On the white snow, two figures quickly crossed and collided with each other. The gushing air waves blew away the falling snowflakes, and an ugly scar seemed to appear in the white world.
"With such swordsmanship at such a young age, I cannot let you leave alive!"
After a brief fight with Yang Feng, Meng Xiang's murderous intention became more intense. Such talent in swordsmanship is rare in the world. If Yang Feng escapes today, there will never be a single survivor in the Zoroastrian Cult in the future. This threat must be nipped in the cradle.
"Gun like a dragon!"
Meng Xiang pushed the tail of the gun with his left hand, and the flames instantly covered the gun body. The air was distorted by the scorching heat. The fast and shadowy gun looked like a ferocious dragon.
"Falling snow!"
Yang Feng's figure began to retreat continuously, his light and fluttering figure was like snowflakes falling in the wind. No matter how fast and fierce Meng Xiang's gun was, it was difficult to touch the corner of Yang Feng's clothes. Every time the tip of the gun was about to touch Yang Feng's
In an instant, the broken sword will appear out of thin air and lift the tip of the gun.
Meng Xiang's eyes were cold, and he stepped on the ground suddenly. The heavy force cracked the ground directly, and Meng Xiang's body leaped up and twisted, and appeared on the way Yang Feng retreated. The gun turned into huge fire rings.
Completely seal off Yang Feng's surroundings.
"You can't run away this time!"
The musket struck again, Yang Feng just smiled scornfully, slashed diagonally with the broken sword, and the earth-yellow sword light shot out. Time began to slow down wherever it passed, and those rings of fire disappeared out of thin air.
The moment the sword light touched the gun, Meng Xiang's eyes changed. He could feel an irresistible force coming from the tip of the gun, and the flames that originally covered the gun body were quickly extinguished.
"retreat!"
Meng Xiang, who has experienced hundreds of battles, is not an idiot. How could he resist when he noticed the abnormality of the sword light?
"Actually, you can't run away."
Yang Feng's cold voice sounded behind him, Meng Xiang's pupils shrank, and he blocked the spear in front of his chest with difficulty.
"clang!"
The broken sword and the musket collided, and the sparks were completely extinguished, but Meng Xiang also relied on this moment of panting to jump to the side.
"Clone?"
Meng Xiang frowned and looked at the two Yang Feng in front of him. After a few breaths, the Yang Feng who attacked him gradually faded and disappeared in place.
Yang Feng looked at Meng Xiang with a smile. He was not using a clone. Even if Meng Xiang scratched his head, he would not have thought that this was the effect of the true meaning of time. He had figured it out when he was sparring with the old man and Guaijian.
Shaoxin's swordsmanship, combined with his sword intention, is definitely more powerful than those heaven-level elemental arts, and because they are all sword moves generated by sword intention, the consumption on himself can be said to be minimal.
"Aren't you going to use your gun intention yet?"
Yang Feng looked at Meng Xiang indifferently, the sarcasm in his eyes was obvious.
"you wanna die!"
Meng Xiang's eyes turned red, and invisible anger swept over his mind instantly. A field of dark red flames erupted from his body and enveloped hundreds of meters around him. The snow melted under the high temperature, revealing the hard surface.
"Isn't it the true meaning of fire, the true meaning derived from it?"
Yang Feng murmured to himself that the true meaning of derivatives is derivative after all. Even if it is integrated into the spear technique to form the spear intention, it cannot be compared to the sword intention of destruction and the sword intention of time.
But even so, the scorching high temperature still made Yang Feng feel as if his body was melting. Gray and yellow colors appeared under his feet, and a milky white invisible sword body quickly condensed into shape.
This is the first time Yang Feng has shown his complete sword domain, and the three major sword embryos are undoubtedly revealed.
The overwhelming momentum surges in Meng Xiang's flame field. How can the deterrent power displayed by the three ultimate true meanings be inferior to the derived true meanings?
"What do you really mean?"
Meng Xiang showed a look of astonishment for the first time. He could feel that his field had been completely crushed. He couldn't tell Yang Feng's actual cultivation level, but after fighting for a long time, he could roughly judge that it was almost the same as his own, but the sword
The deterrent power shown by Yu Yu is suffocating. The only possibility is that Yang Feng's true meaning is very strong, far exceeding his own true meaning of fire.
"You won't have a chance to find out."
The exposure of the three major sword intentions means that Yang Feng will never be left alive. Meng Xiang doesn't know the time, destruction and true intentions of his heart. Maybe others will know about it. If the news that he has three true intentions spreads, he will definitely be in trouble.
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As he spoke, the ground began to crack, and a large amount of sword energy flew out from the ground and surrounded Meng Xiang. The terrifying sword pressure was like a big hand falling from the sky, pressing Meng Xiang hard. He could not escape and could only resist the vertical and horizontal sword energy.
"I am invincible under Tongxu!"
Yang Feng let out a soft sigh, and in an instant the sword energy began to gather into a vast sea of swords that directly engulfed Meng Xiang's figure.
"Get away!"
A dark red pillar of fire exploded instantly, and the surrounding sword energy was instantly dispersed by the flames.
"Heart Sword"
As soon as the words fell, an inexplicable force poured into Meng Xiang's body, disrupting Meng Xiang's thoughts. In the blink of an eye, Meng Xiang's eyes turned red, and he roared towards Yang Feng as if possessed by a demon.
