Chapter 321 Escape

"You are watching secretly. If you really want to hand in a while, you may not have the energy to worry about your safety. Don't get the sword before you get it, but you will turn your braids first." Ye Feng said rudely, regardless of how ugly Ye Jun's face was.

Ye Jun's face was really ugly. Ye Feng's words were ** naked slaps in the face. It was clear that he would not pay attention to his poor strength, otherwise he would not have said such frivolous words.

Although he was angry and even unwilling, Ye Jun had to admit that what Ye Feng said was a fact that no one could deny. If he was really involved in this battle, more than 90% of him might die.

His face turned blue and red. After all, Ye Jun retreated according to Ye Feng's words and avoided it from afar.

Ye Feng, who stood with his hands behind his back, finally took a look at the fog and the unreal yin and yang desperate slope, and then slowly closed his eyes, and gradually became illusory, as if he were a fairy who could break through the air at any time.

Facing Ye Qi, who is about to get the sword of slaughter immortals, Ye Feng is arrogant and conceited. No matter how he looks down on the world, he can't be stupid enough to think that he can easily deal with the other party.

I don't know when the blood gun has appeared. The tip of the gun is facing up, without touching the ground, quietly suspended beside Ye Feng, the body of the gun is spinning, and the sharp gun emitting a cold light.

Ye Feng, who closed his eyes and was refreshed, gradually adjusted his state, tried to put himself at the peak, and waited for Ye Qi's arrival.

As for Ye Qi's ability to get the sword of slaughtering immortals, Ye Feng has no doubt about this.

Time passed slowly, and the breeze blew, like a lover stroking Ye Feng's hair. His long black hair fluttered in the wind, and the cyan robe grinned in the breeze.

The yin and yang are full of fog, and the atmosphere of yin and yang is full of. A slender and strong figure stands in the fog, like a dream. It can't be seen, and a pair of eyes exude a breathtaking sharp meaning.

Dah...Dah...

Steady and powerful footsteps came from the desperate slope of Yin and Yang. Ye Qi walked slowly with a sword in one hand, and the breath of peerless sharpness permeated from the desperate slope of yin and Yang.

Ye Feng's closed eyes slowly opened, and there was a cold light flashing in his eyes, as strong as an unbreakable night. The qi and blood in his body were stimulated by this peerless sharpness, like a big wave surging and rolling unconsciously.

The blood boils in the body, like a real dragon roaring, like a phoenix chanting for nine days, like Xuanwu roaring, like a white tiger roaring...

The heavenly eye appeared, and the third vertical eye on his forehead, the eye of Thor, also opened at this time. Ye Feng's eyes turned to the desperate slope of yin and yang, and layers of fog could no longer stop Ye Feng's sight.

Ye Qi, holding the sword of slaughtering immortals, was full of vigor, as if he were a reincarnation of a peerless killer, with a chilling cold smile at the corners of his mouth, and a pair of eyes stared at Ye Feng indifferently, with a little contempt flashing in it.

Boom!

The ocean-like horror fluctuated across the world, the sky trembled, and the earth was broken. In the loud noise, the violent energy suddenly broke out.

In an instant, the sky and the earth cracked, and the sword of the immortal slaughter slowly reversed, and the sharp sword spirit exuded the atmosphere of destruction.

At the moment when Ye Qi stepped out of the desperate slope, the whole hillside turned into dust all over the sky and became a piece of flying dust in the shaking of the mountain.

When all the dust settled, a huge pit that appeared behind Ye Qi, and the desperate slope of Yin and Yang was actually erased from the world by his hands and feet.

Ye Qi was obviously demonstrating, telling Ye Feng how powerful and terrible he was at this time.

"You're really here." Ye Qi, who held the sword in his right hand, tilted his neck and looked at Ye Feng. His face was full of violence and fierceness. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Wait for me!" Ye Feng pointed to himself with great interest and said without saying, "Looking at this, it seems that you have already known that I came back to you."

"Isn't this an obvious thing?" Ye Qi sneered and said disdainfully, "I have done a lot of research on you. You are arrogant and act without scruples. It can be said that you are lawless and will be rewarded, so I am sure that you will come to me."

"You not only come back to me, but your ridiculous conceit will even make you sit and watch me get the sword of slaughtering immortals, and then kill me at the peak, so that you will have a sense of accomplishment. I don't know if I'm right?" Ye Qi smiled and looked at Ye Feng, "It turns out that my speculation is correct. It's as powerful as you sit back and watch me get the sword of slaughtering immortals."

Looking at Ye Qi, Ye Feng's eyebrows quietly raised, and his expression gradually became solemn, with vigilance in his eyes.

He found that he really underestimated Ye Qi and the sword of immortals.

However, it has come to this point that regret is useless, not to mention that Ye Feng does not regret it.

Ye Qi got the slaughter sword, although he became powerful and terrible, but this was not Ye Feng's plan.

