"Yan Feng, we are also old enemies. Let's settle it today!"
Yuan Yicheng put his hands together, and the vitality in his body exploded, all of which was injected into the two gloves. Suddenly, the gloves emitted a bright light and turned into two purple clouds.
"Your cultivation has reached the peak of the eighth heaven, and the vitality in your body is five hundred inches thick." Yan Feng's expression became extremely solemn.
Yan Feng has always wanted to kill Yuan Yicheng, earn merit points and bounties, and increase his reputation. In the past few confrontations, Yuan Yicheng's vitality thickness was only about 400 inches. How could it suddenly increase so much?
"Haha! I only know now that it's too late!"
"Cloud Shaking Hand."
Yuan Yicheng suddenly stepped on the ground, cracking the ground and sinking a large area. With the help of the rebound, he instantly appeared in front of Yan Feng, turned his hands into palms, and attacked brazenly.
The palm force sealed an area several feet away, giving Yan Feng no chance to dodge.
"It doesn't matter if you have a stronger cultivation level. I have a two-star elemental weapon level sword, so I may not lose to you."
The war sword in Yan Feng's hand showed thirteen weapon marks, and suddenly the flames shot up ten feet high, dragged out an arc, and collided with two purple clouds.
"Bang."
Half purple, half crimson energy surged out in all directions.
Immediately afterwards, there was a "crash" sound, and a large number of boulders fell from above.
As the dust slowly dissipated, the figures of Yan Feng and Yuan Yicheng were revealed. Yan Feng was seriously injured, and there was a bloody handprint on his chest. Even wearing the Qinghu martial robe, he could not defend himself.
Yuan Yicheng also had a sword wound on his abdomen.
However, the defensive armor dispelled most of the power, and the wound was not deep.
Yuan Yicheng walked towards Yan Feng step by step, and said with a cold smile: "You have been hit by my Cloud Shaking Hand, and the vitality in your body has been disordered. How many levels of strength can you still use? Yan Feng, today is your day of death."
The two were less than a foot apart.
"Ouch!"
Yuan Yicheng made a palm print with his right hand, and a deafening roar of a tiger erupted from his body, creating a huge purple tiger shadow.
There was no trace of fear on Yan Feng's face, but instead a smile appeared: "Why did you suddenly become so arrogant? Don't I have a way to hide it?"
"Wow."
Behind Yan Feng, the stone layer was broken open, and a centipede more than ten meters long rushed out. Phosphorus fire was burning on the centipede, and it wrapped around the purple tiger shadow, and then rushed towards Yuan Yicheng.
"Phosphorus Fire Centipede."
The centipede twitched its tail and hit the lower part of Yuan Yicheng's neck.
The sharp centipede legs, like saw teeth, directly cut off Yuan Yicheng's collarbone, leaving a shocking wound, and his body was almost cut into two pieces.
The Phosphorus Fire Centipede is a second-grade high-level earth beast. It was born by swallowing the phosphorus fire in the burial ground. The temperature of the flames emitted from its body is dozens of times higher than that of the phosphorus fire. Its combat power is by no means weaker than that of the Great Martial Arts Sutra.
》Eighth Heavenly Warrior.
Yuan Yicheng was seriously injured. The pain caused by the burning of the wound spread to his flesh and bone marrow, causing him to almost faint.
Looking at the phosphorus fire centipede, Yuan Yicheng felt extremely unwilling, but in the end, he chose to retreat.
"Where to escape... uh..."
Yan Feng had just taken two steps to catch up when he was injured and had to give an order to Phosphorus Fire Centipede, saying: "Catch up and kill Yuan Yicheng."
Yuan Yicheng's speed was too fast, so the Phosphorus Fire Centipede naturally couldn't catch up.
After escaping from the mine, Yuan Yicheng rushed into the dark jungle without caring about healing his injuries.
After escaping for dozens of miles, Yuan Yicheng stopped to rest out of breath. His eyes were extremely cold, and he said to himself: "It seems that I can only go to the Ghost Palace and seek refuge with my master. With my talent, I will soon be able to reach my father."
In such a state, when the time comes, all blood feuds will be settled one by one. The Lin family, Yan Feng... you just wait..."
A voice came from the forest: "You ran so fast, I finally caught up with you!"
"who?"
Yuan Yicheng immediately turned around and released his sense of energy.
However, his sense of touch didn't detect anything, as if he had just heard an auditory hallucination. Or maybe it was a ghost talking.
"Swish."
Four figures in a row flashed across the top of the forest.
Each figure had white hair and a white jade mask, and they were three feet apart. By the time the fifth figure appeared, he had already fallen to the ground.
At the same time, the four white-haired figures in mid-air disappeared one after another.
Yuan Yicheng was secretly surprised by such a strange movement, but he was not frightened and said in a deep voice: "Zang Feng, you finally showed up! I should have guessed that you are a saint of Qinghe Holy Mansion."
