Then a sound of water splashes continued to sound, and handfuls of green flying swords flew out of the water, just hitting the sword light, making a series of harsh sounds.

The black sword light shattered inch by inch, and the blue swords also stagnated, and the momentum of progress was exhausted.

Zhong Ruan retreated with the power of the recoil and landed again on the back of the black crane. His eyes looked at Yang Feng with a gloomy look.

Zhong Ruan seemed to have thought of something, and said with a little moved expression: "I didn't expect that you could actually break my evil spirit. Even if your spiritual consciousness is far beyond the same level, it is absolutely impossible to do it unless you practice the forbidden technique."

Yang Feng ignored the other party at all. He used a move in his hands, and the immortal sword flew back immediately, merged back in the void, and turned into a long blue sword and fell into the palm of his hand.

Seeing that Yang Feng was not speaking, Zhong Ruan chuckled and said, "No wonder Dumer was chasing you before. It seems that there are indeed many secrets hidden in you. I am now a little impatient to imprison your Nascent Soul and then investigate it well."

Yang Feng's face remained light and said, "You seem to be talking too much!"

After saying this, the treasure wheel in Yang Feng's body immediately reversed, and more than 40 groups of Taoist patterns lit up at the same time. His figure disappeared from the spot, and did not even leave any afterimage in the air, and it came to the back of the black crane like teleportation.

The long sword in Yang Feng's hand was made of green light and stabbed it out with one sword, directly piercing Zhong Ruan's chest.

Zhong Ruan widened his eyes and looked disbelief.

Zhong Ruan lowered his head and looked at his chest, and saw a big hole had been broken there, and black blood was flowing out, soaking his clothes in an instant.

The black crane screamed, "Master!"

Seeing this, Yang Feng pulled out the long sword in his hand from Zhong Ruan's chest without saying a word, and then his body retreated.

Yang Feng had just left the back of the black crane, and the bell he pierced by him softened into a black mist and disappeared. He was just a substitute condensed by evil energy.

In another sky, a black mist surged out, and Zhong Ruan's figure reappeared, and the eyes looking at Yang Feng no longer looked contemptuous.

Yang Feng felt a little depressed. He did not recover to the 108 Taoist wheels. When his magical powers reversed, he could not achieve the best effect, so when he fought against the man in front of him, he could no longer achieve the same kind of killing effect as before.

Zhong Ruan looked at Yang Feng with a serious expression and said, "Very good, I underestimated you. I didn't expect that you had comprehended the law of speed like Du Mo. The speed was still above him. No wonder you could kill him."

Yang Feng did not correct the other party's misunderstanding of the power of his law, but asked: "You can avoid my previous attack. It seems that it has something to do with Dumer?"

Zhong Ruan said: "Yes, you have some knowledge. My move is to prevent my junior brother. Who made him respected by his master and his sharpness is too strong. I have to be careful, but I didn't expect it to be used here today."

While Zhong Ruan was talking, his other hand was quietly pinching the magic trick.

In his palm, circles of strange patterns began to light up blood-red light, and the skin on the surface of his body covered by his black cloak also began to turn into a light red color.

Seeing this, the black crane flashed with fear in his eyes. Two black lights under his wings slowly flashed, obviously he was ready to rush away at any time.

Yang Feng put all this into his eyes, but his expression did not change at all. He was hanging in front of him, blocking his figure like a shield. He held the blue long sword tightly in one hand, and the other palm was in the sleeve. A black light flashed in the palm of his palm, and two heavy water-patterned thunder rolled out.

Accompanied by a slight chanting sound, Zhongru's pupils turned into blood-red, and wisps of light red mist began to emerge outside his body. The black long sword in his hand also flashed, and it was dyed with blood from top to bottom.

Yang Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, and he suddenly noticed that the aura of the man in front of him was undergoing obvious changes. Although he could also smell a trace of evil aura, it was not the kind of evil aura he felt before.

“It’s over.”

Zhong Ruan said, and his whole person turned into a blood shadow and disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he suddenly appeared at the lower right side of Yang Feng, and he slapped the long sword in his hand and slashed at his ribs at a very tricky angle.

Yang Feng had expected this, and turned his wrist and slashed the sword down, and suddenly attacked the blood-colored sword. The whole person flew backwards with the force, quickly distanced from Zhong Ruan.

While his figure swept away, the two heavy water-patterned thunders slid down quietly, falling in front of Zhong Ruan.

One of the purple thunder patterns on the surface suddenly lit up, and then it made a "boom" sound.

