Yun Feiyang now feels that the true energy in his Dantian has been consumed to some extent, especially since "So Close to the End" consumes half of the true energy every time it is used. Although the power of the Purple Flame Palm is powerful, it also consumes a lot of money.
"Haha, what other methods do you have!" the young killer shouted coldly, his figure rising into the sky, and the long sword in his hand turned into an arc of light that intertwined in the air and enveloped the two figures.
"Yunfeng, retreat!" Yun Feiyang suddenly slapped Yunfeng's body, and a gentle burst of Qi surged out, pushing Yunfeng's body ten meters away.
"Brother!" Yunfeng roared, and the jade pen in his hand pointed out several times in the void, and a stream of cold light shot out to offset the aftermath of the sword energy that hit him.
Yun Feiyang's body suddenly rose into the sky. His right hand was as crystal clear as purple jade, exuding a terrifying aura. He shot it dozens of times in the air, and palm prints floated towards the young killer's sword net like fallen leaves.
"Bump, bump, bump..." Dozens of loud noises rang out, and Yun Feiyang's body was pushed back. He fell to the ground and continued to retreat. A mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and there were blood marks on his chest and thighs.
Appear.
"Haha, go to hell, kid!" The young man's figure suddenly appeared around Yun Feiyang like a dream. He slashed out with a sword, and struck Yun Feiyang's head with a shocking sword light.
"Brother!" Yunfeng screamed miserably, and the figure flew over.
Yun Feiyang's Lian Fool suddenly showed a faint and weird smile. As if he was playing a trick, a golden lotus as big as a fist appeared out of thin air in his hand and slammed into the sword light.
"I don't know whether to live or die!" the young man said indifferently, but what happened next shocked him completely.
There was only a "clang" sound, and when the sword light hit the golden lotus, it instantly scattered and disappeared, and there was a mysterious force in the golden lotus that hit him.
Perhaps it was the killer's natural vigilance. The young killer suddenly felt bad and wanted to get away, but Yun Feiyang's faint voice came in his mind: "The master of the fourth heaven is destined to perish today!"
At the same time, a purple palm hit the young killer's eyes hard, "Ah!" A scream came from the young man's mouth.
Blood gurgled out of the young man's eyes, and the sting penetrated deep into his soul. The figure trembled and took a few steps back. The long sword in his hand fell to the ground. At this moment, a white light struck the young man's lower body hard.
"Ah!" The young killer howled in pain like a wounded wild wolf.
"As a killer in the world, I don't know how many innocent lives have died in your hands. Although your end today is tragic, it has already been doomed. Heaven is fair, and destiny has its own fate!" Yun Feiyang said calmly, holding the young killer's hand.
Taking the long sword into his hand, he moved his wrist and slashed an arc of light towards the young killer's neck.
"Chi!" A stream of blood flowed out, and the young killer fell to the ground, completely dead.
"Brother! You are so awesome!" Yun Feng hugged Yun Feiyang and said, "You actually killed a master from the fourth level!"
"Hey! Let go of that brat!" Yun Feiyang was hugged tightly by Yun Feng, and his wound was suddenly affected, causing blood to flow out. He pushed Yun Feng over.
"Brother, this kid is too arrogant, but the "human world" will be furious if a fourth-level killer is lost, and more powerful killers will be sent from below. You have to be careful." Yunfeng said worriedly.
"It doesn't matter, it's hard for the masters of the fourth level to kill me. I have a golden lotus!" Yun Feiyang shook the golden lotus in his hand proudly. He only knew that the golden lotus was extremely hard, but he didn't expect that he could still make a little sound on his own.
attack.
"Brother, let me take a look." Yunfeng was also amazed at the power of this golden lotus. The full blow of the fourth-level master actually left no trace on it.
Yunfeng held the golden lotus in his hand and did not feel any energy fluctuations. He thought for a moment silently and said, "Brother, this may be a magic weapon!"
"Magical weapon? What is it? Is it something that Taoist priests often use in their spiritual life?" Yun Feiyang heard the word "magical weapon" sound familiar.
"I don't know very well. I only know that the so-called magical weapons we usually use are actually just ordinary objects. The magic weapons that can really be used by monks are made of extremely tough materials and cannot be found in the secular world.
Human technology is also difficult to produce, and refining magic weapons requires at least a fifth-level peak cultivation level to refine them," Yunfeng explained.