The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit screamed in horror, because he understood Feng Mo's intention in an instant. With Yang Ningfeng's current physical condition, he simply could not withstand such a massive amount of energy in an instant.
Sure enough, Yang Ningfeng's face was immediately filled with pain, and his whole body suddenly swelled up, as if he had turned into an inflated balloon, constantly expanding, and reaching the limit of his endurance at any time.
They may all explode and die.
"Feng Mo, Grandma ***'s ancestor is the twenty-eighth generation!"
It was a rare occasion when Yang Ningfeng and Blood Tiger Sword Spirit had such a tacit understanding that they both cursed at the same time.
"Protect your consciousness with all your heart. Quick, let me control your body."
Now Feng Mo has self-destructed, converting all his soul power into energy, trying to explode Yang Ningfeng's body to achieve the crazy goal of killing everyone. The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit feels that even if Feng Mo's soul consciousness is still a little incomplete, Yang Ningfeng has always been
With his stoic character, even without his protection, Feng Mo can't do anything. The biggest crisis now is that the energy in Yang Ningfeng's body is not something that his current body can bear, so he burst out with swear words, followed by rapid words.
For such a situation and so much energy, Yang Ningfeng certainly knew that he did not have the energy to deal with it. After hearing this, without a second sentence, he withdrew from the control of his body as soon as his consciousness disappeared.
"hey-hey!"
At this moment, Feng Mo's sinister sneer sounded, and then a small but still very powerful soul force for Yang Ningfeng slammed over!
Buzz!
Yang Ningfeng felt a huge shock in her heart, and her blood was boiling! There was a roar in her ears, and a fierce groan came out of her mouth.
"careful!"
Although the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit knew that Feng Mo would not really give up like this, this sudden change still caught him off guard. Feng Mo's soul power suddenly enveloped Yang Ningfeng's soul consciousness, making him scream in surprise.
, and then we must desperately deal with the last soul consciousness of Feng Mo.
"Don't worry about me, get rid of the energy quickly, otherwise, everything will be over if your body explodes! His soul power is very weak now, I can handle it, at least I can hold on until you come to help me."
Just when the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit was about to take action, Yang Ningfeng's body expanded again and blood began to flow from his seven orifices. Yang Ningfeng knew that a body explosion was about to happen, so he roared loudly.
Thinking of Yang Ningfeng's perseverance in practicing hard and breaking through the limits time and time again, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit instantly chose to listen to Yang Ningfeng's words.
"Hold on!"
Without saying a word, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit took control of Yang Ningfeng's body, and then formed a seal with his hands. It was also the Five Qi Returning Path, but he refined the energy many times faster than Yang Ningfeng, but he refined it.
The energy he transformed was just like the energy of the crystal stones he absorbed. It did not belong to Yang Ningfeng, but was refined somewhere.
But no matter where he went, it was a good thing for Yang Ningfeng's body. He suddenly felt the pressure reduce and his body stopped expanding. It's just that the energy was too great and it couldn't be completely refined in a short while. Therefore, the blood
Tiger Sword Spirit could only continue to refine it wholeheartedly. He knew very well that once he stopped, Yang Ningfeng's body would be in danger of exploding again, so he couldn't care about Yang Ningfeng for the time being.
"Hmph, wait until I devour your soul consciousness. In this way, that sword spirit and I are both outsiders in this body, and what he is refining is my energy. After I devour you, this energy will
The energy will be controlled by me immediately, and when the time comes, he will also be no match for me."
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit couldn't help, and Feng Mo's confidence suddenly increased again, and he said in horror.
"If that's the case, do you still need to say it? You just want to scare me, make me lose my mind, and then swallow or kill me easily, it's not that easy!"
But Yang Ningfeng said coldly while guarding her consciousness.
"Hey, I didn't expect you to have some knowledge. Unfortunately, you are too weak. Even if I don't get your body in the end, you won't be able to live."
Feng Mo saw that Yang Ningfeng had seen through it, so he smiled sinisterly, but while constantly attacking his soul, he still did not give up verbal attacks. As long as Yang Ningfeng wavered slightly, he could more easily obliterate or devour Yang Ningfeng's soul consciousness.
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Of course, this is extremely shameful for Feng Mo! Thinking about how powerful he is, now he still needs to use verbal attacks to deal with a soul who is only a sixth-level master, trying to hit the opponent and make the opponent lose his consciousness.
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"Everything you say is useful. Your tricks are of no use to me. You may have been powerful before, but now you are just the end of a strong slave. In my eyes, you are already an ant-like existence. Now you are just
In this world where you are living with your mouth hanging out, when you meet me, you are destined to perish. Your existence is to fulfill mine. Haha, what a wind demon, in my eyes, you are just an ant, you are a vulnerable existence."
Speaking of bickering, Yang Ningfeng, who bickered with the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit every day, was even more fearless. He sarcastically and continuously fought back. At the same time, in his mind, the Tyrant Dragon Fist punched the wind demon shrouding his soul with punch after punch.