Immediately afterwards, a violent purple arc spread out in all directions, covering the sea area of ​​hundreds of feet in a radius.

Before the sound could be stopped, a light lit up on another heavy water-patterned thunder. Somewhat is that what lights up on this patterned thunder is a golden light.

"Boom" another explosion!

On the sea surface, two black suns with a radius of hundreds of feet rose one after another, and the golden light broke and purple light roared, reflecting each other.

As the sun burst, Zhong Ruan's figure was no longer visible. Only the waves on the sea surface were shattered, the sea water was evaporated, and countless black dust rushed towards all directions, turning into a spherical air wave, rolling towards the sea surface, pressing the surrounding void so much that it was shaking.

The sea water in the nearby sea rolled up huge waves hundreds of feet high and rushed towards all directions.

The black crane saw that the situation was not good, and had already rolled its wings into a ball of black flames and fled rapidly. At this moment, it was hanging in the sky thousands of feet away, looking at this far away in a horror.

"The evil-proof divine thunder is more powerful..."

Yang Feng murmured as he watched the aftermath not dispersed on the sea surface, purple and golden arcs flashed everywhere.

The two heavy water-patterned thunders he threw out just now were made by him in the ocean of thunder and lightning combined with the power of the purple crystal ball, and the other was made by him after he re-sacrificing the Immortal Sword and combining the evil-repelling divine thunder.

The former has consumed a lot of tasks in the sect and the Impermanence Sect in recent years, and there are not many of them on him. The latter's refining process is very difficult, and he has not been able to refine too many.

After using it together this time, it can be seen that the heavy water-patterned thunder that combines the evil-proof divine thunder is even more powerful.

When the momentum on the sea surface fades, you can see strands of broken cloak debris floating on the water surface, and pieces of Yin Hong's blood and the hazy blood mist shrouded on the water surface can be seen everywhere.

Seeing this, Yang Feng had no relaxed expression in his eyes, but instead had a hint of solemnity.

He could sense that the breath of the man was scattered everywhere on the sea surface of thousands of feet around.

At this moment, a strange scene appeared!

On the sea surface that had been dyed into blood-red, suddenly, red bubbles of bowl size began to appear, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, densely covered the sea area of ​​hundreds of miles.

Yang Feng frowned slightly, and his eyes swept towards the area quickly.

I saw the waves overturned on the open and red sea surface, and blood surged, and more than a hundred huge shadows slowly floated up from the depths of the seabed from different distances.

What followed was a burst of bloody smell that made people feel like vomiting.

Yang Feng activated the secret technique to protect the sea of ​​consciousness, staring at the sea with a slight flash of blue light in his eyes, and subconsciously tightened his hand holding the sword.

However, the next moment, an unexpected scene appeared.

I saw more than a hundred shadows breaking through the water waves and floating out one after another. However, the figures exposed were strange-shaped monsters under the sea, including sea-finned horses that looked like horses but had no four hooves, but had double-finned horses, and thorny turtles carrying thick armor and spiked thorns on them, as well as sea-whale that was nearly ten feet tall but was gentle by nature...

Yang Feng has seen these monsters in some classics, and his cultivation level is different. The most powerful one is even at the level of the true fairyland, but now, without exception, all of them are all facing upwards, and there is no breath coming from their bodies. They are dead to death.

There are huge round holes in their abdomen, and bright red blood is flowing out from it, smudged in the sea water, like huge blood-colored gauze.

When Yang Feng looked at his wound, he suddenly found that the flesh at the hole was turned outward. It seemed that it was not caused by external attacks, but that it exploded from his body.

"Ao..."

A sound that was almost like a beast roar sounded, and the water suddenly splashed in the sea below, rolling up huge waves of thousands of feet high.

A blood-red hand, a hundred feet tall, suddenly separated the waves of water, suddenly poked out from the sea, and grabbed Yang Feng.

Yang Feng's eyes sterned, he raised his foot and stepped suddenly in the void, and rushed away, trying to avoid the giant hand.

However, in the direction he was rushing away, another giant blood-colored hand reached out, blocking his way, and grabbed him with five fingers.

Seeing this, Yang Feng's body shone brightly, changed direction and quickly fled.

But at this moment, in front of and behind him, two blood-colored giant hands suddenly poked out, just like a monk chanting scriptures, coming together to the middle.

This blood-colored giant hand was so fast that before Yang Feng could react, he was immediately stuck in his palm.
Chapter completed!