The two of them were swept away by the ripples of the collision, both of them were quite violent.
The aura on their bodies suddenly declined.
Seems evenly matched.
However, at this moment, an object appeared again in Yu Wencheng's hand, which was a drop of silver-white blood.
This drop of blood appeared, and a shadow exuding a monstrous killing aura emerged in the void.
Even though it is just a shadow, it still exudes a scornful aura.
A strong sacred aura erupted all over the sky and the earth.
For a time, an endless frenzy arose in the square in front of the Sutra Pavilion, like a turbulent wave in the depths of the sea, which was very terrifying and frightening.
This phantom is a true strong man from the ancient gods.
Even though there are only five leaves between his eyebrows, he is a genuine immortal god and demon.
And at least he is also the god and demon of the Immortal Seventh Floor.
Even an insignificant drop of ordinary blood has the power to shatter the void and shatter the world.
Without saying a word, Yu Wencheng swallowed this drop of blood into his mouth.
In an instant, a monstrous blood energy burst out from Yu Wencheng's body, and the already terrifying little giant's body expanded again in an instant.
Even, between his eyebrows, illusory leaves appeared faintly.
In an instant, his momentum increased several times.
Yu Wencheng's forehead had veins popping out, looking extremely ferocious.
The ancient divine race's bloodline is strong, and it will constantly expel the human blood from the warrior's body.
In particular, it directly swallows the blood of the ancient gods, and the aura of the ancient gods bursts out in an instant, evaporating the human blood to a high degree.
The feeling was like a cramp peeling off the skin and going deep into the bone marrow.
Endless resentment and monstrous murderous thoughts suddenly burst out, forming a terrifying wave of air that crushed everything.
At this time, Xiao Qi's face really changed color, and there was an endless chill in his heart.
Especially when the magic spear in Yu Wencheng's hand stabbed out again.
This spear light is a bit scary. Everything in the world seems to be sinking under the destruction of the spear light.
"I think of running under the sunset, that is my lost youth!"
A little memory flashed through Xiao Qi's pupils.
Faced with Yu Wencheng's cheating tactics, Xiao Qi had no way to resist.
Seeing that spear light being continuously magnified in the pupils, there was no way to save him.
Her heart became calmer and calmer, and everything in her life flashed in her mind.
Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on her face.
"My relationship with Qin Feng doesn't seem to be that good. It doesn't seem worth sacrificing my life for a few of his children."
Xiao Qi couldn't help but complain.
I also recalled that the first time I talked with Qin Feng, the other person's words "little sister" made her look a little speechless and funny.
"Obviously he's just a little brother, why are you pretending!"
Xiao Qi blurted out.
"What little brother? Little sister, you are in a life-and-death battle right now. It's always bad to be distracted, right?"
At this moment, the familiar words "little sister" sounded again, leaving Xiao Qi stunned.
"Some people say that when you are about to die, you will think of the people closest to you. It was him who appeared in my mind. Now, even the hallucinations are his voice. Am I possessed?"
Xiao Qi couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
"Little sister, you have a lot of drama."
Needless to say, it was Qin Feng who spoke at this time.
He stretched out his palms to hold Xiao Qi in his arms, standing in the deepest part of the storm vortex.
A golden radiance burst out from his chest, manifesting into a supreme golden bell.
Countless mysterious divine patterns appeared on the golden bell cover. No matter how violent the surrounding storm was, they could not tear the golden bell cover apart.
It was not until Xiao Qi was picked up that he realized that he was not dead at all.
Looking at the leering figure in front of him, Xiao Qi was a little intoxicated.
But thinking about what she said just now, her face turned red with embarrassment.
Of course, she also had a more objective understanding of Qin Feng's strength.
The golden bell alone can burst out infinite power. How powerful will Qin Feng's invincible swordsmanship that everyone talks about really be?
"Golden Bell Cover? It turns out you are Qin Feng. No! The five-color sacred cow, I seem to have discovered a secret. In the secret realm of the Forest of Ten Thousand Steles, Ximen Chuixue who surrendered the five-color sacred cow should also be you! Interesting! Really interesting! This must be this
Once the news is disseminated, it should have a good impact."
Ximen Chuixue ruined many Long family warriors, it was just a small matter.
There is a nest of prepared divine sons from the sacred mountain, riding a five-color sacred bull, the majestic roc is regarded as a canary, and the Tengu clan is regarded as a mastiff.
Many gods from the sacred mountains are regarded as the most delicious food.
Any one of them touches the real taboo of the sacred mountain.
"Looks like I'm going to kill people and silence them too!"
Qin Feng's smile was a little cold.
"Killing people and silencing them? You just resisted my random attack and you think you are the king? It's really ridiculous!"
Yu Wencheng sneered.
The magic gun came towards Qin Feng.
Facing the scene of destruction, Qin Feng looked calm, like a fearless fighter.
The storm swept across the sky and blocked the sun.
Qin Feng only has knives in his heart.
He believes in his sword and is willing to put everything in his hands.
The knife comes out!
Silent!
It doesn't have any brilliance, it is very ordinary, not even a bit sharp.
It is very unusual!
Because it doesn't have any sharp aura about it.
After all, even the most ordinary spiritual weapon will exude its own halo and edge.
But the pig-killing knife in Qin Feng's hand turned out to be like a piece of mortal iron.
In other words, its ordinaryness is the greatest extraordinary thing.
Sure enough, it's really extraordinary.
The sword light passed through the violent storm without any stagnation. It was as simple as piercing a layer of window paper.
With the sword light as the boundary, heaven and earth seemed to be divided into two parts.
This is a strange feeling. The light of the sword is like a mirror, and the separate worlds are symmetrical to each other.
It looked very beautiful, but Yu Wencheng felt a strange awkwardness in his heart.
For a moment, even my own heart became messy.
Suddenly, an incomprehensible panic caused his face to turn ugly. It even gave rise to an illusion.
If he didn't dodge, he would probably be crushed by the sword in front of him.
At this time, some legends about Qin Feng flashed in his mind.
Organizations such as Shenshan Preparatory Son of God, Zhenyangmen Taibai Sword Sect and other saints, as well as the Long Family Professional Association were slapped in the face.
Coupled with the horror of this seemingly ordinary sword in front of him, Yu Wencheng felt withdrawn.
"As long as the news spreads that Ximen Chuixue and Qin Feng are the same person, there will be many people who will take his life. I don't have to fight to the death!"
This can be regarded as an excuse to retreat. Mysterious lines suddenly appeared on Yu Wencheng's body, crisscrossing together to form a magic circle.
Without saying a word, he had already stepped into the magic circle. (To be continued)