Chapter 234 Rampage
No one would have thought that Huang Liao would give up the dragon gun in his hand so easily, including Ye Feng.
So everyone was stunned when they saw this scene. When the disciples of Tianmen on the side of the scene saw Huang Liao's blow to Ye Feng, they abandoned the dragon gun without thinking.
Judging from the situation of the previous war, it is impossible for Huang Liao to be forced to abandon the dragon gun without any resistance.
Intentionally.
In the blink of an eye, this idea came to everyone's mind, and there was no other explanation for Huang Liao's behavior.
Just when others didn't know why, Ye Feng's hair was creepy, and he realized the extreme bad when his hair stood upside down.
"Go to hell!"
In a faint time, Ye Feng understood Huang Liao's mouth shape.
Boom!
A destructive force suddenly burst out, and the earth-shaking power of destruction was as rampant as a tsunami and unstoppable.
The disciples of Tianmen watched the light mask on the square explode, the lightning flashed, and cracks floated on the light, and the light mask was about to break.
This earth-shaking destructive power can't even stop the prohibition of the war department.
The disciples of Tianmen outside the field looked frightened, and their eyebrows were full of fear. If the light mask is broken, judging from the strength and fear of this energy, at least 90% of the people here will die.
"It's not good!"
The sky, which had been watching the battle, did not expect that such a destructive force would suddenly break out in the field. In horror, he could no longer care much, and a dodge appeared outside the field.
"All disciples must not move. Those who violate the order should be killed!" The eager shouts echoed on the floating island. The disciple, who had lost a square inch because of panic and fear, was suddenly shocked and dared not move again.
On the one hand, it is certainly because of the words of the sky, but on the other hand, it is not a kind of trust in the head of Tianmen.
The leader is here, and they still need to escape.
It is not one or two people who came up with such an idea, but many people, and the leader has always been the backbone of a sect.
buzz!
A burst of invisible ripples spread across the square with lightning, and the light mask that was about to break began to heal strangely.
The cracks over the mask are healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, but they have all healed in a few breaths.
The light flashes on the mask, and inside the mask is the violent energy that makes countless heavenly disciples' scalps numb. It is not an exaggeration to say that the raging power is to collapse.
At this time, the people outside the venue were stunned. I don't know when Huang Liao actually appeared outside the light mask and stood in the air, overlooking the horrible energy raging in the light mask, with a sneer at the corners of his mouth.
Ding!
With a soft sound, people saw a white light breaking out of the light mask. When they took a closer look, it turned out to be a dragon-shaped sword held in Huang Liao's hand.
The dragon's head is the tip of the sword, and the dragon's tail is the hilt. The translucent sword body shines with crystal light, and you can faintly see the veins like meridians in the sword body.
In the light mask, there is a scene of the end of the world. Every raging energy is enough to smash any core disciple. Even if the ordinary holy son is touched, he will be seriously injured.
Through the light mask, people faintly see the dilapidated earth and the devastated void. Under such earth-shaking power, heaven and earth are fragile and vulnerable.
Suddenly, people's looks condensed. Through the light mask, they suddenly found a figure inside kneeling on one knee, as if holding a long sword in their hands, and the sword was inserted into the ground, supporting their body.
The wind raged and roared, and such a doomsday scene lasted for five minutes before slowly dissipated.
When people could see the situation of the figure in the field, there was a sound of cold air, and everyone's faces were full of shock, surprise and a strong look.
Ye Feng's hair in the field is loose and his clothes are ragged. Through the broken clothes, you can see the ferocious and horrible scars flowing with blood on his body.
Especially in the chest, the white bones are clearly visible. Not only the white bones, but also the heart that beats slowly in the chest is exposed to everyone's vision.
Drinkling blood fell on the ground along the broken clothes, drop by drop, dyeing the ground red.
Ye Feng knelt on one knee, put his hands with a sword, his head drooped, and his breath was weak.
It's just that his hand holding the sword is trembling and trembling gently, although the range is small, it can't be seen if you don't pay attention.
"Hard-lived guy."
With a flash of his body, Huang Liao floated and fell on the field again, staring at Ye Feng, who was seriously injured and dying, with a bright smile on his face.
"Humble things, let me end your small life."
The dragon-shaped sword kept trembling and flashing, as if cheering for about to drink blood.
Tianqiong looked at this scene and frowned. He just wanted to stop it but was pulled.
Looking back, Tianqiong was stunned. It was not someone else who pulled him, but Ye Kuanglan.
"Let these guys get out of here." Ye Kuanglan's eyes showed an unprecedented solemnity, "Otherwise, the blood will turn into a river here later."
"What!" The body shook, and the sky was puzzled.
