Even today's Ye Cheng, when facing the Xuan-level puppet, still feels a chill. An invulnerable monster is far more powerful than a flesh-and-blood master.
Ye Cheng didn't realize it first, and because of his carelessness, someone took advantage of him and set up a situation like today's situation. It was an extremely disadvantageous trouble for him.
Feng Jue's intention is obvious. As long as he is given the Demon Subduing Sword, today's killing situation will naturally be defeated. Obviously, he has no intention of killing him all. But if Ye Cheng doesn't understand, then he will definitely face the situation in front of him.
Among the dozens of people's thunderous attacks, the more dangerous one was the Xuan-level puppet.
Ye Cheng said softly: "It seems that Feng Jue has spent a lot of money to find me. You can only find my traces, and you also set up such a trap here. It's really puzzling to me. Could it be that you
Have you also learned the skill of predicting the future?"
Feng Jue smiled coldly and arrogantly, walked to Ye Cheng's seat, sat down, and said in a cold voice: "You don't need to do this, you just need to take out the Demon-Suppressing Sword, and I, Feng Jue, will never touch a hair of yours."
, what happened last time in the Brotherhood was my master’s wish, otherwise I wouldn’t be so rude, please help me, Brother Shouwang!”
There were nearly fifty people upstairs and downstairs, and who knew how many people were outside the building. Ye Cheng would naturally not believe that the aloof and arrogant Feng Jue would be so kind to reconcile with him. This situation was not a good discussion at all.
, and the monster behind him kept staring at him, and the feeling of being treated as prey was very uncomfortable.
Feng Jue felt his hesitation, so he poured himself a glass of wine, put it to his mouth, took a sip, and sighed: "Wine is good wine, but you have to drink it happily. This time I brought two hundred
The ten thousand taels of silver can be considered as money for future drinks for Brother Shouwang!"
As he spoke, a thick stack of banknotes was placed on the table.
Feng Jue's strength is already good, and there are Xuan-level puppets staring at him, and dozens of masters are surrounding him. Even Ye Cheng has to weigh it in his heart, if he can escape thousands of miles, that's all.
If he failed, he would definitely have to face a heavy blow. Something big was about to happen in Bashu, so he couldn't get hurt these days.
Ye Cheng remained silent, making Feng Jue feel a little neglected. He gently put down the wine glass in his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Shouwang has been famous in the world for some time. He has always been known as undefeated. If he is ruined here today,
Wouldn’t it be nice to lose one’s life? Moreover, I, Feng Jue, have established the Feng Sect. If Brother Shouwang joins, I will definitely serve as the deputy sect leader, what do you think?”
Ye Cheng let out a long sigh and said softly: "If you, Feng Jue, could be like this and let go of your status, I might have given the Demon-Suppressing Sword to you!"
Feng Jue's eyes twitched and he said with a smile: "Oh? It seems that Feng was wrong at the beginning. Is there any chance to retrieve the Demon-Suppressing Sword today?"
"I'm afraid not!"
Ye Cheng put down his wine glass, placed his right hand naturally on the table, and looked at Feng Jue with a smile on his face, as if he had not rejected him.
"What?" A cold light flashed in Feng Jue's eyes. As his murderous aura increased, the red light emitted from the black robe of the puppet that stayed behind him became more and more terrifying, like an abyss.
The beast in the world has an unquenchable thirst for bloodshed.
Feng Jue's murderous intention grew from the bottom of his heart. With his arrogance, he had put down his face this time and sat here talking to Ye Cheng. This was also the intention of his master Yu Jizi. After all, he failed to use force last time.
If you don't behave kindly, I'm afraid there really won't be any way to get the Demon-Suppressing Sword back.
The cold and murderous murderous aura was like the ice and snow of the twelfth lunar month, blowing on Ye Cheng's cheeks, seeming to freeze his body. This space of ten feet seemed to have been isolated from the world and filled with the desire to kill.
Ye Cheng smiled indifferently, and the zhenqi in his body surged. The scorching unicorn fire quickly spread through the meridians of his body, and the steaming heat quickly burned his wet clothes and hair.
The air was suddenly filled with water mist, and it instantly covered the small corner where they were staying. Although it was not so big that they couldn't see their fingers, it still greatly affected their line of sight.
This level of influence is at most useful to those on the periphery. For a master of Feng Jue's level, he can find his opponent's hiding place even if he closes his eyes. It does not rely on his eyes, but on his
Recognition of breath, own intuition.
Feng Jue said in a cold voice: "Brother Shouwang, is this all you want to rely on? I said that you must give an answer here today, otherwise you will never take a step forward!"
Suddenly, the mist all over the sky dissipated, and Ye Cheng sat dry and dry, as if nothing had happened. However, his clothes and wet hair had returned to dryness, and his face was naturally his ghost face.
The weird yet exquisite ghost face and its evil feeling make it almost difficult to look away.
Ye Cheng smiled lightly and said: "I can't give you anything anymore. It seems that I can't escape today. Brother Feng Jue can take action!"
"Choke!"
A long sword radiating with cold light suddenly appeared in Feng Jue's hand. The condensed sword energy wrapped around the sword body and directly cut through the solid thick wooden table. It immediately split into three and attacked Ye Cheng.
of vital parts.
