Sensing Yang Feng's approach, the mysterious man forced the sword slave back with a palm of his hand, and uttered a few words between his teeth: "What a waste, even a whole-body realm can't solve it!"
"We will meet again!"
Black fire burned around the mysterious man, and the black fireball expanded rapidly and exploded. The entire sky was covered by black fire. The sword slave escaped directly into another space. The sword shadows around Yang Feng quickly gathered to form a ball and wrapped Yang Feng in it.
"boom!"
With a muffled sound, the heat wave spread towards the surroundings. When Yang Feng and Jian Nu appeared again, the mysterious man had already disappeared.
The sword slave turned around and looked at Yang Feng with no intention of relaxing. At this moment, Yang Feng's eyes were red, and his murderous aura shot straight into the sky. Violent sword shadows were flying around him, and from time to time, sword shadows would fall and penetrate the ground into a huge pit.
.
"Obsessed?"
The corner of Murong Fu's mouth twitched. The talent shown by Yang Feng had made him forget that he had an unstable foundation and became obsessed with it.
The sword slave looked solemn, and a breath as heavy as a mountain burst out from his body. His intuition told him that Yang Feng was more difficult to deal with than the mysterious man of the Soul Worship Cult. Since he mastered the true meaning of the distorted space, although he has not integrated the true meaning into the sword,
He has achieved a higher level of sword intent, but by twisting space to make himself invincible, he hasn't had this frightening feeling for a long time.
"Master, don't come over."
Seeing that Murong Fu wanted to come up to help, the sword slave raised his hand and a heavy sword shadow came down, and the huge pressure suppressed Murong Fu in place.
"die!"
Seeing that the sword slave took the lead, Yang Feng roared, and the sword shadows surrounding him poured out. Yang Feng, who had lost his mind, appeared in front of the sword slave in a flash.
The sword slave's pupils shrank, and he took a step back and retreated into another space, but the next moment the earthy sword light passed in front of him, and the cold feeling made the sword slave shiver.
The clothes in front of him were torn diagonally, revealing the purple armor inside. The yellow and gray mist covered the armor and quickly eroded the luster of the armor.
Now the sword slave knows why Yang Feng gives him a frightening feeling. Even if he hides in another space, he will be attacked by Yang Feng. Although he doesn't know the reason, it is undoubtedly fatal to him.
"roar!"
Yang Feng roared and waved the broken sword in his hand. The intertwined sword light of two colors kept slashing the sword slave. However, this time, even if the sword slave was hit by the broken sword, it was just a shadow. The sword slave hiding in another space appeared to be
Very safe.
"Was it just a coincidence? And how did he suddenly appear in front of me?"
Two question marks rose in Jian Slave's mind. If he didn't find the reasons for these two points, he would have no confidence in capturing Yang Feng alive.
"Be honest!"
The sword slave looked at Yang Fengfeng walking, with the shadows of swords constantly superimposing behind him, and his face changed slightly. He smacked the giant sword in his hand, and the huge force pushed Yang Feng to the ground. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break away from the giant sword.
pressure.
This sword contains the power of space, and it weighs a mountain of weight on Yang Feng.
"If he can't think of a way, even if I don't take action, his Dantian will collapse, and his cultivation will be completely dissipated, or his energy will be exhausted, and his physical body will decay and die."
"elder brother!"
Suddenly a clear cry came, and Yang Yuling woke up at some point. When she saw Yang Feng who looked like a madman, tears welled up from her eyes, and she ran towards Yang Feng staggeringly.
"Don't go there!"
Murong Fu roared, and the sword slave was not idle either. With a flick of his fingertips, an invisible space wall formed in front of Yang Yuling.
"Let me pass! That's my brother!"
Yang Yuling looked at Murong Fu and roared hoarsely.
Murong Fu sighed. The possessed Yang Feng would not recognize other people at all. If Yang Yuling passed by, the manic sword energy would split Yang Yuling into dust in an instant.
"roar!"
As if being stimulated by Yang Yuling's voice, the possessed Yang Feng raised his hand and thrust out his sword, and a gray sword stabbed Yang Yuling with a whoosh.
"careful!"
"clang!"
The bell rang, and the huge sound spread throughout the Qingtie Mansion. Everyone's ears were hurt by the ringing of the bell. Some people wanted to get close to Yang Xiao's mansion to see what happened, but Yang Feng and Jian Slave emitted
The smell makes people dare not come near this place.
After the bell sounded, Murong Fu flew up with Yang Yuling in his arms. The bronze bell shadow revealed a huge hole in front of the two of them, but fortunately, the sword shadow was also annihilated.
"Ahem, this is my magic weapon for self-protection."
Looking at the hole in the bronze bell shadow, Murong Fu burst into tears because of the pain in his body, but the next moment his plump face showed a strange flush, and a mouthful of blood mixed with minced meat spattered out.
The bronze bell shadow was a magic weapon given to him by his family to protect him. He had hidden it in his body since he was a child. A hole was punched through the bell shadow, and Murong Fu naturally had a hard time.
"Brother! Wake up quickly!"
Seeing Murong Fu lying limply on the ground, Yang Yuling cried even harder, and a heartbreaking scream bloomed a little light in Yang Feng's dark heart.
The sword slave in mid-air saw Murong Fu being injured, and murderous intent appeared on his face. He admired Yang Feng's talent, and Murong Fu kept opening the back door to Yang Feng, so he kept his hand at everything. But now Yang Feng has endangered Murong Fu.
Then this danger must be eliminated.
"Oh, what a pity."
