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- The wind blade is a tangible half-moon-shaped air blade formed by activating the wind element. It rotates internally at high speed and contains extremely powerful tearing power. A fist-sized wind blade is enough to completely tear a warrior below the holy level into pieces. .
And there are a thousand wind blades in the sky.
Thousands of wind blades flew in different directions and shot towards Ye Feng rapidly. Their respective trajectories seemed to form a big net in the air, completely covering Ye Feng.
A smile appeared on Ye Feng's lips.
"break!"
With a scornful shout, Ye Feng thrust his right fist upward.
The surging water elements quickly gathered on the fist surface, a blue halo suddenly rose, and wherever it passed, the wind blade immediately dissipated invisible.
The wind was light and the clouds were light, as if nothing had happened.
With nowhere to borrow strength in the air, Meng Dinggong fell down and hit the ground heavily.
Immediately, he held up one hand and quickly slid back several hundred feet, widening the distance between him and Ye Feng.
With his right hand on the ground, his upper body was prostrate, and he looked up at Ye Feng, who was standing still. Meng Dinggong's face was bloodless, and his eyes were ashen.
Because, from beginning to end, Ye Feng did not move at all.
His right arm hung weakly, his eyes fixed on Ye Feng, and while he was gathering strength, he said fiercely: "Who are you?"
"I won't tell you, I want you to die in silence." Ye Feng repeated the same words with a smile on his face.
After saying that, Ye Feng slowly took a step forward.
It was only a small step, but it made Duke Meng Ding tremble in shock.
At this moment, Meng Dinggong was tense and extremely nervous.
He cannot speculate on his own destiny, because his destiny is no longer in his hands.
Ye Feng slowly took the second step.
Meng Dinggong suddenly moved.
Rather than making a futile attack, he chose to escape.
The ultimate speed of a late-stage Saint-level warrior is four thousand feet per breath. Even though he was seriously injured, Meng Dinggong could still breathe at a speed of three thousand five hundred feet.
After two breaths, he turned around and looked again, and his heart suddenly sank.
??Despair.
Because Ye Feng is within a hundred feet behind him.
And Ye Feng had another long sword in his hand.
The long sword was entirely golden, and the sword's glow was five feet long. The entire body was shining with golden light, shining brightly under the scorching sun.
Meng Dinggong recognized it at a glance. This long sword was a golden fairy treasure.
In just a few rounds, Ye Feng's three-series fairy treasures of wind, thunder, and gold released a weird blue halo. Meng Dinggong was so frightened that one of his souls left his body, and the other two souls ascended to heaven. He was frightened, but he also had a question: Who is this incredibly powerful young man?
Go to death with doubts, you are not willing to die!
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? was in a state of anxiety, Meng Dinggong's speed unexpectedly broke through to a breath of four thousand and a hundred feet in an instant.
However, he still failed to get rid of Ye Feng.
On the contrary, the distance of one hundred feet has been shortened to eighty feet.
Ye Feng¡¯s expression was calm, as unhurried as a cat teasing a mouse.
Seeing that the distance was getting shorter and shorter, Meng Dinggong was extremely frightened.
Death is not scary, what is scary is the fear of facing death.
At this moment, Meng Dinggong is like a crazy trapped beast. No matter how hard he struggles, he can't break free from the invisible cage.
gradually¡¡
Seventy feet.
Sixty feet.
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Ten feet.
Three feet.
Take action!
The five-foot-long golden blade stood up high, shook slightly, and struck down with a sharp sound that cut through the air.
Meng Dinggong turned his head suddenly, his eyes filled with golden light.
Whoosh!
The golden light brought up a dazzling golden light. In the golden light, an arm was raised high, and blood spurted out. In the bright sunlight, drops of bright red light refracted, as breathtaking as rubies.
"ah¡ª¡ª"
A shrill scream suddenly cut through the sky.
A figure fell down.
This person is none other than Duke Meng Ding.
His remaining left arm was cut off in a row, and blood spurted out like a fountain. As his body fell, the blood drew a bright red trajectory in the air, and the scattered blood droplets evaporated and rose, like colorful clouds, beautiful Gorgeous.
Bang!
Meng Dinggong fell heavily to the ground, arched his body in pain, his arms were useless,?The so-called pain impacted every nerve in his body, making him miserable.
Ye Feng fell in front of Meng Dinggong and looked at him expressionlessly.
Meng Dinggong raised his head, his face was extremely ferocious, and he roared: "Why did you destroy my Sword Temple? Why?"
Ye Feng didn¡¯t answer and stepped hard on his waist with his right foot.
Click!
The huge force penetrated, and Duke Meng Ding's spine was broken.
Meng Dinggong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision went dark, and he almost fainted.
With his arms completely destroyed and his legs losing contact with his body, Meng Dinggong was now a useless person.
Ye Feng squatted down, raised the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "Meng Dinggong, do you think Shen Xian has the ability to cure you?"
Meng Dinggong collapsed on the ground, his face was ashen, and he said feebly: "You are the Thirteenth Guards of XianyunahemKong Yun, heyou"
The fighting power of the Thirteen Xianyun Guards should be similar to that of the Bloody Skeletons. Meng Dinggong still does not believe that he was defeated by the Thirteen Xianyun Guards.