"Don't look at me." Ye Kuanglan frowned, "I didn't expect this stinky boy to use those drops of blood so much."
The increasingly puzzled sky no longer hesitated and immediately ordered these disciples to leave quickly.
Although the disciples of Tianmen outside the field are very confused and surprised, who dares to resist in the face of the orders of the leader?
They fled here like frightened rabbits, but for a moment there were only two people left outside the field, a leader and Ye Kuanglan.
"Let's talk about it now." Tianqiong opened his mouth.
"This stinky boy seems to be going to storm away." Ye Kuanglan frowned and had a lingering worry in his eyes.
"Runaway?" The sky has never heard of it.
If Ye Kuanglan doesn't explain, let the facts speak.
Tianqiong looked thoughtful. As Ye Kuanglan's good brother, he knew Ye Kuanglan's ontology, and the so-called storm contacted the blood mentioned by Ye Kuanglan in front of him, and the sky vaguely understood what was going on.
Wo!
Although the strength of the two was also chilled at this moment, they couldn't help but fly back and stood in mid-air and looked at the field.
At this point of view, even the calmness of the sky can't keep calm.
The two people in the sky are still like this, not to mention Huang Liao in the field. After walking four steps, he can no longer step out of the fifth step.
Trembling!
Fear!
Despair!
The direct reaction from the deep feelings of the soul to the body is that Huang Liao suddenly felt that his body was extremely heavy. In the face of Ye Feng, he actually felt unprecedented fear.
Fear surged like a tide, and Huang Liao's body trembled instinctively and trembled extremely.
"Damn it, why~~~" Huang Liao's voice, who cursed in a low voice, stopped abruptly and stared at Ye Feng, who should have been seriously injured and dying.
The white bones, the beating heart, the ferocious scar...
All the injuries completely disappeared in an instant, replaced by an unbelievable scene - not even a scar on the body.
If that's all, it's Ye Feng's head that has drooped to raised that makes Huang Liao scared to the bone.
Dragon scales!
A pair of dragon scales grew on this face. Only a pair of eyes were exposed under the face covered by dragon scales, and the eyes were empty and blank without focus but with red light flashing light.
The next moment, this dragon scale extended to the whole body, and the hands suddenly turned into dragon claws. More than that, even dragon scales appeared on the barren sword.
"This is~~~Longhua!" The sky above looked at Ye Feng, who was full of dragon scales, with great shock. He grunted and was shocked.
"This is not dragonization." Ye Kuanglan shook his head, "At least it's not normal dragonization. This stinky boy actually gave me blood to him like this."
"What do you mean?" The sky's eyebrows are locked.
Now Ye Feng makes him feel bad, which is not good.
Just standing there, the sky feels that Ye Feng is like a source of darkness, emitting a huge dark atmosphere, gloomy and deep.
"He actually completely removed the animal nature of those drops of blood and kept them." Ye Kuanglan said harshly, "Don't forget that the ancestor of the dragon clan is the second generation of Qinglong, the black dragon."
As soon as this came out, the sky was dumbfounded.
Ordinary people may not know the black dragon, or have forgotten the black dragon, but how can they have never heard of the legend of the black dragon?
Black dragon, that is the supreme existence of the four sacred beasts, the green dragon, a guy who created the ancient dark era.
"You said Ye Feng is now~~~" The voice of the sky trembled involuntarily.
In fact, he doesn't need to say it anymore. Just look at the dragon scales shining black all over Ye Feng's body.
Ye Feng, who slowly got up, tilted his neck, spread his head, his clothes were ragged, and swallowed a dark dragon breath in his mouth and nose, like clouds.
Step by step~~~~
Ye Feng's pace was very slow, and the sword in his hand was dragged to the ground, dragging out a long sword mark.
Huang Liao's face was pale and his body trembled violently. Looking at Ye Feng, who came slowly, his face was full of uncontrollable fear and despair.
The moment the dragon-shaped sword in his hand appeared on Ye Feng's body, it flashed and turned into a silver dragon only three meters long, crawling on the ground and trembling.
Ye Feng, who came forward, didn't even look at it. His hand changed into a dragon's claw, and his eyes were full of fear. I dare not resist at all.
On Ye Feng's body, the silver dragon smelled the breath of its ancestors, and the pressure from the blood made the silver dragon. There is no desire to resist and beg for mercy.
Even if today's silver dragon only has a wisp of soul left, the pressure of the superior is not what he can bear.
Ye Feng pinched the silver dragon's neck, and the red light flashed in his empty eyes, and his palms pinched hard.
click!
The silver dragon's head tilted to the side and died completely.
Ha~~~
In the dragon's breath, Ye Feng opened his mouth. Obviously, it was just a mouth, but it seemed to be infinite. He actually swallowed the silver dragon in one bite.