Yang Yunfei was speechless for a moment. He thought he could easily take down Yang Bufan, but he didn't expect that the other party would dare to play like this. He risked half his life and took the spiritual sword back.
When he was risking his life, didn't he think about the possibility of failure?
Looking at the other party's determined eyes, Yang Yunfei realized that the other party was risking his life.
Why didn't I see that he had such a character before...
Shocked, Yang Yunfei still feels that the problem is not big. Even if the other party has a weapon, there is a gap in strength level between the two, and I have the advantage!
"I haven't seen you for a while, but you really opened my eyes."
Yang Yunfei regained his expression and smiled coldly: "But you are already half-dead, do you still imagine that you can continue to fight with me? Let me tell you with facts, in the face of absolute strength, any weapon is just a decoration!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong evil aura shot straight from Yang Yunfei's body into the sky, and the evil aura rolled between heaven and earth, emitting a shrill howl.
Yang Yunfei's hair turned silver-gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, flying in the strong wind. His eyes glowed red, the clothes on his body bulged, and the breath inside was wandering around.
"Roar!"
Yang Yunfei roared, and rushed over like a cannonball, as fast as lightning. Behind him, auras gathered together, pressing against Yang Bufan with a force that broke through the air.
Just looking at the formation, it seemed as if Yang Bufan was going to be swallowed up instantly.
Yang Bufan was fighting against a tree, holding a knife in one hand and covering the wound with the other. The wound had stopped bleeding, but his condition still didn't look good. His face was pale and his body was thin, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.
Facing Yang Yunfei's momentum, people couldn't help but sweat for him.
However, the spiritual sword in his hand was extremely active, and the blade was constantly flashing a dazzling red light like a flame, showing full fighting spirit.
Thinking about it, the Spirit Sword is already conscious, but it was controlled by Yang Yunfei. It even committed the act of devouring its master before. Now that the Spirit Sword is free again and its master is in danger, he naturally has to take the initiative to show off his guilt in order to make up for it.
Yang Bufan naturally saw what Spirit Sword was thinking, grinned and whispered: "I know what you are thinking, okay, today our master and servant will join forces to see what Yang Yunfei is capable of!"
As he spoke, Yang Bufan did not dodge or dodge, and rushed forward with a spiritual sword in his hand.
In the process of rushing forward, the blade of the spirit knife swayed, red color spurted out like blood, and it collided with Yang Yunfei without hesitation.
boom!
At the moment of impact, there was a thunder, and the turbulent air around them scattered like headless flies. The dazzling light stung people unable to open their eyes. Lisa only felt that her eyes were burning. She quickly closed her eyes, then opened them immediately.
After seeing clearly the situation on the field, I felt relieved, and a smile subconsciously appeared on my lips.
Yang Yunfei seemed to be standing on the spot unscathed. As for Yang Bufan, he was knocked away again, and this time he was directly driven into a deep pit on the ground, motionless, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.
"Won!"
Lisa felt proud and secretly glanced at Feng Yi. When people are proud, they like to see the other person's face in defeat.
Feng Yi stood there, looking at the scene in front of him with no expression on his face. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"I guess I was shocked. I don't know what expression to use to face all this..."
Lisa secretly guessed.
They won this battle, and now it was time to consider their next plan.
The aura on Yang Yunfei's body has dissipated, and he looks at Yang Bufan who is lying in the pit with the same expressionless face. How can a half-broken body resist him in his prime? He is just hitting an egg against a stone. Victory is natural.
However, even though he defeated the opponent, a feeling of uneasiness suddenly arose in his heart, which was very strange.
Glancing at Feng Yi, he saw that the other party had no intention of taking action from beginning to end. Could it be that the other party really kept his promise and remained indifferent while watching his friend die tragically?
Or does he have confidence in Yang Bufan?
confidence?
How can it be?
The gap between them is difficult to bridge.
But looking at it from another perspective, Yang Bufan risked his life to regain the spiritual sword. Does this mean that he still has a trump card that he has not yet used?
At this moment, the corner of Yang Yunfei's eye twitched, and he clearly felt that Yang Bufan, who was lying in the pit, reacted.
He didn't hold back at all in that moment just now. The other party wasn't completely dead yet?
Can't give him a chance!
Thinking of this, Yang Yunfei jumped up again, slapped hard with his right hand, and slapped the ground with a huge transparent palm.
boom!
A huge palm print was left on the earth, causing the earth to tremble again, and the pit where Yang Bufan was was razed to the ground.
A shocking thing happened. Yang Bufan, who was lying in the pit, suddenly disappeared.
"Huh? Could it be that you have broken your bones and thrown away your ashes?"
Lisa was a little surprised when she saw the scene in front of her, but she quickly realized something was wrong and immediately looked up to the sky. Sure enough, it was Xiaoqi who carried Yang Bufan to escape the disaster at the critical moment.
"Are you still struggling to death?"
Yang Yunfei snorted softly, and the attacks continued like a tsunami. The air was filled with the sound of sonic booms. Xiao Qi carried Yang Bufan's body and dodge around, almost getting hit several times.
"drink!"
There was another wave of attack, this time Yang Yunfei blocked all routes of Xiao Qi, and was about to kill Yang Bufan on the spot.
Xiao Qi had already prepared for the worst. He knew that Feng Yi would not take action and prepared to resist the attack. But Yang Bufan, who was lying on it, suddenly said: "Thank you, Xiao Qi. I'll leave it to you next."
Me!"
After saying that, Yang Bufan jumped up and jumped down from the sword. The spiritual sword in his hand waved thousands of lights and shadows, facing Yang Yunfei's attack.
Bang bang bang!
The sound of explosions in the air was endless, and the churning breath rippled in the air. After breaking all Yang Yunfei's attacks, Yang Bufan waved the spiritual knife in his hand, constantly borrowing power from the air like a dragonfly touching water.
, slowly landed.
This operation is naturally not as graceful as Feng Yi's sword flying, but it is also quite elegant.
When Yang Bufan and Yang Yunfei faced each other again, the latter's expression was gloomy. He stared at Yang Bufan with a pair of man-eating eyes and said, "You actually made a breakthrough!"
"Yes, only with the determination to die can you have the chance to survive."
Yang Bufan held the spiritual sword and said softly: "I have been stuck in the realm of human master for several years and have not been able to break through. I really want to thank you this time."
Yang Yunfei remained silent, his eyes flashing with angry flames. It was obvious that the development of the matter was beyond his expectation.
Lisa, who was originally in a relaxed mood, was also so surprised when she saw this scene that she couldn't close her mouth. Yang Yunfei obviously had the upper hand, but she didn't expect that Yang Bufan could break through when he was about to die. This was simply unreasonable.
"Did he expect this?"
Lisa couldn't help but look at Feng Yi, whose expression had not changed from beginning to end.