And, there is no power to resist.
Ye Feng smiled slightly but remained silent.
"The Thirteen Xianyun Guardscan't be so strong, youwho are you?"
"Please, tell me, youwho are you?"
Ye Feng has always been as plain as water, and Meng Dinggong, who was often on the verge of death, fell into despair, anger and madness at the last moment when he entered the Palace of Hell.
The angrier and crazier you are, the faster your life will pass.
After roaring half a stick of incense in vain, his vision went dark and he finally passed out.
Ye Feng pointed his index finger on his head and released weak ice power.
The coolness made Meng Dinggong wake up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Ye Feng's cold eyes.
With a tremor in his heart, Meng Dinggong struggled desperately.
Having lost both legs and arms, the so-called struggle is just squirming.
Ye Feng looked coldly at the death struggle of a strong man.
At this time, Ye Feng's heart was cold.
Treat friends and brothers more kindly than Bodhisattvas.
Treat the enemy more cruelly and ruthlessly than a jackal.
Meng Dinggong struggled in vain, so he could only curse loudly and show off his quick words for a while.
Suddenly, all kinds of dirty words popped out one after another.
"X your mother."
"I am the eighteenth generation of your ancestors."
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The weak speak, the strong take action!
brush!
With a golden light, Meng Dinggong¡¯s head was thrown high, and with a bloody arc, it fell several feet away.
The scolding stopped suddenly, Ye Feng flashed and grabbed his head in his hands.
? **The second person among the skeletons died.
Ye Feng covered his head with lime, found some tough cloth, and wrapped it tightly.
One day, this head will be laid as a memorial in front of the graves of Zixin¡¯s father and uncle.
At this moment, there is no one in the Sword Temple. The strongest sect in the past in the west was completely destroyed in one day.
Ye Feng set a fire, carried the treated head with a long and tough stick, and walked down the mountain.
Behind the scene, thick black smoke rises like a black pillar. Everyone within hundreds of miles can see this spectacular scene. In a few days, the news of the destruction of the Sword Temple will spread throughout the world. Canghong West.
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On Black Rock Mountain, Shen Xian was furious.
Since the order to attack on all fronts was issued, in just ten days, six of the Japanese skeletons have lost contact with him.
He is throwing things.
Crackling, dinging, dinging.
In the round black hall, there were smashed tea cups and wine cups everywhere. A beautiful woman with tears on her face was cowering in the corner, shivering.
"X your mother!" Shen Xian yelled, grabbed a teacup, and threw it at the woman head-on.
The woman suddenly became ashen-faced, but she did not dare to escape at all.
Snapped!
¡°I don¡¯t know whether it was because I lost my sight or if I did it deliberately, the tea cup hit the wall three feet away from the woman, and turned into powder with a bang, making the woman tremble violently.
In the woman's huge fear, Shen Xian got great pleasure.
He groaned, calmed down slightly, and sat into the big chair as dark as ink.
Today is the day when the big skeletons gather here once a month.son.
Not long after, the first big skeleton entered the hall and stood silently on a round platform.
After another half of the incense time, seven more people entered the hall and returned to their seats.
Shen Xian has been sitting in the dark, no one can see his appearance and expression.
He was waiting quietly, waiting for the arrival of the next big skeleton.
But he waited for an hour, and the ninth big skeleton did not appear.
This means that nine of the skeletons have been killed.
Click!
Shen Xian crushed another tea cup.
He had to admit that he made a mistake.
In order to make a quick decision, he decided to have his seventeen most powerful bloody skeletons appear in front of people and engage in a powerful collision with the Thirteen Xianyun Guards.
He believes that he will usher in an overwhelming victory.
This is his territory, and in terms of numbers, the Bloody Skeleton has an absolute advantage.
No matter how you look at it, there is no reason for the Bloody Skeleton to lose.
But the reality is that the bloody skeleton lost.
As of today, nine people have been killed, and only eight are left.
A few days ago, when the news came that the Sword Temple was destroyed, Shen Xian already felt something was wrong. Today, he was finally completely sure that the opponent was definitely more than just the Thirteenth Guards of Xianyun.
The identity of the other party has become a mystery.
Shen Xian was angry, but he could only smash things.
That¡¯s why there are porcelain fragments in this hall.
After the eight skeletons entered the hall, they remained silent - the woman was still huddled in the corner and sobbing. Even a fool could see what was going on here.
In fact, the skeletons also don¡¯t know what their master Shen Xian looks like, whether he is handsome or ugly, tall or short. The throne in the hall has always been shrouded in darkness, and Shen Xian has never shown his true face.
Only a few decades ago, a self-portrait flew down from Shen Xian's throne. It was a ferocious man with a scar on his face. Since then, this portrait has become a symbol of Shen Xian. Every household in the west and south of Canghong must post this portrait and worship it day and night. If you are against it, you will be killed. Over the past decades, countless villages and provinces have been destroyed because of that mere portrait. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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