From beginning to end, he had a cat-and-mouse mentality, but just now, he felt like he was dying.
The flying knife that broke through the skin between his eyebrows made him shudder. If he had woken up a second later, the flying knife might have really pierced his head.
"Except for the interstellar battlefield, I haven't been injured in more than ten years!" The rolling internal force seemed to be solidifying, turning into tiny crystal grains, lingering around Xiang Zhuang's body.
"Little bastard, you made me understand again the truth that a lion must fight a rabbit with all his strength!"
Xiang Zhuang slowly raised his head, with a cold expression on his face, as if it were the ice of the far north.
"Sword coming!!!"
"Buzz!"
The silver crystal grains surrounding him quickly condensed and turned into a sharp long sword.
The shadow of the sword is dense, and the evil spirit is lingering.
Xiang Zhuang's eyes were cold, he looked down at the sword, and said word by word: "This sword is called Slaughter. It was made from the 30,000 interstellar barbarians I killed. Little bastard, you can die under Slaughter. You should feel that
pride!"
Feeling the overwhelming evil aura emanating from the slaughter, Ye Feng's expression remained unchanged, but there was a look of fear in his eyes.
"boom!!!"
A burst of air bursting out from the Xiangzhuang Tianling Cap, dispersing the metal powder formed by flying knives in all directions.
"Clang!"
The mother knife broke apart and was thrown out.
Xiang Zhuang is like the god of death from hell, his eyes are like lightning, and he slowly raises his head with his right hand.
"Xiang Zhuang dances with sword?"
Seeing the slaughter in Xiang Zhuang's hands, Ye Feng had a strange look on his face.
According to the history of the previous life, Xiang Zhuang's sword dance was intended for Pei Gong, so his death was approaching.
"kill!"
With a shout, like a thunderous explosion, Xiang Zhuang's figure suddenly disappeared from the place, leaving only a cold afterimage.
"Roar!!!"
With a low roar, Ye Feng suddenly flapped his blood-red bat wings, and his whole body turned into a scar, affecting Xiang Zhuang!
“Clang Clang Clang!!!”
The jet-black nails are like a magical weapon, constantly resisting the slaughtering sword that comes from behind.
"Slaughter!!!"
Xiang Zhuang sheathed his sword suddenly, his eyes blazing with fierce light. Behind him, the overwhelming murderous intention turned into thousands of troops, carrying the momentum of breaking bamboo, crushing towards Ye Feng.
"Little bastard, these are the dead souls killed by the Slaughter Sword!"
Ye Feng raised his eyelids, and the strange look on his face became more intense. This soul attack was indeed a killer move for others.
But Ye Feng is a zombie, with intelligence but no soul.
With low roars, the dark corpse energy rolled out and swept towards thousands of troops, like dark clouds, covering the sky and the sun.
At the same time, Ding Peng, wearing a soul-stirring suit and holding a magic knife, listened to the spring rain in the small building all night, and rushed to the place where Ye Feng and Xiang Zhuang fought.
"The artistic conception merges with the emptiness, the strongest person in the Yangshen realm!"
Ding Peng's face was solemn as he stared at the ever-twisting void ahead.
"call!"
Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Ding Peng slowly placed his right hand on the handle of the knife, closed his eyes slowly, and became calmer and calmer with each breath.
Time passes little by little!
Suddenly!
Ding Peng suddenly opened his eyes, and a bright white light flashed across his eyes, like the brightest moonlight in the night.
"cut!!!"
"Choke!"
"Woooooooo!!!"
The Devil's Sword House listened to the spring rain unsheathing all night, as if there were endless evil spirits breaking the seal. At the same time, a dark and cold sword intent, accompanied by ghosts crying and wolf howling, stood on the ripples formed by the power of artistic conception.
"Bah!"
It's like the cloth is torn.
A gap appeared in front of Ding Peng.
"puff!"
At the same time, Ding Peng's face turned pale, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out. He held the magic knife tightly and listened to Chun Yu's right hand trembling violently all night.
"ah!!!"
In his mind, Xiang Zhuang suddenly screamed, and cracks appeared on his ferocious face, and bright red blood spurted out.
Ye Feng suddenly raised his head, a stern smile appeared on his face, reached out with his right hand, and caught a drop of blood.
"Xue Ming Hand!!!"
"damn it!!!"
Xiang Zhuang's expression changed drastically, his eyes were full of murderous intent, he felt his heart beating violently uncontrollably, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze.
"River of Blood!!!"
"Crash!"
A sound of running water sounded inside Ye Feng's body.
Xiang Zhuang's pupils shrank suddenly, and the blood in his body was still and moving, making him extremely uncomfortable!
"Crackdown!!!"
Taking a deep breath, Xiang Zhuang used his internal energy to suppress the sudden boiling of his blood.
"It's now!"
Seeing Xiang Zhuang trying his best to suppress the boiling blood in his body, Ye Feng suddenly flapped his blood-colored bat wings and leaned forward.
"You little bastard, even though you have many tricks, you are still going to die!"
Suddenly, Xiang Zhuang raised his head, with a ferocious smile on his face.
"die!"
The Slaughter Sword turned into a cold light and pierced into Ye Feng's chest.
"Lovers Arrow!"
"Boohoo!"
One red and one black, like two lightning bolts, suddenly reflected in Xiang Zhuang's eyes.
quick!
Like lightning!
Even beyond lightning.
"Puff!!!"
"ah!!!"
Xiang Zhuang screamed miserably, his eyes were pierced by two sharp arrows, one red and one black. The blood flowing out was black and red, and was filled with a fishy smell.
Ye Feng raised his right hand, pulled out the Slaughter Sword, and put it into the space ring.
The dark corpse energy rolled in the wound, and in just two breaths, the wound healed.
"You little bastard, you deserve death!!!"
Xiang Zhuang stumbled to the ground, with a look of pain on his face, and growled: "Blow it up!!!"
"Boom!"
The sky and the earth were eclipsed, with cracks filling the entire sky like lightning!
"At this point, do you still think you can kill me?"
Ye Feng's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light, and the corpse energy in his body rolled out without any reservation, resisting the power of the rolling artistic conception.
"Bah!"
The nails, which are as black as ink, are like magical weapons, with strange lines flowing through them, tearing apart the power of artistic conception that is blocking them.
"call out!"
As soon as the figure moved, Ye Feng appeared in front of and behind Xiangzhuang, his right hand turned into a claw and grabbed his Tianling Gai.
"Boom!!!"
At the same time, a sonic boom sounded from a distance.
Ding Peng turned around suddenly, his pupils contracted, feeling the majestic momentum roaring from the distance, "The most powerful man in the Yangshen Realm!!!"
"Keep someone under your command!"
Before anyone arrived, the sound was like thunder, filling the space.
Within the artistic conception, Ye Feng listened to the rolling sound, his face was instantly shrouded in black mist, and his five fingers suddenly dropped.
"Han Xin, save me!!!"
Hearing the voice of the visitor, Xiang Zhuang's face showed a look of survival, and he raised his head and roared.
"Even if God comes, you will definitely die!!!"
The five fingers exerted force, nearly 20,000 kilograms of strength, without any reservation!
"Crack!"
The five fingers were like sharp magical weapons, directly piercing Xiang Zhuang's skull, and the brain matter spurted out.
With a flick of his right hand, he put Xiang Zhuang's corpse into the space ring. Ye Feng's figure moved and appeared next to Ding Peng, grabbing him and saying, "Death Bone Horse!"
"Yuyuyuyu!!!"
A black shadow flickered and appeared next to Ye Feng.
