Ye Feng half-squinted his eyes and stared at the young man who stood up slowly. His eyes finally fell on the red sword in the other man's hand.
The two characters "Fire Lin" are engraved on the sword blade.
"Fire Lin Sword? Damn it, you can't do it, can you?"
Blinking, Ye Feng looked at the handsome young man, "This guy, isn't he Duan Lang?"
In his previous life, after watching "Feng Yun", Ye Feng was very sad about Duan Lang's fate. Duan Lang was very talented, not inferior to Feng Yun and the other two. Unfortunately, because of Ni Bodhisattva's criticism, Xiong Ba didn't look down on Duan Lang at all. But
Even in this situation, Duanlang's cultivation is not inferior to that of Fengyun and Fengyun. In the second part of "Fengyun", he even plotted against Emperor Shitian and became the master of Tianmen.
It can be said that Duanlang has talent, perseverance, and talent.
Fu Hongxue held the handle of the knife with one hand, blood rolling in her eyes, and looked directly at Duan Lang who was standing up. Rolls of internal energy poured into the dark magic knife, ready to go.
"Sword Master?"
Seeing Fu Hongxue's condition, Duan Lang's lips showed a hint of contempt, he shook his head and said, "If I'm not wrong, your name is Fu Hongxue, right?"
Fu Hongxue remained silent!
"It is rumored that the Bai Family Blood Sword of the Divine Sword Hall was snatched away by an outcast!" Duan Lang looked at Fu Hongxue with a half-smile, "I thought that the person who could snatch the blood sword from the Divine Sword Hall must be stunningly talented. What a pity.
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Seeing the blood in Fu Hongxue's eyes becoming more and more intense, Duan Lang shook his head, "It's a pity that you are just a slave of the Blood Knife!"
After saying this, Duanlang looked at Ye Feng again.
Ye Feng's shape is really too weird. He is actually carrying a coffin on his shoulders, and the coffin is blood red and intertwined with weird and mysterious lines. You can tell it is an extraordinary thing at a glance.
Meeting Duan Lang's appraising gaze, Ye Feng grinned, "Are you Duan Lang?"
"Do you know me?" Duan Lang looked at Ye Feng in surprise, followed his gaze to Huolinjian, and couldn't help but chuckle, "It turns out that Huolinjian exposed my identity!"
"Although I am a sword cultivator, I am also very interested in the blood sword of Shen Sword Hall. I wonder if you would like to hand over the blood sword to me?" Duan Lang turned his eyes and fell on Fu Hongxue again.
"Choke!"
The cold light suddenly appeared, like a fallen star in the sky, carrying a sword energy as powerful as breaking bamboo.
Looking at Fu Hongxue who suddenly took action, the sarcasm in Duanlang's eyes became more intense, "A slave controlled by a blood knife dares to take action against me. He really doesn't know whether to live or die!"
"kill!"
Shouting in a low voice, the Fire Lin Sword in Duan Lang's hand turned into a bright bloody light, as if it could cut through space.
quick!
Each sword strike reached its ultimate speed.
As soon as the sword fell, it was as if the long years began to flow backwards, and the endless blood evil energy poured out from the magic sword.
The sword energy is like a rainbow, and the sword shadow is illusory.
"Clang!"
A deafening crash sounded.
Duan Lang's face changed slightly, he looked at Fu Hongxue who was retreating quickly with some surprise, and said in a voiceless voice: "What a fast knife!"
In Duan Lang's eyes, Fu Hongxue was not only of low level, but also a puppet controlled by the blood knife.
But the knife strike just now actually gave him a fatal sense of danger. If he hadn't been experienced in fighting and could change his moves instantly, he might have been injured.
The sword returned in vain, Fu Hongxue's face turned as pale as paper, and the blood in his eyes was much lighter.
"Mr. Ye, please take action!"
Listening to Fu Hongxue's cold words, the surprise in Duanlang's eyes became more intense, "Are you actually practicing with a blood knife?"