The Xuan-level puppet behind Feng Jue let out a loud roar, which exploded in everyone's ears like thunder. He exerted great force on his feet, leaving broken stone slabs on the ground. His body had moved behind Ye Cheng, above his fists.
Carrying boundless pressure, it blasted straight towards the defenseless Ye Cheng.
Ye Cheng, who was as steady as a mountain, felt his heart tremble. Although the sword in front of Feng Jue had the form and spirit, the sword energy was condensed, and the angle and timing were quite perfect. It was not gorgeous or gorgeous, but it still had a simple and easy taste.
It has quite a master-level charm.
Considering that the Maoshan sect could produce such a good swordsman like Feng Jue, it was considered quite outstanding. Unfortunately, this sword did not pose much of a threat in Ye Cheng's eyes. What really frightened him was the punch in the back.
Ye Cheng had never seen the power of a Xuan-level puppet. Back when he was still a second-rate master, he had already seen the terror of a golden-armored puppet. This Xuan-level puppet was an even more terrifying existence.
The thick and swift fist force came through the air, and Ye Cheng immediately felt as if a whole iron plate was hitting his entire back. The strong punch force made him feel quite depressed, and it was almost difficult for him to maintain his current sitting posture.
This ten-foot space is as solid as the air, making it difficult for the people inside to move at all.
In shock, Ye Cheng did not expect that this Xuan-level puppet had such strong strength. Although it was just a simple punch, it was more powerful than any exquisite moves.
Ye Cheng reached forward with his left palm, and an inexplicable suction force was immediately revealed, as if it was going to swallow up all the sword energy that came towards him. Feng Jue, who had a proud look on his face, suddenly lost his smile.
Just when Feng Jue restrained his sword power, another tyrannical force rushed out and rolled along his sword body.
Only now did Feng Jue realize that Ye Cheng's strength was definitely higher than his, and the gap was not small. Just the force of inhaling and exhaling had already made him panic and had to retreat. If it was a one-on-one situation,
He has lost the initiative, and whether he can reverse it is still unknown.
With one palm to force Feng Jue back, Ye Cheng didn't look happy at all. With his extended right palm, he could only feel the force of the fist coming at him like a wall, finding no flaws at all.
Seeing that the punch had come, the stool Ye Cheng was sitting on shattered into pieces with a crash and shot out in all directions, blocking the people who were already drawing knives and attacking.
He twisted his whole body, pulled his palms down, barely released some of the strength, and then clenched his fists to meet the attack.
When the fists penetrated the Xuan-level puppet's fist power, they made a "pop-pop-pop" sound, as if they had penetrated several layers of invisible membranes, and even invisible circles swayed in the air.
of ripples.
In the realm of true self, all Ye Cheng can see is a group of puppets surrounded by black energy, and under that group of black energy, wrapped is a restless, bloodthirsty, extremely suppressed
The power is difficult for him to release himself.
"What kind of thing is this? It can be so powerful. It is indeed the way of the evil sect!"
Ye Cheng, who wanted to test the puppet's strength, imprinted the puppet's fists without any fancy, and immediately felt an irresistible force sweeping up along his arms.
Fierce and domineering, this was how Ye Cheng felt, as if his fists had hit an iron plate, and it even gave him a sharp pain.
At the first touch, Ye Cheng knew that this puppet was terrifying and absolutely invincible, not to mention that there were a group of people around him watching eagerly.
The spiral energy roared and spun quickly, immediately defeating part of the fist force. At the same time, it used this force to fly into the air, and was immediately ready to break away from the puppet's fist force.
"Want to run? It's not that easy!"
Feng Jue, who retreated to the side, knew that he could not let Ye Cheng find an opportunity, otherwise it would be difficult to intercept him while fleeing from a distance. He immediately charged up and used the long sword in his hand. A ball of sword energy was like a tarsal maggot, turning into a thousand swords.
Thousands of threads are wrapped around Yecheng.
Ye Cheng, who was about to step onto the pillar in the hall, had no choice but to intercept him. Otherwise, even though his body-protecting Gang Qi was powerful, it was not strong enough to resist Feng Jue Sword Qi. He stretched out his hands and flicked his fingers in succession.
Ten consecutive finger bullets hit the sword body, and the shadow of the sword in the sky immediately dissipated, revealing its radiant body.
"Fuck!"
Under the secret kneading seal technique, a low cry immediately made Feng Jue reveal his flaw in an instant. The mantra seal has become Ye Cheng's trump card. As long as he is not that kind of super powerful person, he will definitely be affected, even if there is only a slight gap.
, he can also seize the opportunity to live in that breath under the urging of the realm of his true self.
"bite!"
With one finger pointing at the sword body, a clear sound resounded throughout the restaurant, and the surging true energy rushed out along the meridians of the whole body, flowing into Ye Cheng's index finger, and the spiral energy was instantly submerged into the Feng Jue sword body.
The highly condensed finger strength would make even Feng Jue suffer a lot, not to mention that under the shock of the mantra just now, there was a slight flaw in his mind, and it was immediately difficult to compete with this finger strength.
"puff!"
The blow of the wind sword was finally injured, and the meridians in the body were counterattacked by the spiral energy. There was a heartbreaking pain, and the body fell to the extreme. The cold light in his eyes became even worse. He immediately turned around, and the chasing puppet's eyes became even redder.
