Ye Feng's eyes were very cold, without any emotional color, just like a killing machine.
Feeling the murderous intent released by Ye Feng, Yan Ruxue's delicate body couldn't help but take a few steps back, his face was bloodless.
So far, she has not reacted from the result of Ye Feng's life.
How could anyone in this world be so powerful?
Why can't Ye Feng be killed?
Soon, Yan Ruxue forced himself to calm down and dared not fight Ye Feng for his life, so he turned around and ran away.
Nothing is more important than your own life!
"What? The new generation of the Pope in the Holy See escaped like this? This is really ridiculous! But... the person I want to kill has never escaped!" Ye Feng smiled coldly and waved his hand.
In an instant,
Strands of dark aura quickly chased Yan Ruxue and circled around it, forming a confined space.
Bang! Bang!
Yan Ruxue felt the strongest danger in his life and quickly burst out all his strength, wanting to smash this space.
Unfortunately, Yan Ruxue's power was like rain entering the sea, and it could not cause any storm and waves, and it could not break the space barriers around her body.
Soon, Yan Ruxue's hairs blew up and she found that the space surrounding her was gradually shrinking.
Yan Ru's blood and sweat were flowing, pouring out her strength like crazy, but it was useless.
"Save me!" Yan Ruxue roared, looking at Huangfu Xingzhou, Ning Haoran and others in a way that asked for help.
But no one responded.
Now both Huangfu Xingzhou and Ning Haoran have suffered a certain backlash and are adjusting their injuries with all their might. Now Ye Feng turns to deal with Yan Ruxue, which is exactly what they want.
It’s worth it to kill Yan Ruxue, and he can fight off some of Ye Feng’s blood power!
As long as they can get this recovery time, it is easy to kill Ye Feng!
"No!"
Yan Ruxue was hoarse and her face was full of despair.
Quickly, the air in the entire confined space was consumed, Yan Ruxue showed a ferocious look, his face turned pale, and his body couldn't help but twitch.
"Ye Feng! No! Mr. Ye... I can surrender to you! I can deal with these hypocritical dynasty lords! Mr. Ye... As long as you don't kill me, I can satisfy you in anything! Please
...Don't kill me! I don't want to die yet!" Yan Ruxue only felt that he could no longer breathe, and the power on his body was constantly being pulled away.
What scared her the most was that the space was still compressing, and if it continued, she would be crushed into particles.
She finally got to where she is today, how could she die like this!
She is unwilling to give up!
She has not yet made the Holy See the No. 1 force in the martial arts world, and she has not yet become the real pope!
"Don't you want to die? That's great! Because you really want to die, no one can save you!" Ye Feng showed a bloodthirsty smile, his big hand continued to wave, and blood flashed in his pupils.
Gradually,
Yan Ruxue slowly lost his consciousness and completely fell into the illusion drawn by Ye Feng, unable to break free.
Tortures that make life worse than death come one after another.
Yan Ruxue's roar kept ringing.
Finally, the space was annihilated, and Yan Ruxue's body was compressed into particles in extreme despair and fear, and completely dissipated in the world with the breeze.
After dealing with Yan Ruxue, Ye Feng's face became paler. He glanced at Wang Junwan who was close to him. He raised his eyebrows and slapped him out, and snorted coldly: "Don't let me see you again in the future,
roll!"
After all, Ye Feng still thought of some love for Wang Junwan.
Next,
Ye Feng's eyes locked on Zhao Yijian, looked at Zhao Yijian's trembling appearance and mocked: "A waste like you actually practices swordsmanship, which is simply a shame for swordsmanship!"
"Zhao Yijian, you don't need to use your sword! As long as you can kill Ye Feng, I will be the king of you!" Huangfu Xingzhou, the owner of the Great Xia Dynasty, said in a deep voice, with purple air surging all over his body, and he was fully recovering from his injuries.
In order to be able to fully control the situation, he must not put himself in danger.
He wants to make himself the strongest person present at all times!
Only in this way can he be invincible.
Listening to Huangfu Xingzhou's words, Zhao Yijian gritted his teeth and did not retreat. His pupils were filled with murderous intent. He held his five fingers tightly with his sword at his waist and said in a low voice: "Ye Feng, don't force me, you should know this.
How powerful is the sword? With your current strength, it is impossible to block this sword. If you retreat, I can't kill you!"
If he had not reached the desperate situation, Zhao Yijian would not want to fight Ye Feng to the death!
If this sword goes out, at least it will cause him to be seriously injured and dying!
This is his only trump card.
"You are too noisy! You don't even dare to draw a sword. You should stop practicing swordsmanship!" Ye Feng did not stop at all and continued to approach Zhao Yijian, with a look of excitement in his eyes.
Ye Feng has been coveting Zhao Yijian's life and death sword for a long time!
Perhaps he can understand his sword skills again from this sword!
"Since you are looking for death, I will give you my best wishes. Go to purgatory and repent with the King of Hell!" Zhao Yijian gritted his teeth and suddenly pulled out his sword from his waist. In an instant, all his power was completely swallowed by this sword.
The whole person seemed to have become part of this sword.
At the same time, the wind and clouds surging, and the sword energy roared!
Zhao Yijian's face was extremely pale, and layers of blood exploded on his body, his breathing became extremely rapid, and a sword light illuminated the entire Forbidden City.
Suddenly, a sword energy like a dragon took shape, facing Ye Feng.
"So...so strong!"
"This sword... can be said to be the most domineering and powerful sword I have ever seen. How did Zhao Yijian do it!"
"It is obvious that this sword was definitely not created by Zhao Yijian. This sword almost completely swallowed Zhao Yijian's power. If Zhao Yijian was stronger, this sword would probably be more than this power. Ye Feng would be in danger again!"
"A sword of life and death, either Ye Feng dies or Zhao Yijian dies!"
"Well... Zhao Yijian actually left half a point. Such a person who is greedy and afraid of death really ruined the power of this sword!"
Ye Feng's eyes became brighter and brighter when he was facing the sword of life and death.
From this sword, he seemed to see how he would go about his future sword and martial arts path.
Everything... seems to be like this.
One sword, life and death!
One punch determines the outcome!
Suddenly, Ye Feng's understanding became more and more, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
It was at this moment that Zhao Yijian had accumulated momentum and melted his whole body into one, rushing towards Ye Feng, and the sound of curses sounded: "Ye Feng, die for me! die for me!"
"Ha, I'm afraid you will be the one who dies! Your sword... made me realize it!"
Ye Feng smiled lightly, and blue veins appeared on his arm. He held the hilt of the Yanhuang Great Sword again and accumulated momentum in an instant.