Chapter 322 Crisis (please collect)

Ye Feng, who had fled for more than a month, was still tired of this endless escape.

After placing the Buddha's King Fuming, Ye Feng finally didn't have to worry about implicated him because of himself, so he felt uneasy.

Although the ancient battlefield is tragic and full of unimaginable evil spirits, this does not mean that this place is a dead place, and it is just because of the battle of that year.

Therefore, there are mountains and water, and there are very few mountains, which are green and vibrant. On such mountains, there are usually streams flowing, the streams are clear to the bottom, and fish swimming happily in the stream.

At this moment, Ye Feng was carefully grooming in front of such a stream, and the fatigue and fatigue on his face were slightly relieved under the moisture of the stream.

Ye Feng, who changed his clothes, simply sat by the stream, barefoot and put his feet in the stream, feeling the coolness and comfort from the stream.

The fish in the stream were not afraid of life. They swam around Ye Feng's feet and seemed to feel very funny. Several naughty little guys flapped their tails and jumped out of the water, fell into the water with a splash, splashing countless splashes.

Ye Feng's restless mind is slowly calming down and gradually regained his mind like water.

If you come out, you will pay it back sooner or later.

Ye Feng has heard this sentence and understood it. How can he know that today is not the time for him to repay.

Dong...Dong...

The earth was slowly trembling, trembling at an eternal frequency. A depressing air machine came from the sky. The fish that had just played around Ye Feng's legs was like a frightened bird, and scattered, and I didn't know how far to swim.

It's not the arrival of Ye Qi, but the arrival of the sword.

Today, Ye Qi is just an empty shell body controlled by the sword.

patting the water, Ye Feng held a handful of water and threw it on his face. The cool stream dripped from his cheeks and dyed Ye Feng's cyan robe.

When he got up and turned around, Ye Feng looked calmly at the sword and the body controlled by the sword.

Ye Qi's neck was tilted, showing an unnatural distortion, which was twisted by Ye Feng.

Under the broken clothes, Ye Qi's scarred body was exposed. Some wounds were deeply visible, and it seemed that he was injured by a blood gun.

Ye Feng doesn't care about these, but Ye Qi's face.

I don't know when this face has been wrapped in a layer of scales. This scale is by no means a dragon scale, but it is similar to the dragon scales, showing a dark cyan color, shining a strange light, emitting a frightening and uneasiness.

Ye Qi's eyes can no longer see the pupils at all, replaced by the cold flashing light, like the wolf's eye under the moon, faintly shining, but not the horror of the wolf's eye, but cold and indifferent.

The butcher's sword is not in Ye Qi's hands, but suspended in the void. Countless black chains are born in the hilt of the sword, which are deeply rooted in Ye Qi's body.

At a glance, Ye Qi was shabby at this time, like a broken puppet that could fall off at any time. Even walking was wobbly and seemed to fall at any time.

Even so, Ye Feng did not dare to underestimate the sword. He lost consciousness and buried his soul. How horrible this rag body is completely dominated by the dead soul of the sword is more profound than anyone else.

It is impossible for Ye Jun to control such a sword of slaughtering immortals, because the dead soul of this sword has awakened. If you give this sword to Ye Jun now, then the other party will have only one end. Step into Ye Qi's footsteps and be swallowed up by the sword of slaughtering immortals.

"I didn't expect that I might die under a sword in the end. It's really not an ordinary irony." Ye Feng, who had a touch of self-deprecating between his eyebrows, made a stroke with one hand, and the sword of adjudal suddenly appeared.

When the little monk is not around, Ye Feng can abandon all his scruples. Similarly, he can naturally use the sword of judgment without worrying about being recognized.

buzz!

Boom!

The light in Ye Qi's eyes suddenly bloomed, and the slaughter sword turned into a flash, which came in an instant. The cold roar came. The terrible sword spirit was full of unparalleled, and appeared in front of Ye Feng in the blink of an eye.

Bang!

A cold light suddenly appeared in Ye Feng's eyes holding the hilt of the sword, and he did not retreat in the face of the attacking sword.

The terrible sword broke out, unparalleled and unstoppable, and broke out with the momentum of destroying heaven and earth, and the huge sword wrapped Ye Feng in an instant.

When!

Boom!

The sound of gold and iron resounded through heaven and earth, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the boundless energy fluctuations spread all over the earth. In an instant, the sky was broken, the earth cracked, and the whole world was trembling

The huge and horrible sword was broken into thousands of fragments without suspense, shooting into all directions, leaving traces in the sky and the earth.

Ye Feng, who was trembling, couldn't help falling backwards, like an arrow away from the string, and his speed made people stunned.

In a simple and ordinary blow, Ye Feng fell into the wind without exception. The mouth of the tiger holding the sword has cracked and is bloody. The biggest problem is that this is the left hand, Ye Feng's hidden left hand.