"Duanlang, let me try your eclipse sword technique!"
"Wind and Cloud" is a world of high-level martial arts, and Ye Feng really wants to see how powerful the martial arts in "Wind and Cloud" are.
"You actually know that I practice the Sun Eclipse Sword Technique?" Duan Lang turned his eyes and looked at Ye Feng, who was carrying a thousand-year-old hanging coffin. He was shocked. You must know that only three people in his family know about his practice of the Sun Eclipse Sword Technique.
The two of them just knew.
"boom!"
Taking one step forward is like a rocket ejected, with terrifying speed. The friction between the body and the space actually raises a series of sparks.
"What a speed!"
Duanlang's face changed slightly, a solemn look appeared in his eyes, and he swung out the Fire Lin Sword with his right hand.
"The white sun breaks!"
When the sword was swung out, the sword light was like the blazing sun, so hot that the space seemed to be distorted.
The roar of the sword light and the surging fiery power made Ye Feng feel uncomfortable all over. As a zombie, what he hated most was the power of the Sun and Sun.
"spread!"
Looking at the sword light like the rising sun, Ye Feng's eyes rolled with a fierce light, and his right hand, as white as mutton-fat jade, pressed down suddenly.
"Boom!"
His right hand was like a demonic palm from ancient times, shattering the rising sun.
Duanlang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face was full of shock, "Without spiritual power and no internal power, you actually withstood the dawn of the white sun with just the strength of your body?"
"Are you a body refiner?" Duanlang's body is like a light swallow, constantly flashing.
Although Ye Feng was very fast, he was moving in a straight line and was not considered agile.
"right!"
Ye Feng had a smile on his face, because zombies have no intelligence. Therefore, no matter how powerful he shows, people will not suspect him of being a zombie, but will instead regard him as a body refiner.
"I didn't expect that at such a young age, you have already mastered the art of body refining. Unfortunately, the art of body refining is hard to reach the level of elegance." Broken eyelids raised, and there was a hint of coldness in his starry eyes, "You can take another strike from me.
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"The sword stack is brilliant!!!"
"Choke!"
The sound of the sword is deafening, like the sound of a waterfall falling from the sky, disturbing people's minds.
Threads of sword light were densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, and fell from the sky. Each sword light contained the blazing sunlight.
Ye Feng's expression changed drastically. The sword energy sweeping from all directions made his whole body tingle. The fiery solar energy contained in it almost made him enter a zombie state.
"Go away!!!"
With a roar, Ye Feng grabbed the huge thousand-year-old hanging coffin with his backhand and used it as a weapon to sweep towards the sweeping sword energy.
“Clang Clang Clang!!!”
The sword energy struck the thousand-year-old hanging coffin fiercely.
In an instant, the blood-colored patterns on the thousand-year-old hanging coffin glowed brightly.
At the same time, a majestic resentment surged out from the thousand-year-old hanging coffin.
"woo woo woo woo!!!"
As the resentment in the thousand-year-old hanging coffin suddenly erupted, the black wall made of bones actually made bursts of weeping sounds, and the souls of grievances between reality and reality poured out crazily and pounced on them with their teeth and claws.
Hanging a coffin for thousands of years.
Duanlang was also startled by what happened before him, and retreated with his sword in hand.
Ye Feng's expression changed slightly, looking at the tens of thousands of innocent souls pouring into the thousand-year-old hanging coffin, he murmured in his heart, "Will something happen to Kuang Tianyou?"
Ye Feng really wanted to open the thousand-year-old hanging coffin, but Duan Lang was nearby. Once the coffin was opened, Kuang Tianyou's identity as a zombie would be exposed.
Furthermore, zombies are made of resentment, and Ye Feng believes that nothing will happen to Kuang Tianyou.
"What kind of coffin is this? It can actually attract the souls of enemies, like moths to the fire?" Duanlang's eyes flashed with light, and he suddenly laughed, looked at Ye Feng, and said: "Friend, there seems to be no grudge between us, why bother to fight to the death?
