Seeing Yang Bufan's performance, Feng Yiti's heart finally returned to his stomach. It seemed that he was confident and unmoved, but in fact he was worried about the other party.
He understood what Yang Bufan meant, and knew that the other party wanted to live towards death, but the prerequisite for living towards death was to die first. If he did not survive, he would become a useless person even if he did not die.
Fortunately...
Now that Yang Bufan has broken through the knot in his heart and been promoted to Earth Master, there is no need for him to worry about the next step. Now that Yang Bufan is so powerful and has a spiritual sword in his hand, Yang Yunfei should not be his opponent if they fight again.
Yang Bufan held the spiritual sword, pointed at Yang Yunfei and said: "Brother Yunfei, you have been taking the initiative to attack before, this time it is my turn."
Yang Yunfei snorted and sneered: "Don't think that I will be afraid of you after being promoted. I know your abilities very well, but you haven't seen my trump card yet. Come on, let me teach you how to be a good person!"
"Then I'll trouble Brother Yunfei to give me some advice."
Yang Bufan didn't say anything more, his eyes flickered, his muscles tightened, and his breath spurted out like a flood. After a few seconds, a series of vague shadows appeared behind him, each shadow was
His movements are consistent and uniform.
Lisa couldn't help but cover her mouth when she saw this scene, fearing that she would scream out in surprise. What kind of move was this? It looked so mysterious.
Seeing this scene, Yang Yunfei put a smile on his face, clasped his hands together, and then slowly opened it, revealing a spherical illusion like blood and mist that kept getting bigger.
"drink!"
Yang Bufan shouted loudly and took a step forward. With a swish sound, a shadow rushed out from behind him and slashed at him with a long red knife.
boom!
Yang Yunfei turned his palms outward, and the spherical phantom flew out of his palms, blocking him. When the phantom hit him, it instantly shattered into smoke and dissipated.
While Yang Yunfei was resisting, Yang Bufan kept moving forward. Every step forward was a shadow rushing out and hitting the spherical illusion. Although every shadow was inevitably shattered, the illusion continued at a speed visible to the naked eye.
reduce.
Yang Bufan's speed is getting faster and faster, and the phantoms behind him rush up one after another. The air is torn apart again and again. After trying to heal, the tear will be more serious the next time. When dozens of phantoms come one after another,
After passing through, the air had already been shattered into a mess.
boom!
Several phantoms hit the illusion one after another. The spherical illusion finally couldn't withstand it and exploded with a bang. A huge air flow spread along the middle of the two people, making their clothes rustle.
At this time, Yang Yunfei was affected by the air current, his clothes were damaged, his hair was messy, and he looked very embarrassed. However, Yang Bufan was less affected, and his momentum was like a rainbow, and he whizzed past with his spiritual sword brandished.
call!
The sword energy burning with red flames struck Yang Yunfei fiercely. Yang Yunfei hurriedly resisted. With a scream, Yang Yunfei's hands split open and blood splattered. When the remaining sword energy invaded his body, he retreated several times in a row.
He stepped forward, grunted, and spat out a blood arrow with a whoosh, obviously suffering a big loss.
At this time, Yang Yunfei's face was pale, with blood on the corners of his lips. He was covering his chest with one hand and regulating the breath in his body with the other. He looked very haggard.
"Seeing how tough you were before, I thought you had some powerful trump cards, but that's all."
Yang Bufan said with cold eyes full of sarcasm.
"I didn't expect you to have a hand in me. I'm actually looking down on you."
After a while, Yang Yunfei's breathing gradually stabilized, and he wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and said in a condensing voice: "But it's a fool's errand to think that you can defeat me with this. Next, I will let you experience the real horror!"
As he spoke, Yang Yunfei wrote a strange symbol on his forehead with blood. Instead of healing the injury on his palm, he used his breath to tear the wound even wider. A steady stream of blood dripped on the ground, greedily sucked by the soil on the ground.
Devour.
During the bloodletting process, Yang Yunfei kept mumbling something. As the symbol on his forehead continued to light up, mutations appeared——
The originally flat ground suddenly shook. As the noise became louder and louder, a deep ravine was torn out of the ground. Then a huge bloody hand stretched out from the ground, and then a layer of blood danced around the body.
The huge native crawled out.
This native was more than ten meters tall, his thick arms were like the trunks of a century-old tree, and his four earthen legs that were like stone pillars blended with the earth. Yang Bufan looked like an ant in front of the natives.
If you look carefully, you will see that the body of this native is made of countless white bones. These bones have different shapes, but they are as solid as rock and shine with a faint light.
"Roar!"
When the native stood up completely, he roared, and the blood mist on his body dropped like raindrops. Then one after another, rotten or intact corpses, staggered up, as if there was an invisible hand controlling them.
, like a puppet on strings.
"I know you want to kill me, but I already have a way to deal with it."
Yang Yunfei, who lost weight in an instant and looked like a skinny man, said with a cruel smile: "If you want to defeat me, you have to defeat it first!"
Yang Bufan didn't feel much fear in his heart, and his hand holding the spiritual sword was still very steady, but the native's intimidating power was so strong that he was inevitably a little uncomfortable with it.
Lisa, who was originally worried about Yang Yunfei, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Before she came, Yang Yunfei had written to her, saying that he had made rapid progress recently and would definitely open her eyes.
Just now, Lisa thought that Yang Yunfei had played all his trump cards, but now it seems that she still underestimated the opponent too much.
With such magical skills, not to mention Yang Bufan, I am afraid Feng Yi is no match...
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glance at Feng Yi, but seeing that Feng Yi still had the same expression that didn't change even if the world was shaking, she felt a little worried.
She couldn't see through this man from the first time they met, and as time went by, this feeling became stronger and stronger.
There was nothing she could do about it, this man always gave her the illusion that he had everything under control.
"This kind of evil spell makes many undead souls unable to rest in peace. It is really vicious. However, Bufan has just been promoted and it seems that he has never faced such a terrifying opponent. I wonder if he can withstand it."
Despite Feng Yi's calm appearance, he was still worried about Yang Bufan in his heart.
After giving him a questioning look, he got a firm response from the other party. Feng Yi temporarily put away the idea of taking action.
"Don't think that you will win just because you are tall and strong. I have seen too many things that are worthless and useless. Only after fighting them can I know!"
Yang Bufan withdrew his eyes, shook his spiritual sword, shouted softly, jumped up high, and rushed towards the native.
The native shook his head, as if mocking his overestimation of his own capabilities. He twisted his body, and he who originally only had two arms suddenly grew several more arms, striking Yang Bufan's fragile body with different gestures.
