There was no shock or surprise on Fu Hongxue's face as Ye Feng was not killed with one sword strike.
"I said, we all share the same sorrow, why don't we attack him so harshly?" Ye Feng looked at Fu Hongxue with a strange expression.
"He has ill intentions towards me!" Fu Hongxue's peripheral vision fell on Kuang Tianyou, whose shoulders were held down by Ye Feng.
"All right!"
Ye Feng shrugged, with a look of helplessness on his face, "Although Kuang Tianyou has ill intentions towards you, it's not your turn to discipline him!"
"boom!"
After throwing Kuang Tianyou away, Ye Feng's face was full of seriousness, and his eyes were completely covered by blue light.
Fu Hongxue, who had always been expressionless, changed his face slightly, clasping the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand, and the blood in his eyes rolled violently.
"Choke!"
Suddenly!
The sound of drawing a sword sounded again.
"Illusion?" Ye Feng's voice sounded from all directions.
In the endless darkness, Ye Feng's blue eyes were extremely bright, "Nightmare Eyes!!!"
In an instant, the black world began to collapse.
At the same time, a cold light fell from the sky.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, "No matter how strong the magic sword is, it is still a dead thing. Fu Hongxue, your own realm is too weak!"
"call out!"
Taking one step forward, Ye Feng seemed to have transcended time and space, appearing next to Fu Hongxue in an instant, pressing his right hand on his right hand holding the handle of the knife.
The huge force was like mountains collapsing, crushing Fu Hongxue's hand bones.
"Clang!"
The dark magic knife fell to the ground, shaking violently as if it had spiritual power.
As the dark magic knife fell to the ground, the blood in Fu Hongxue's eyes slowly faded away.
Ye Feng raised his eyelids and looked at Fu Hongxue, "Is your hand okay?"
"It's okay!" Fu Hongxue seemed to feel no pain, even though the bone in his right hand was broken by Ye Feng.
"Were you controlled by this magic knife just now?" Ye Feng asked.
"Not really!"
Fu Hongxue remained expressionless, looking down at the dark magic sword that fell to the ground and was constantly shaking: "My strength is too weak, and the people who are chasing me are getting stronger. Therefore, I have to use the power of the magic sword to improve my strength.
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"Aren't you afraid of being controlled by the magic knife?"
"In the final analysis, the magic sword is just a weapon. Even if it has spirituality, it cannot completely control me!" At this point, Fu Hongxue's narrow eyes shone with confidence.
"You're walking a tightrope on a cliff!"
Fu Hongxue shook her head and did not continue to dwell on this topic. She raised her gaze and looked past Ye Feng towards Kuang Tianyou.
Even though Fu Hongxue had countless questions in her mind, she did not ask. She just said, "You are just like me, playing with fire."
Ye Feng smiled softly, a strange light flashed across his eyes, and said: "If you want to improve your strength, I have a way!"
Fu Hongxue raised her eyelids and met Ye Feng's half-smiling gaze, "You want to turn me into a zombie?"
"That's right!" Ye Feng did not deny it, nodded, and said: "I believe that as long as you become a zombie, your strength will increase crazily. Of course, you don't need to worry about your intelligence. You will know it just by looking at me."
Raising his right hand, Ye Feng pointed at Kuang Tianyou and said: "Soon, his spiritual wisdom will also be opened."
Fu Hongxue's eyes flickered, but she finally shook her head and said, "I don't want to become a zombie!"
After saying this, Fu Hongxue bent down and picked up the dark magic knife that fell to the ground.
"Buzz!"
When Fu Hongxue picked it up, the magic knife vibrated violently, exuding pleasant fluctuations.
In an instant, the bloody light in Fu Hongxue's eyes appeared again.
The blood was rolling, revealing evil charm and strangeness, and seemed to contain overwhelming evil energy.
Looking at Ye Feng, who was frowning, Fu Hongxue said in a cold voice, "Mr. Ye, I can cooperate!"
"Cooperation?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows. Fu Hongxue in this state made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Yes, it's cooperation!"
Fu Hongxue's right wrist, which was pinched off by Ye Feng, recovered quickly.
"You are a zombie, you need to suck blood. And I need the energy of death to improve myself through the magic knife!" Fu Hongxue's voice seemed to have magic power.
"Okay, let's cooperate!"
Ye Feng suddenly laughed and his eyes fell on the dark magic sword. He was very curious about what this magic sword would eventually turn into Fu Hongxue.
After hearing Ye Feng's promise, Fu Hongxue held the magic knife and walked forward slowly.
Ye Feng slowly followed Fu Hongxue, with a look of thought in his eyes.
As for Kuang Tianyou, he walked behind Ye Feng in a daze.
"etc!"
After thinking for a while, Ye Feng stopped and took out the thousand-year hanging coffin from the system space.
There was a trace of doubt in Fu Hongxue's bloody eyes.
"Click!"
After opening the thousand-year-old hanging coffin, Ye Feng looked at Kuang Tianyou and said, "You go in!"
Kuang Tianyou tilted his head and thought for a moment, then immediately lay down in the thousand-year-old hanging coffin.
After closing the coffin lid, Ye Feng carried it on his shoulders and said to Fu Hongxue, "Let's go!"
At the same time, in a passage not far from Ye Feng and Fu Hongxue, a young man wearing a leather jacket sat cross-legged.
The young man looked to be in his twenties, with a short hair and closed eyes under thick eyebrows. There was a long red sword between his knees.
The long sword is red, extremely sharp, and exudes the aura of billowing blood.
With the young man at the center, tens of thousands of wronged souls seemed to have been summoned and rushed towards the red sword.
After a while, the young man slowly opened his eyes, and a flash of blood flashed through them, and then disappeared.
"It's not in vain that I have entered this place with my own self-destruction!" The corners of the young man's mouth slightly raised, and he looked at the red sword placed between his knees, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes.
Gently brushing the sword's surface with his fingers, the young man smiled softly, "You have absorbed so many innocent souls, you should be satisfied, right?"
"Buzz!"
The red sword placed between the young man's knees trembled slightly.
"Okay, since you're not satisfied yet, let's continue!"
After saying that, the young man closed his eyes again, and rolls of internal energy slowly spread around.
At the same time, the crimson sword also overflowed with turbulent blood-evil energy, blending with the inner power emitted by the young man, seducing the wronged souls from all directions.
Suddenly, a burst of rhythmic footsteps sounded.
However, the young man didn't seem to feel it and still practiced with his eyes closed.
Soon, two figures appeared in the passage where the young man was.
Ye Feng was carrying a huge thousand-year-old hanging coffin, looking at the young man sitting cross-legged and meditating not far away, his expression changed slightly.
Ten meters away from the young man, there were more than a dozen mummified corpses lying upside down. It was obvious that they had been devoured by the ghosts of injustice.
Anyone who steps in will die!
On the ground in front of more than a dozen mummies, four large characters were written.
The blood in Fu Hongxue's eyes rolled violently, as if it was about to flow out, as he stared at the red sword placed between the young man's knees.
At the same time, the young man seemed to feel something, raised his thick eyebrows, slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the dark magic knife in Fu Hongxue's hand.
For a moment, the air between the two seemed to freeze, and two volumes of terrifying blood evil energy appeared out of thin air.