Lin Ke said: "Since you know that I am a saint, why don't you run away quickly?"
"Haha! You are just relying on your speed to prevent me from running away... Ahem." Yuan Yicheng coughed violently, blood dripping from his mouth.
Lin Ke shook his head slightly and said: "You are so seriously injured, how dare you underestimate your opponent."
Yuan Yicheng and the remnants of Blood Clothes Castle massacred more than a hundred members of the Lin family. Today, Lin Ke must kill him. His head will be used as a memorial to those who died in vain.
"Even Lin Zhe can resist my flying knife. Yuan Yicheng is far stronger than Lin Zhe. I'm afraid he won't be able to hurt him from a long distance."
Lin Ke held a flying knife and rushed towards Yuan Yicheng. The bright moon and cinnamon energy in his body mobilized, flowed throughout his body, and poured into his palms. At this moment, the light from the moon in the sky seemed to be converging towards him.
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Although Yuan Yicheng was seriously injured, Lin Ke did not dare to underestimate him at all. After all, there was a huge gap in cultivation between the two sides.
"Well come."
Yuan Yicheng held up a purple giant tiger shadow and wrapped it around his body, staring at Lin Ke intently, capturing his every move.
After entering within ten feet, Lin Ke went all out and shot out the sword.
"Whoosh!"
The speed of the flying knife is as fast as a thunderous roar.
Yuan Yicheng struck faster and hit the flying knife with one punch. Immediately, a large metal spark exploded from his fist.
"Whoosh!"
Changing his body shape and appearing in another direction in an instant, Lin Ke mobilized the two types of alien energy and transformed them into the light energy of the sun and moon. He fired the flying knife again and hit Yuan Yicheng's vest.
Yuan Yicheng's figure was like a swimming dragon, twisting suddenly and dodging away.
Immediately, he laughed: "Your flying knife is indeed powerful, but your cultivation is too weak, how can you possibly hurt me? Your vitality is less than two hundred inches thick, right?"
The next moment, Yuan Yicheng rushed out quickly and took the initiative to attack Lin Ke.
Lin Ke naturally couldn't fight him head-on, so he immediately used a one-step technique, changed his body shape four times in a row, and got rid of Yuan Yicheng's pursuit.
After this series of fights, Yuan Yicheng's injuries became more serious, and he wanted to retreat in his heart, saying: "Zang Feng, you can't kill me, and I can't kill you, there is no need to continue fighting. Let's stop here today!
"
"Who said I can't kill you?" Lin Ke said.
Yuan Yicheng laughed: "Even your most powerful flying knife technique can't kill me. What else can you do?"
"Then I'll let you see it."
Lin Ke raised his head, looked at the surrounding jungle, and said: "The fog is already so thick, it seems that dawn will come soon."
Immediately, Lin Ke raised his left hand and grabbed it into the void.
The soul covered it, and suddenly, the mist in the jungle with a radius of a hundred miles gathered like a white stream, condensing into a white dragon more than ten miles long.
Seeing this scene, Yuan Yicheng was stunned.
"Wow——"
Lin Ke grabbed the white dragon's tail and struck Yuan Yicheng like a banished immortal dancing with a long dragon.
Yuan Yicheng was shocked and quickly went all out to unleash the Purple Tiger's vitality.
To his surprise, the white dragon was so powerful that it shattered instantly when he struck it, as easily as crushing a balloon.
"It turned out to be a bluff, I thought...no, why is there such a heavy fog all of a sudden?" Yuan Yicheng sensed something was wrong.
Although Bai Long was shattered, the fog that originally covered a hundred miles in radius now gathered near him. The fog was so thick that he couldn't even see his own toes and hands in the vast expanse of white in front of him.
What frightened Yuan Yicheng even more was that his Yuan sense could not sense Zang Feng at all.
"Escape, you must escape from this white mist immediately."
Just as Yuan Yicheng had this idea, a flying knife was placed on his neck, exuding an icy energy.
"Spare my life... From now on, you will be my master." Yuan Yicheng said tremblingly.
The previous arrogance and confidence were gone.
He really wanted to live. As long as he lived, there were endless possibilities. With his talent, he should have a more brilliant life, and he shouldn't die here.
"If begging for mercy is helpful, how come so many people were killed by Blood Clothes Castle?"
"Pfft."
With a swing of the flying knife, Lin Ke cut off Yuan Yicheng's head.
"Let's all disperse!"
Lin Ke used his soul to disperse the white mist around him.
With his current understanding and control of the soul, he can only mobilize the simplest mist to create the best killing environment and maximize his own advantages.
"As the young master of the fort, Yuan Yicheng should have a lot of banknotes on his body, right?" Lin Ke stared at the corpse on the ground, looking forward to it in his heart.