In the blow just now, Ye Feng has tried his best. He has adjusted for a long time and can reach the strongest state that the whole person can achieve, but even so, he still can't defeat the immortal sword.

The faint smell of blood came to his nose. Ye Feng looked indifferent and his eyes were dead. When it came to this moment of life and death, he didn't have so many thoughts.

The battle to the death does not retreat, only death!

The only pity is that I can't go back to China or my wife.

It seems difficult to just want Ye Feng to die.

Boom!

The magnificent true qi in his body broke out. Ye Feng suddenly stopped his body and hummed. He saw that the void behind Ye Feng was like fried chestnuts, broken like a bead cannon, stretching more than 3,000 meters.

Roar!

Ye Feng roared up to the sky, his hair danced wildly, his clothes flew over, and the rolling air waves swept all directions, sweeping Liuhe. Naturally, there was a tendency to swallow mountains and rivers.

Long roar, the verdict is made!

A sword split out, and the magnificent true atmosphere broke out, crossing the sky, and the huge sword was indestructible, smashing the void, like Mount Tai, suppressing down.

The heavy sword has no edge, and it is no good.

Boom!

Ye Feng's eyes looked at people and ghosts in an instant. He was manipulated by the sword, looking indifferent and cold, and his waist bent slightly.

After the sword, Ye Feng's figure was faster than lightning. Between the operation of the thunder formula, there was thunder flashing all over his body. These thunders permeated the sword of judgment from Ye Feng's body, and then wrapped the sword of judgment.

The edge of the sword is even more horrible. A crack appeared silently in the sky, as if soldiers in line were welcoming their officers, standing on both sides for inspection.

The cold eyes are like electricity, and Ye Feng, who dances wildly, sweeps the eight wildernesses and six together. Where the long sword is directed, I am invincible, majestic and heroic, which can't be stopped.

Boom!

The horrible and domineering sword has healed the mountains and suppressed from the sky. It dominates the world and can't be stopped.

The void was broken in the squeaky sound, and the huge sword was smashed with the momentum of destruction, and the air machine completely locked the sword.

The heaven and earth were broken in the earthquake, the huge and horrible swords collapsed, and the sword spirit flew all over the sky, ravaging the world.

The rolling smoke and dust could not stop Ye Feng's sight. Ye Feng, who split the sword of the immortals, was as fast as electricity, held high the sword of judgment and came out again.

Unlike the previous sword, which is powerful and unstoppable, the speed of this sword has exceeded the limit and touched the edge of the time rule.

The body controlled by the slaughter sword has clearly staggered the blade, but at this moment, it strangely reverses and involuntarily meets the sword of judgment.

In the crisp sound, there was no splashing blood, and Ye Qi's head was cut off by Ye Feng's sword.

Wang!

Almost at the moment when the head was cut off, five strange chains rushed out of the neck, crashing, and the seal on the chain was engraved with complicated and difficult textures.

Ye Feng's pupils suddenly contracted. These textures are familiar and strange to him, and they belong to the chain of faith that only the gods can have.

"Impossible!" Even with Ye Feng's calmness, he couldn't help exclaiming at this moment. He never dreamed that he would rush out of the chain of faith from Ye Qi's body.

"Damn it, what's going on!" Ye Feng, who gritted his teeth, retreated like lightning and felt cold all over. Different textures represented different gods. How could the butcher's sword have anything to do with the gods?

As soon as the chain of faith appeared, a layer of dark golden light quietly appeared, covering Ye Qi's body that was about to collapse.

Then the five chains of faith are intertwined together. Centered on the five chains of faith, they slowly condensed and formed according to the golden light. Under Ye Feng's gaze, a brand-new and imperfect god appeared.

buzz!

The ripples like water waves spread out, and the condensed god naturally reborn a head.

Ye Qi's body is collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a new body begins to form from the head down.

When this body was completely formed, the chain of the five beliefs turned into nothingness and disappeared into the distant void. Ye Feng could clearly feel the vast power of faith converging along the chain of faith like that brand-new deity.

"There is a fallen god hidden in the sword of immortals." Ye Feng looked at the scene in front of him with splitting eyes, and his eyes were cold.

Silver light flashed, condensed into a silver mask in the void, covering the face. Behind the mask are two dark golden lights, cold and ruthless as high gods, overlooking the world.

The butcher's sword was even held in his hand by the fallen unknown, and his dark golden eyes glanced at Ye Feng.

There is a straight crack in the void, like an abyss. This end of the crack is Ye Feng, who can't move.

"I'm going to die!" With unwillingness, Ye Feng closed his eyes and quietly welcomed the arrival of death.

Even if Ye Feng has condensed his own deity, he has no power to resist in front of this fallen god.

Wo!

The sound of breaking the sky came to his ears. At the last moment, Ye Feng turned his head and saw a face that he had never dreamed of would appear here.

"No~~~~" suddenly saw this face, even though Ye Feng was calm, he couldn't help roaring sadly at this moment.