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Chapter 335 Demonic Whip

Chapter 335 Demonic Whip

Yi Feng opened his eyes and jumped up. Before Zhao Kun could react, Yi Feng swung his leg and hit Zhao Kun on the chin.

Zhao Kun flew out gorgeously again.

"Damn it! Xue Ying, you are cheating on me!" Zhao Kun's miserable and unclear curse sounded in mid-air, and he fell three feet away like a broken sack.

"Boy, you're okay!" Seeing Yi Feng suddenly become alive and kicking, a look of fear flashed across Xue Ying's face. The other person had been seriously injured before, but now he suddenly got better, which made Xue Ying feel even more...

What was shocking was that the opponent's cultivation aura actually went from the fifth level of spirit transformation to the seventh level of spirit transformation.

"Xue Ying, how about my secret technique?" Yi Feng moved his arms, and there was a crackling sound of bones on his body.

"Secret method?" Xue Ying narrowed his eyes, "Your secret method is indeed powerful. It can be upgraded to two levels in a row and recover injuries. However, the stronger the effect, the greater the sequelae. This should be your last resort."

Xue Ying naturally knows the existence of secret techniques. Generally, secret techniques can directly improve the cultivation strength. Being able to increase two levels is already considered extremely powerful. However, correspondingly, the sequelae of the secret techniques are not something that ordinary people can bear.

"Boy, what about the seventh level of spirit transformation? You are still no match for me." Xue Ying's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Zhao Kun was lying on the ground dying. He could not explain to Zhao Kun's grandfather. Now he could only attack Yi Feng.

Kill him, and then plead guilty. No matter what, Yi Feng will definitely die.

"Not necessarily!" The corner of Yi Feng's mouth curved in an inexplicable arc, and a faint green light appeared on his body. The fluctuations in the green light were extremely unique, containing both the aura of the devil and the power of holiness.

Naturally, Yi Feng's sudden improvement in cultivation was not due to the use of secret techniques, but to the fact that he obtained the aura of the Demonic Buddha from the mysterious and powerful Mo Daozi.

The wood carving of the Demon Buddha that Yi Feng obtained before contained a trace of Demon Daozi. When this breath entered his own divine sea, it actually accelerated the integration of the Demon Buddha's power, and a large amount of Demon Buddha's power was generated, constantly

The gathering of Dantian not only improves Yi Feng's cultivation, restores the body's injuries, but also transforms Yi Feng's physique. It can be said that this breath is even more useful than the original Buddha's infinite holy Buddha breath, because it can completely solve Yi Feng's physical condition.

physical problems.

"Hmph! Let me see where your confidence comes from!" Xue Ying finished speaking, and his figure flickered like a roc spreading its wings, rushing towards Yi Feng with great power.

Facing Xue Ying's attack this time, Yi Feng's face showed excitement.

"Well done!" The moment Xue Ying approached, Yi Feng stretched out his palm, and the word "卍" appeared in his palm.

"Infinite Jue, Buddha's Heart Palm!"

On the palm of his hand, light shone brightly, and as soon as Xue Ying approached, he was repelled with a bang.

Rub rub rub...

Xue Ying took a dozen steps back before he could stabilize his figure, and looked at Yi Feng with eyes filled with fear.

"This...how is this possible?"

The power of Yi Feng's palm was beyond Xue Ying's expectation, but Xue Ying could not tell the origin of the Buddha's Heart Palm with his knowledge.

The exercises in Xue Ying's body were running, resolving the discomfort in his body. Although he was not injured, his breath was still turbulent and there was a dull pain in his meridians.

"Xue Ying, it was great that you suppressed me before. Now it's my turn." A cold smile appeared on Yi Feng's face, and he raised his palm, and a black light condensed in his palm, and instantly transformed into a black

whip.

The spirit transformation state can condense spirits into form, but generally it cannot last long, but now the black whip transformed by the spiritual power in Yi Feng's hand is like a substance, emitting powerful fluctuations.

"The breath of the devil, boy, you are indeed a person of the devil! Today I will do justice for heaven and kill the evil spirits!" Xue Ying shouted sternly with a righteous air.

"What you say is so high-sounding, but what you do is just a petty deed. Xue Ying, Zhao Kun is trying to occupy Lu Tihong, and you are helping him to do evil, just like him." Yi Feng waved the whip in his hand slightly, bringing out streaks of black light and shadow.

"Shut up! Everyone will punish the followers of the devil. How can Xue allow you to preach? Don't say that Zhao Kun just occupied Lu Tihong. Even if you are cut into thousands of pieces, you should be killed. This is to do justice for heaven!" Xue Ying!

He was furious, and his aura rose again.

"What a man who upholds justice for heaven. No wonder good and evil are incompatible."

Under the banner of righteousness, doing despicable things and taking it for granted, Yi Feng has seen through Xue Ying's mind, or this is what the other party has always thought.

"Boy, I will not let you go today no matter what. You must die!" Xue Ying flipped his palms and took out a golden long sword. The sword light was like water, and it exuded the spiritual power fluctuations of the Mysterious Level. It was a Mysterious Level sword.

Advanced sword weapon.

Xue Ying held a long sword in his hand and transformed into an afterimage, rushing towards Yi Feng.

Xue Ying had not been injured before, he was almost in peak condition, and the power he exuded when using weapons was extremely powerful.

However, facing Xue Ying who was fighting with all his strength, Yi Feng was not afraid, but was filled with fighting spirit.

The breath of Mo Daozi solved Yi Feng's physical problem. Although Yi Feng only returned to the seventh level of spirit transformation, he was able to exert the power of the Holy Buddha and the power of the devil. The two have merged with each other and are no longer a single entity.

With the power, Yi Feng can display the infinite techniques he has practiced in this life and the demonic skills in his previous life, and his power is even greater than before.

What Yi Feng has transformed into now is a demonic technique from his previous life, called the Demonic Qi Whip. Although it is an illusion of true energy, it is like substance, and its quality is equivalent to the level of the Mysterious Order.

Seeing Xue Ying approaching quickly, Yi Feng flicked the demonic whip in his palm, and a black halo of light appeared and headed towards Xue Ying.

"Hmph! A little trick!"

Xue Ying looked disdainful. He had fought against people of the devil many times, so he naturally knew the methods commonly used by people of the devil. The aura of the devil can generally affect the opponent's strength. If he wanted to break it, he would use the power of thunder to annihilate him.

"Golden light shines, illuminate the sword!" Xue Ying shouted, and the golden sword struck out with a bang. The light on the sword's body shone brightly, and wherever it passed, the black halo dissipated rapidly.

Yi Feng's expression did not change, the whip in his hand kept shaking, and circles of light kept appearing, wrapping around the golden sword.

At first, the golden sword still had an unstoppable momentum, but within a few breaths, the golden sword seemed to be stuck in the mud and could no longer fall. At this time, the golden sword was less than three feet away from Yi Feng's head.

Xue Ying held the sword in both hands, his face turned red, and the energy in his body was running wildly. He wanted to strike down, but he was only a few feet away, but it felt like the end of the world.

"Xue Ying, you are no match for me now!" Yi Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the magic whip in his hand was like a spiritual snake coming out of its hole, and instantly wrapped around Xue Ying's body. No matter how hard he struggled, it was of no avail.

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