"I call you arrogant, and soon I will make your life worse than death!" Yi Feng retorted in his heart, still pretending to run away in panic, and at the same time, his speed continued to slow down, as if he could no longer hold on.
When the mid-stage Nascent Soul monk approached a hundred meters behind him, Yi Feng suddenly stopped, and a red light suddenly flew out from his body. After that, Yi Feng did not look at the red light, but he danced the Heaven-Destroying Sword in the air, lightly
The ethereal floating swordsmanship rises up.
The Nascent Soul stage monk saw the red light flying towards him, and with his knowledge, he could naturally tell that it was of extraordinary quality, and he quickly stopped.
The blood spirit mirror flew and swelled, and in an instant it was already one foot in diameter. The sky was filled with blood and light, and the extremely rich demonic energy was overwhelming. The fierce winds swept away the disgusting fishy smell.
The smell instantly overwhelmed the monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
"Magic treasure!!! How can there be a magic treasure? Isn't this kid a disciple of the Sword Sect?" The heart of the mid-Yuan Ying stage stirred up a storm. For a long time, there has been such a common sense in the world of cultivation: those who can condense the sword heart as if it is substance
He must be a member of the Sword Sect, and everyone in the Sword Sect regards the demonic monks as their enemies. They almost start fighting upon meeting them, and they will never use magic weapons.
But this common sense was overturned today. He had no idea that Yi Feng was a disciple of the Sword Sect, but a bohemian cultivator who came from time to time.
The demonic energy surged and the bloody light shone. After all, the monk in the middle stage of Yuanying had been practicing Taoism for many years. After a brief absence, he quickly came back to his senses and quickly affixed a Golden Sun Talisman on himself to dispel the crazy incoming demonic energy. If he was struck by the demonic energy,
If it enters the body, it is very likely to contaminate one's own Nascent Soul, and may lead to obsession.
However, the power of the Blood Spirit Mirror is far more than that simple. When the demonic energy cannot invade, it shoots out streaks of red spiritual light driven by Yi Feng's thoughts, like a rain of swords from the sky, towards the mid-stage Nascent Soul monk who is wrapped in a ball of golden light.
A monk in the middle stage of Yuanying is not an easy person to deal with. He has already practiced the Minghuo Sect's Spiritual Fire Technique to the third level, and can release the true fire of Yuanying Samadhi, and this true fire filled with awe-inspiring righteousness is
The nemesis of the demon spirit. He shouted loudly, recited a few spells at high speed, and poured all the fire spiritual power into his flying sword, and then made it attack the Blood Spirit Mirror brazenly.
The Blood Spirit Mirror is a magic treasure, but Yi Feng's true energy is not magic energy, so it cannot exert its strongest power at all. Furthermore, Yi Feng's current skill is weak, and he does not expect the Blood Spirit Mirror to be able to capture the Nascent Soul.
Intermediate monk.
When the flying sword of the monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul repels the Blood Spirit Mirror with fiery red light, he was greeted by Yi Feng's prepared sword attack.
The blood redness in front of his eyes disappeared, but the monk in the middle stage of Yuanying felt the extremely rich spiritual power of heaven and earth, while the opponent's long sword was dazzling. Before he could figure out the situation, the spiritual power of heaven and earth around him suddenly condensed into a bunch,
It actually pushed the opponent's long sword to attack quickly.
The monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul was shocked and turned pale. He quickly threw out his flying sword to stop him, and at the same time he fought hard to retreat. However, everything had been planned. As soon as he was distracted, he felt a sharp pain. It turned out to be his own destiny.
The flying sword that had been flying for many years was actually shattered by the opponent.
He didn't have time to see the situation of his flying sword. He knew the enemy's way and could only secretly regret his carelessness while quickly turning around.
With the blessing of the spiritual power of heaven and earth, the speed of the Heaven-Destroying Sword fused with the heart of the sword was too fast. As soon as the monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul took a few steps, the Heaven-Destroying Sword penetrated his chest, and a mini pink figure appeared on the spot.
Then it turned into a streak of blood and disappeared.
Yi Feng knew that it was the monk's Nascent Soul, and he must have used some taboo method to escape.