The sword slave raised the sword with one hand. Although he couldn't see it, Yang Yuling could feel the majesty like the wrath of heaven and earth emanating from the sword slave.
"Brother, run quickly!"
Yang Yuling's voice sounded again in Yang Feng's chaotic consciousness, like a clear stream echoing through Yang Feng's heart filled with murderous intent and violence.
"Brother, you promised to take me out to play!"
"Brother, you lied to me again!"
"Brother, dad said I hindered your practice. Isn't the rain bell useless?"
…
A large number of memory fragments belonging to himself and Yang Yuling poured out, and the violent murderous intention in his heart began to be quickly calmed down, and Yang Feng also began to regain his sanity.
"Brother, run quickly!"
As Yang Yuling's voice sounded, Yang Feng's eyes trembled, the scarlet color faded, and reason regained control of his body.
Sensing the suppressed space on his body and the sword slave above his head who was accumulating a slash, Yang Feng raised his hand and slammed the ground. Countless sword energy exploded under him, and then the earth-yellow sword shadow enveloped his whole body. Time is here
After being stagnated for a moment, when the sword slave came back to his senses, Yang Feng had already escaped from the suppressing space.
"That's enough, I've woken up!"
Seeing that Yang Feng's eyes were as usual and his breath was fading rapidly, the sword slave's eyes changed and he slowly lowered the raised giant sword.
"Brother, you're okay!"
Yang Yuling felt the frightening aura around Yang Feng dissipate, and she threw herself into Yang Feng's arms with sparkling tears.
"Little girl, it's my fault that I scared you."
Yang Feng rubbed Yang Yuling's hair while looking around and smiling bitterly.
He actually went crazy. It seemed like he needed to check his body carefully when he went back. However, at first glance, he had already noticed the changes in the sword body. There was a little man representing the sword soul sitting on it.
"Your Majesty, I am also seriously injured, why don't you comfort me too."
Murong Fu's moans sounded, and Yang Feng noticed that Murong Fu was so limp on the ground.
"You are the big shopkeeper of Jubaofang. It is degrading to lie down like this."
"It's okay. As long as the prince is willing to give me a heaven-level elemental technique or the whereabouts of a desolate-level magic weapon, I think it's worth it for me to lie here for three to five or seven days."
Looking at Murong Fu who was still talkative, Yang Feng smiled and said nothing more. Compared with Murong Fu, Zhou Zheng, who was lying over there and his breath was getting weaker and weaker, was in a worse condition.
First, the field was detonated by Dong Laishan, and then they were both killed by another move. Although it was not successful, it only saved a life for a short time. If it continued, it would almost kill them.
"Big shopkeeper, you'd better take a look at Mr. Third's condition first. If he dies under your crossbow, I will definitely not look good on you."
As he spoke, Yang Feng helped up the limp Murong Fu. When he mentioned Zhou Zheng, Murong Fu's face turned pale and he shouted to the sword slave: "Take Zhou Zheng back quickly and save his life no matter what. If he dies, Master
They will definitely blackmail me!"
The sword slave glanced at Yang Feng, then raised one hand and half-dead Zhou Zheng disappeared.
"Brother, let's go home."
Leaning on Yang Feng's back, Yang Yuling said in a slightly weak voice.
Just as Yang Feng nodded, his expression suddenly changed. He touched Yang Yuling's wrist with one hand, and a biting chill passed down Yang Yuling's small hand into Yang Feng's body.
"Big shopkeeper, is there some pure yang elixir in Jubaofang?"
Being shaken violently by Yang Feng, Murong Fu felt that he was about to fall apart. He smiled bitterly and said: "Your Majesty, please be gentle. I am also a wounded person after all. I remember that there are two Yanlong Pills in Qingtie Mansion Jubaofang, which are for Zhao Lingjun.
Prepared for the impact of the Heaven Transformation."
"Great, please lend me these two elixirs, the shopkeeper. I'm willing to exchange them for a top-grade Xuan-level elemental technique!"
Murong Fu's eyes changed slightly and he asked with confusion: "What do you want the Pure Yang Pill for?"
Yang Feng's anxious and solemn expression gave Murong Fu an ominous premonition.
"Ling'er is poisoned!"
At this time, Murong Fu discovered that Yang Yuling had passed out leaning on Yang Feng's shoulder. There was an extremely cold air in her breathing, and the clothes on Yang Feng's shoulders had turned into ice slag.
"Take me back!"
Murong Fu also knew that something was not good, and tightly grabbed Yang Feng's clothes with one hand.
After a while, Yang Feng, Yang Yuling and Murong Fu rushed to Jubaofang.
As soon as he walked into the door, Murong Fu ignored his injuries and pointed at the waiter and shouted: "Hurry up and get the two Flame Dragon Pills!"
"yes."
The waiter quickly walked into the back hall with a serious look on his face. Just now the sword slave brought back the half-dead Mr. 3 of the academy, and now the boss of his shop came back with wounds all over and an anxious look on his face. Something big must have happened.
Soon, two pills with red flying dragons were taken out from the pill box, and the temperature in the whole room increased more than ten times in an instant.
"Give me a quiet room."
"Turn left to the second room in the backyard."
Yang Feng nodded, picked up Yang Yuling and transformed into Qingfeng and ran into the backyard.
"Big shopkeeper, the third gentleman brought back by Lord Jiannu just now is in the first room on the left. Lord Jiannu took away a soul-reviving pill, three withered pills, and a pound of wood essence liquid."
Murong Fu's mouth twitched as he listened to the clerk's calculations. He was probably going to lose a lot of money this time!