Chapter 1224 The sword is frivolous? You are just light, not crazy enough!
"boom!"
The moment that group of powerful people turned around, a bright roll of flaming sun corpse energy, like the mysterious light of the universe, enveloped hundreds of thousands of miles in radius.
"No!!!"
"help me!!!"
"I'm not willing to give in!"
One by one, their bodies were like ice and snow in the scorching sun, melting continuously, and their blood surged towards Ye Feng.
"Gululu!"
He opened his mouth wide and swallowed all the blood. The smile on Ye Feng's face became more and more evil, and the aura revealed by his whole person was terrifying.
“Not bad, very good!”
After devouring the blood of these powerful people, Ye Feng felt that all the previous consumption had been almost recovered, but the bloodthirsty light in his eyes became more and more intense, and a ball in his heart had been ignited, and it was no longer that easy to extinguish it.
"Boom!!!"
Suddenly, Ye Feng seemed to be able to breathe, and strong winds surged towards his nose.
Ye Feng squinted his eyes, with a look of enjoyment on his face, and he caught dozens of scents lingering in the air.
"God's pride!"
With a raised corner of his mouth, Ye Feng took a step forward, tearing apart the space with his pure power.
…
Ripples surged in all directions, turning into a cage.
Jian Qingkuang's face was neither happy nor sad, he was sitting cross-legged in the middle, with a sharp sword placed between his knees. As he inhaled and puffed, the sword seemed to come alive, trembling constantly and making a buzzing sword sound.
It's like cheering.
Suddenly!
The ripples that trapped him kept twisting and turned into a sword shadow appearing behind him.
"The Vast Sword Heart!"
He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was excitement in them.
Suddenly, the excitement on Jian Qingkuang's face was replaced by anger, and he saw that the vast sword heart that he had just drawn out was suddenly pierced by a white palm.
"Whoa!"
Jian Qing stood up violently, his eyes full of ferocious color, staring at the figure walking out of the void.
"Sword is frivolous!"
With a playful look on his face, Ye Feng met Jian's frivolous and angry gaze. He spread out his right hand, and there was actually a touch of the sword's heart flowing in his palm.
The sword's heart was entangled in Yan Yang's corpse energy and could not break free.
Jian Qingkuang's expression changed slightly, and he was horrified, "He actually captured the vast sword heart?"
The vast sword heart is invisible and can only be attracted through the secrets of the sword. Jian Qingkuang spent a lot of effort to attract the vast sword heart, but if he wants to fuse it, he only has a 30% chance.
"Do you want it?"
Ye Feng's voice revealed a strange magic power, and he looked at Jian Qingkuang with a half-smile.
"call!"
Taking a deep breath, Jian Qingkuang stared at Ye Feng and said in a deep voice, "What do you want?"
"Seventy percent of your blood essence!"
Jian Qingkuang's eyes suddenly became sharp, like a divine sword coming out of its sheath, the light flashed, "Impossible!"
"Is it impossible?"
Ye Feng shook his head with some disappointment and said with a smile: "Then, you will miss this sword heart!"
"Farewell!"
I don't know why, when facing Ye Feng, Jian Qingkuang always has a creepy feeling. Even if the vast sword heart, which is crucial to his cultivation, falls into Ye Feng's hands, he doesn't want to fight with him. Therefore, Jian Qingkuang directly fights with Ye Feng.
He handed over his hand, and immediately the space behind him was distorted.
"You call Jian frivolous, but you are not frivolous at all!"
Seeing Jian Qingkuang preparing to leave, Ye Feng smiled and released his right hand.
Suddenly, the vast sword heart turned into a silver light and shot towards the sword lightly.
The sword has a soul, and under the pressure from Ye Feng, its first choice is the arrogant and frivolous sword of the sword.
"this?"
Jian Qingkuang was shocked, he did not expect that Ye Feng would give the vast sword heart to him.
Looking at the roaring vast sword heart, Jian Qingqing gritted his teeth and stretched out his right hand. The terrifying sword intention emitted from his palm, shrouding the vast sword heart.
Taking the vast sword heart into his body, Jian Qingkuang looked at the smiling Ye Feng with complex eyes and said: "I can't give you my blood essence, but I owe you a favor."
"Need not!"
Ye Feng smiled and waved his hand, saying: "I don't want 70% of your essence and blood now..."
"What about you?" Suddenly, Jian Qingkuang's heart trembled, and a fatal sense of crisis forced him to retreat quickly.
"boom!"
"I want all your blood!"
Ye Feng took a step forward, and the eighteen pairs of dazzling Yanyang Dragon Wings behind him suddenly spread out, and used Xingzi Secret, which was faster than teleportation.
"Kendo without regrets!!!"
"How dare you draw a sword against me without any regrets?"
Ye Feng's face showed a ferocious look, his palms were as white as if they were made of mutton-fat jade, and his five fingers flickered like a dream, grabbing the sword that was slashing across him.
"Chang!!!"
Jian Qingkuang's pupils shrank suddenly, staring at Ye Feng who grabbed the sword, "How is this possible?"
Immediately, Jian Qingkuang's body was pulled by a huge force and fell forward.
"not good!"
Jian Qingkuang was horrified and quickly let go of his sword. A dark stone sword suddenly appeared behind him, and the energy it exuded crushed the void.
"The ultimate holy weapon?"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, "I can't save your life with this sword!"
Jian Qingkuang's expression was cold as he met Ye Feng's bloodthirsty eyes, "Who are you?"
"You can call him the Holy Emperor of Huangquan!"
"Saint Emperor Huangquan? I remember you!"
"crack!!!"
Jian Qingqing raised his hand violently, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out, spraying on the stone sword.
"Boom!!!"
Suddenly, the stone sword shook violently, and cracks were like spider webs covering the blade.
"Self-explosion of the best holy weapon?"
Ye Feng was also slightly stunned. The value of the best holy weapon is immeasurable. No normal monk would self-destruct the best holy weapon.
Besides, a top-grade holy weapon is not something that can self-destruct casually.
Normally, if you want to make the best holy weapon self-destruct, the caster must at least be in the middle stage of Taoist Heaven Realm.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, a look of surprise appeared on Ye Feng's face. He saw that the cracked stone sword did not have any terrible energy leaking out, but instead turned into a black hole.
"boom!!!"
The next second, a big hand that seemed to be made of metal suddenly popped out of the black hole.
"The realm of Taoism and Heaven?"
Ye Feng squinted his eyes and saw the secret words of "Operator" and "Dou".
But what left Ye Feng speechless was that the big metal hand stretched out from the black hole did not attack him. Instead, he grabbed the sword Qing Kuang and pulled it into the black hole.
"What the hell, you blew yourself up with the best holy weapon just to escape?"
"Not to say yes, the swordsman would rather break than bend when he goes forward? How did this guy escape?" The corner of Ye Feng's mouth twitched slightly. This change was so sudden that he was unprepared for the moment and watched helplessly as the sword was pulled lightly by the big metal hand.
Into a black hole.
Staring at the black hole that disappeared instantly, Ye Feng curled his lips and whispered to himself, "If you can escape, a monk cannot escape from the temple. I have already remembered your breath."
His nose twitched, and Ye Feng suddenly laughed, "It seems like there are two proud men over there."