Meng Xiang can comprehend the spirit of the gun, and he is already qualified to comprehend the soul of the gun. He has a strong will. Yang Feng has just mastered the sword of the heart and cannot completely cut off Meng Xiang's mind, but it is enough to drive him crazy.
"Certainly!"
The broken sword was pointed directly at Meng Xiang, and the earthy yellow sword light flew out and stabbed Meng Xiang in an instant. Dark red flames covered the spear, and the spear flowers danced one by one. The sword light was melted by the spear flowers in the blink of an eye, but Yang Feng just laughed.
Looking at all this, he didn't seem to care that his method was cracked.
The scorching heat has begun to sting Yang Feng's skin, but Meng Xiang's movements are getting slower and slower. When he is only one shot away, Meng Xiang's movements are already as slow as a turtle, and it takes several breaths to take a single step.
"You are already dead."
Yang Feng chuckled, the hot wind blew by, and two Yang Feng appeared, one stood on the spot, and the other appeared behind Meng Xiang with a broken sword in a slashing posture.
A wisp of blood slid down the broken sword and merged into the hard surface. Meng Xiang, whose figure was almost frozen, had a destructive aura in his abdomen that quickly tore open the wound and penetrated into his body.
"This is impossible!"
The blood in Meng Xiang's eyes faded, his throat rolled and he could barely spit out four words, and he fell straight down.
"Nothing is impossible, you are too weak."
Yang Feng responded coldly. The high temperature around the sword domain dissipated and disappeared. Snowflakes fell from the sky. Meng Xiang stared at the snowflakes in the sky. He didn't understand why he was defeated until his death. He still had many methods.
There is no display.
But compared with his methods, Yang Feng's methods that mastered the three major swordsmanship are even better.
The sword of the heart gave him the greatest blessing. The sword of the heart disrupted Meng Xiang's mind. The crazier he got, the more obvious his flaws became. People who were equally matched relied on calculations to fight. The threat of Meng Xiang who had lost his reason suddenly dropped.
half.
The sword light struck by Yang Feng itself has no lethality, but every time the sword light breaks, it will affect the surrounding time. Dozens of sword lights almost freeze Meng Xiang's own time. As early as the time sword light flies out,
, he had cut out his version of himself from another time period as bait, and he himself was approaching Meng Xiang to gather his destructive sword intent and strike out with a killing sword.
Yang Feng himself knows how to use the clone method, but compared to cutting out the self from another time period, it is really not on the stage. The true meaning of time cuts out the true self, with the same strength, means, and character as him.
It's just that his current strength is too weak and he can only kill himself within ten breaths.
The actual combat power unleashed by the combination of the three major sword intents is terrifying. Even if he comprehends the spear intent, he is basically unable to fight back against Yang Feng.
It's just that this method can only be used in single combat. If the other six Heavenly Transformations are still alive, I will only be tired of dealing with them, and no matter how good the opportunity is, I will miss it.
"Finally, tell me why you must hunt down my mother."
Yang Feng thought for a long time that the Zoroastrian Cult could cross dynasties to hunt down his mother. It must not only be about face, but also have other hidden secrets.
Meng Xiang sneered. He no longer had the ability to resist. The aura of destruction was rapidly destroying his body. Even if he had the true intention to resist, it would be difficult to resolve the aura of destruction. It would only be a matter of time before he turned into a corpse.
"If you don't tell me, I will cut off your head and hang it on the wall of Qingtie Mansion, making you the laughing stock of everyone, and the Zoroastrian Cult will lose its face."
The same threat was equally effective against Meng Xiang. Meng Xiang stared at Yang Feng fiercely, as if a knife was about to tear Yang Feng into pieces.
"This is your last chance."
As he said this, the dagger was already placed on Meng Xiang's neck.
"You won't get that chance!"
Meng Xiang laughed miserably, and the true meaning of fire that resisted the aura of destruction completely gave up resistance. A dark red flame instantly ignited his body. As long as he was burned to ashes, Yang Feng could not use him to humiliate the Zoroastrian Cult.
"ridiculous."
Yang Feng snorted coldly, and swept the broken sword. The sword of time blocked the spread of the flames, and the sharp sword light cut off Meng Xiang's head.
Although they didn't know the truth about the Yang family's destruction from Meng Xiang's mouth, they also recovered the interest. Meng Xiang and the others were just the beginning. Sooner or later, the entire Zoroastrian Cult would be buried with the Yang family!
Snow fell one after another, and soon the place where the battle was fought was covered with snowflakes. There was only a dark red flame that was still burning in the vast white snow...
Early the next morning, seven heads were hung on the city gate of Qingtie Mansion. Everyone who saw it had frightened expressions on their faces. Chen Yang, who came over, had eyes that were three parts dull, three parts shocked and four parts fearful.
Did Yang Feng really kill seven Heavenly Transformers by himself?
How long has it been since Yang Feng's cultivation has reached this level? Thinking that he has been cultivating for more than forty years and is still in the realm of transformation, Chen Yang felt his cheeks getting hot.
But the next moment, Chen Yang's mind was occupied by helpless worries. After the Zoroastrian Cult was killed, it was still hung on the wall of Qingtie Mansion. If this matter spread out, he would definitely take the blame. Yang Feng was happy to take revenge, and he had to give him