"If you want to shake my will with words, I'm afraid you have found the wrong person." Ye Feng, who smiled indifferently, narrowed his narrow eyes. Looking at Ye Qi, he said lightly, "Even if you guessed all right, no matter from what level, all this is going according to my plan."

"I don't deny it." Ye Qi shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said calmly, "As long as I get the sword of slaughtering immortals, even if everything before this is in your plan."

After a pause, Ye Qi smiled coldly and said, "The question is whether the next thing will also go according to your plan!"

A bright smile appeared on his face, and Ye Qi suddenly waved the sword of slaughtering immortals.

Suddenly, whether it is the canopy in the imperial capital or the canopy in the hall, all the canopy has become blank, and no one can know what happened in the ancient battlefield.

"I'll let you know what regret is." Ye Qisen sneered and his murderous intention was boiling.

Boom!

A peerless war suddenly broke out.

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"Cough...wow..."

He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and spit out a little blood mixed with broken organs. Ye Feng's face was as pale as a dead man. His clothes were broken, his hair was loose, and his eyes were dim.

Escape, you can't stop anyway, because stopping means death.

Long as soon as the war reached the white-hot stage, the dragon fox received orders from Ye Feng to fly to the place of the eldest brother and others, so that they could leave the ancient battlefield as soon as possible and must not stay in the ancient battlefield.

It has been more than a month since the start of the war. In this month, Ye Feng has been suffering from death all the time and hovering on the edge of life and death.

The body of the crying blood gun was full of cracks and had already been put away by him. In fact, if Ye Feng hadn't put away the crying blood gun in time, this peerless murder weapon would have been broken long ago.

Ye Feng, with gloomy eyes, could not see where the way forward was at all. He was always on the edge of life and death. Ye Feng, who danced with death, was not only bitter but also bitter.

Dreaming, he never thought that Ye Qi, who got the sword of slaughtering immortals, would become so strong that he would lose a lot.

Even with the previous life, Ye Feng has suffered such a fiasco for the first time today, and the consequences of the fiasco are devastating.

Turning his head and looked at the little monk beside him, Ye Feng showed a hint of apology. If it hadn't been for this little monk, he would have died long ago.

At the last moment, his wisdom was completely swallowed up by the immortal sword. When Ye Qi, who became the puppet of the immortal sword, was about to kill him, the little monk forced him away from under the sword.

Ye Qi died. Halfway through the war, he was swallowed up by the sword of the slaughter of immortals and became an empty shell controlled by the dead soul of the sword of the slaughter of immortals.

For more than a month, it was not Ye Qi who chased him, but the sword of slaughtering immortals. Only the completely awakened sword of immortals can make Ye Feng so embarrassed.

"The little monk said that you are predestined to my Buddha." The little monk's face was tired and seemed to fall asleep with his eyes closed at any time.

There are not many people who can save Ye Feng with the sword, but this little monk who drinks and eats meat is definitely one, because he is the unmovable king of Buddhism.

"Now is not the time to rest. The monster seems to be catching up again." Looking back in the distance, the little monk was out of breath and almost couldn't sleep for more than a month. Who could stand it?

"You'd better give up on me and be with me again. I'm afraid you can't escape. The target of the slaughter sword is me." The violent cough was accompanied by a burst of pain in the cone heart. Ye Feng frowned, and his face was ferocious because of this pain.

"Just kidding, save people to the end and send Buddha to the west. If he gives up on you at this time, why does the little monk have to save you at that time?" The little monk was determined to take Ye Feng away.

Ye Feng smiled and said nothing. The little monk suddenly stared at Ye Feng with an unbelievable face. His lips trembled and wanted to say something. Finally, he closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

"If I can live this time, I will definitely repay you for this great kindness." He endured the severe pain to hold the little monk, and then hit the mountain out of a cave with a bang. Ye Feng struggled to put the little monk in and found a big stone to cover the mouth of the cave.

"It's really self-inflicted!" Blood overflowed along the corners of his mouth, and Ye Feng looked into the distance. This time, it was really a miscalculation.

"Big brother, they should have returned to Tianmen." In the whisper, Ye Feng actually showed a happy smile.

The ancient battlefield will open for half a month, and once half a month arrives, everyone will be excluded from the ancient battlefield.

It was not that Ye Feng did not want to take that opportunity to escape, but that Tu Xianjian abruptly cut off the sense of rejection. As a result, Ye Feng and the little monk were trapped in the ancient battlefield.

As for the little monk who can leave the ancient battlefield with his own ability, Ye Feng is not worried. The strength of the little monk is enough to tear the sky and leave the ancient battlefield.

"Well, let's keep running!" As soon as he gritted his teeth and felt the approaching horror and murderous atmosphere, Ye Feng galloped away like lightning.

The secret of heaven and earth and the secret of thunder have been driven to the extreme, and even the gods in the spiritual sea are spinning crazily.

It was with the power of thunder and the power of endless faith that Ye Feng was able to escape to this day. Even so, his injury has not improved.

The horror of the sword slaughtering immortals far exceeded Ye Feng's expectations.