Lifeng, who was at the third level of Ning Yuan, was under his sword and had no ability to resist at all. He chased him all over the ground! Once upon a time, it became the situation it is today!
It's only been two days, and he has only improved his cultivation by just one level. He is still in the Ning Yuan stage, and Li Lifeng has become so terrifying?
Judging from his smiling face, it didn't look like he was using the blood-devouring skill. Qingfeng became afraid and backed away repeatedly.
"hiss……"
In a daze, Li Lifeng slashed his sword and cut off a large sleeve of his robe, exposing a section of his arm, which felt cold in the wind.
"Go to hell!" Li Lifeng was unforgiving and struck Qingfeng's neck with his sword.
It’s so cool! It’s so cool!
After his strength improved, this was the first time he fought with his enemy vividly. He killed Qingfeng until he was unable to fight back. It was really satisfying.
Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river. Last time Qingfeng killed him and he had no choice but to run away. This time, it was his turn to chase the opponent all over the ground.
He's going to beat Qingfeng's teeth all over the floor!
Of course, he was having a great attack, but he completely ignored Qingfeng and the baboon was fighting to the death, and his strength had long been damaged, so he took advantage.
"Hoo ho!"
The sword light is white, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and it is chilling.
As Qingfeng lowered his head, his scalp felt cold, and a bunch of black silk hair appeared in front of his eyes. It was obvious that even though he had dodged the sword, Li Lifeng had cut off his hair.
He was so frightened that his whole body shivered, his hands and feet were cold in the breeze, and the ghosts of the dead were coming out. Li Lifeng laughed loudly, raised his sword to kill again, and he couldn't help shouting: "Li Lifeng, stop, stop!"
"You told me to stop and I stopped. Wouldn't it be very shameful for me?" Li Lifeng smiled coldly, shouted, and slashed with his sword in a sharp move.
Qingfeng once again raised his sword to meet him, and there was a "bang" sound. His spiritual power could no longer support the force of the blow. He flew out and fell to the ground. He rolled a few times before struggling to get up, which was really embarrassing.
"Li Lifeng, I have something to say!" Qingfeng felt weak all over and knew that her spiritual power could no longer support her. She waved her hands repeatedly to stop Li Lifeng's attack, "We have something to say!"
"Speak nicely?" Li Lifeng chuckled, took a few steps forward, forced Qingfeng to hold his sword temporarily, and almost laughed uncontrollably in his heart.
This scene is so familiar!
Two days ago, he couldn't beat Qingfeng, but he just talked nicely and planned to make a deal. Of course, Li Lifeng, a guy who lives on a dime, never thought of selling his treasures to survive. He just wanted to paralyze Qingfeng.
This time, Qingfeng was also trying to paralyze him?
Li Lifeng did not deny this possibility, but he did not take it seriously either. Today's Qingfeng is much more embarrassed than he was two days ago. His body is empty. Even if he wants to fight, he does not have enough spiritual power to use the Devouring Blood Technique.
Even if he was allowed to take a breath, Li Lifeng was confident enough to kill him on the spot!
Hengjian pointed at Qingfeng, and Li Lifeng laughed and said: "Qingfeng thief, if you have any last words, tell them, so as not to die unjustly!"
Last words?
Qingfeng was so angry that his nose was crooked, but he had to lower his head under the citron.