"hateful!"
The wind demon wanted to anger Yang Ningfeng, but he was angered by Yang Ningfeng instead. Although he knew that this was not good for him, he couldn't control it, because he was a proud and strong man, and now he was beaten by a person who was still breathing. If it had been back then,
Even a yawn would make the other weak person so sarcastic and sarcastic that he felt as if his self-esteem had been trampled to pieces.
"I will definitely kill you, your body will eventually belong to me!!"
Feng Mo roared angrily, and his attack methods were endless. However, no matter how mysterious and profound his attacks were, Yang Ningfeng was as steady as a rock. He held his Yuan Shouyi and guarded his consciousness. Every time Feng Mo made a crazy attack, he
They were all punched out with the full force of the Tyrannical Fist, and he also found that every time the Tyrant Fist hit Feng Mo's soul power, although he could not smash the opponent away, he felt that his own soul power seemed to have increased.
, the next time the Tyrannosaurus Fist is punched out, the vague power will become slightly more powerful.
"Does the Tyrant Dragon Fist still have the ability to devour soul power?" Yang Ningfeng was moved and felt that he should ask the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit about this after the crisis was over.
Bang bang bang!
Although the continuous attacks were powerful, they were constantly smashed away by Yang Ningfeng with his fists. Every time the Feng Demon's attack was smashed away, and every time it was resolved, Yang Ningfeng felt that his soul power became a little stronger, and while it was rising and falling, the Feng Demon was not.
I feel that my soul power will be reduced a little bit.
"Damn it, really damn it, how could you, a soul with the strength of a master, be able to defend against my attack??"
The wind demon couldn't attack for a long time, and he could feel that the energy he had transformed with his soul power had become less and less as the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit was refined. If he waited for the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit to free up his hands, he would really
The only option is to accept the outcome of failure.
"No, I absolutely can't lose. I can't completely disappear from this world. I will definitely be able to see with my own eyes the day when my master takes revenge... Anyway, rather than being completely wiped out, it's better to be fulfilled..."
Feng Mo once again thought of his master's great hatred, and finally made his final decision.
"My soul is my strength, I sacrifice my body to merge with my soul. You have me, and I have you!"
The wind demon really risked his life! Suddenly, the soul power that enveloped Yang Ningfeng dispersed in an instant. Finally, it condensed into a point, and in an instant, it shot directly towards Yang Ningfeng's eyebrows.
All the soul power was condensed, and in this way, the power was directly doubled. When Yang Ningfeng looked at the bit of soul power that was shot, he punched fiercely, trying to scatter it, but his expression changed drastically in the next second.
The soul power condensed by the wind demon went directly through his fist, and finally, it pierced the center of his eyebrows.
Immediately, Yang Ningfeng felt that Yang Ningfeng was in great pain and was severely injured. His throat suddenly felt sweet and a mouthful of blood spurted out!
Of course, this kind of vomiting blood is not really vomiting blood, but Yang Ningfeng's conscious reaction, but in reality, he was indeed seriously injured and bleeding.
"We coexist!"
When the wind demon successfully entered Yang Ningfeng's eyebrows and entered the core of Yang Ningfeng's consciousness, it did not choose to attack, but dispersed, and then began to quickly merge with Yang Ningfeng's soul power in a strange way.
Boom!
Yang Ningfeng had no way to resist this kind of fusion. He just felt that his soul power suddenly became extremely powerful, and various fragments flashed through his consciousness like lightning, which he had never experienced before.
All these experiences are entirely Feng Mo's experiences.
"I gave up! It turns out that your name is Yang Ningfeng. This is my last request. From now on, you are Yang Ningfeng, but you are also a wind demon. Help the master to avenge...I am free..."
The fusion came to an end in an instant. When Feng Mo's life experiences were all imprinted in Yang Ningfeng's consciousness, Feng Mo spoke. His tone was full of sincerity and at the same time, full of relaxation.
The sound gradually disappeared, and Yang Ningfeng closed his eyes tightly. Suddenly, he felt that he had really turned into a wind demon.
"Boy, are you okay?" Sensing the sudden lack of movement from Yang Ningfeng's side, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit quickly asked.
"I'm fine. He helped me, and now I can control his energy!" Yang Ningfeng sighed softly and said.
"Are you really the host?"
However, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit felt that Yang Ningfeng's tone was a little inappropriate, and did not immediately withdraw from the control of Yang Ningfeng's body, and asked suspiciously.
"Fuck, am I so unbearable in your eyes? Can't even defeat a small wind demon? It hurts my self-esteem too much! Get out of here and reflect on it!" The question of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit immediately aroused
Yang Ningfeng roared angrily.
But listening to his angry roar, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit smiled, let out a light laugh, and then stepped aside.
Because besides Yang Ningfeng, who else can have such a speaking style?