Chapter 470 The second-style dragon raises its head
"However, Li Feng's perception is very strong! Among you, he was the first to notice the bugs I placed in the forest, and he also guessed that my bugs have the ability to monitor!"
The sarcasm on Yuwen Tianyi's face became more and more intense, and he continued: "He guessed right, your every move is under my surveillance! And I am indeed here waiting for you to surrender!"
"If you really follow Li Feng's suggestion and temporarily retreat to the Seventh Peak, I would have to go through a lot of trouble to kill you, but now it's much easier!"
Hearing this, Leng Yunting's eyes showed a look of guilt, and he sighed softly: "Hey! I am too self-righteous! If I could have listened to Junior Brother Li Feng, maybe I would not have ended up like this."
Gu Xiyu and Xing Xiuqi also sighed inwardly and felt guilty towards Mu Feng.
Although they spent this time together, their relationship with Mu Feng gradually became much closer.
But since Mu Feng is weaker than them, they will not subconsciously agree with the former's words, let alone follow the former's suggestions.
Now, they finally paid a heavy price for their arrogance and rudeness.
"Yuwen Tianyi! Can we start to order these spiritual beasts to attack now? I just want to see with my own eyes how Leng Yunting died in front of me!"
Bai Wuxie, who was standing behind and to the left of Yuwen Tianyi, stared at Leng Yunting with vicious eyes.
Yuan Youque also stared at Leng Yunting with cold eyes.
At first, the two of them were careless and were caught up by Leng Yunting, and one of their arms was cut off.
The hatred of a broken arm is irreconcilable!
Today I can finally take revenge.
The corners of Yuwen Tianyi's mouth curled up and he said, "Of course you can!"
As he spoke, Yuwen Tianyi lightly snapped his fingers, and then the herds of beasts scattered throughout the mountain forest let out roars one after another, and then rushed towards Leng Yunting and the others crazily. "Junior Sister Xiyu, Junior Brother Xing! It's my fault this time, and you will suffer too! Today I will risk my life to take you away from here, so follow me!"
Leng Yunting's eyes flashed with divine brilliance, and he stood in front of Gu Xiyu and Xing Xiuqi, and an extremely terrifying aura erupted from his whole body.
"Leave the front to me! Leave the left and right sides to you. Don't lose me!"
Leng Yunting shouted low, took a step forward, raised the handle of the knife with both hands, and slashed hard.
A blazing sword light, like a crescent moon rising out of thin air, pushed out horizontally and blasted towards the countless plundering beasts ahead.
This sword light combines Leng Yunting's spiritual energy and sword intent, and its power is clearly visible.
Wherever the sword light passed, the ground suddenly exploded, sinking to form a terrifying large crack, and a terrifying earthquake shook the surrounding area.
Boom!
The light of the sword plowed across the ground and blasted into the herd of beasts. Suddenly, the seven or eight spirit beasts rushing at the front were exploded into clouds of blood mist by the light of the sword. Their huge bodies were thrown away and hit heavily on the ground.
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The formation of the beasts was thrown into chaos by the sword light, but they remained undaunted and continued to rush towards Leng Yunting and the others crazily without fear of death.
Leng Yunting looked indifferent and took one step at a time. Every time he took a step, he struck out with a knife. His energy and spirit remained consistent, maximizing the power of each knife.
Poof!
Poof!
Poof!
Within the beast group, streaks of blood mist exploded, which was caused by Leng Yunting's sword light tearing apart the flesh and blood of the spirit beasts.
In an instant, the three of them were attacked by beasts coming one after another from behind.
The group was overwhelmed.
Leng Yunting was very calm. He held the spiritual sword in his hand and performed exquisite sword skills. The sword's intention was like water waves, rippling around the light of his sword, exuding a mysterious aura.
I saw Leng Yunting slashing out with his swords. Each sword seemed to be alive, accurately piercing the vital part of the spiritual beast, killing it with one blow.
At this moment, Leng Yunting seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, slashing one sword after another, and with each sword strike, ripples could be set off in the air.
It felt like a knife cutting into the water, and the sound of the blade colliding with the water could even be vaguely heard.
Gu Xiyu and Xing Xiuqi stood in Leng Yunting, guarding against any fish that might slip through the net at any time.
Leng Yunting stood at the front and helped them block most of the attacks from the beasts, so they were able to cope with it easily.
In this way, the combination of three people was among the beasts, moving steadily and slowly forward.
Within the beast herd, spiritual beasts were dying every moment, their blood dyed the ground red, and the surrounding mountains and forests collapsed one after another. ??
Roar!
Suddenly, a giant python with a body length of more than thirty feet and a single horn spit out a huge snake snake and rushed over violently.
The momentum of this one-horned giant python was so terrifying that wherever it passed, countless spiritual beasts gave way, with humanized fear deep in their eyes.
"No! It's the half-step Martial King-level spiritual beast in the herd! Back away!"
Xing Xiuqi looked at the giant one-horned python that was flying towards him with its huge mouth open. His face turned pale with fright and he couldn't help but shout loudly.
Leng Yunting took a deep breath, his eyes were as calm as water, and said: "It's too late to retreat!"
As he spoke, Leng Yunting held the handle of the knife with both hands, and his whole aura changed. >
"The Second Style of the Tyrant Sword Technique: The Dragon Raises Its Head!"
But when Leng Yunting shouted loudly, he grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands and rushed forward quickly.
The sharp tip of the knife was placed on the ground, rubbing out countless sparks and plowing out a deep mark.
Leng Yunting was extremely fast. The moment he approached the one-horned python, he held the handle of the knife with both hands, pointed the blade upward, and slashed upwards.
Roar!
A deafening roar of a dragon was heard, and the spiritual sword in Leng Yunting's hand erupted with a dazzling brilliance, forming a dragon-shaped sword light and slashing hard at the one-horned python.
Roar!
The one-horned python roared up to the sky, swinging its huge snake tail fiercely, and smashed together with the dragon-shaped sword.
I saw the huge body of the one-horned python being thrown away by the light of the dragon-shaped sword, smashing down large trees that could be hugged by several people, and crushing several weak spiritual beasts to death before barely stopping.
A two-meter-long wound appeared on the tail of the one-horned python. The scales on the surface of the wound rolled up and blood gushed out.
Leng Yunting spat out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the clothes on his chest blood red, looking horrified.
"Senior Brother Leng! Are you okay?"
Xing Xiuqi and Gu Xiyu quickly supported Leng Yunting, who was on the verge of collapse, and said with worried faces.
Leng Yunting took a deep breath, kicked the ground with his right foot, and slashed out the spiritual sword in his hand, blocking the other attacking spiritual beasts from around him. He said in a deep voice: "Don't be distracted by me, continue to block the surroundings.
The spiritual beast! Then follow me closely!"
Roar!
An earth-shaking terrifying roar came again, and the one-horned giant python's eyes turned red. Regardless of the horrific injuries on its tail, it charged towards Leng Yunting at a faster speed...