Chapter 349
Boom!
Heaven and earth roar, Thor array, countless years of silence in the black sand desert, hurricanes roar, two figures fighting crazily in the desert.
When!
The crying blood gun once again collided with the bronze sword without fancy. Ye Feng's eyes were as sharp as electricity, the black sand rolled around him, the blood gun shone, and the sharp tip of the gun swept by.
Xuangang, who held the bronze holy sword, looked indifferent, his eyes were cold, and the magic spirit rolled like a big wave. The horrible magic burst out, turning this world into a dark purgatory in a trance.
The two fight fast, fight strong, and never give in. You and I are fighting against each other without fancy, fighting each other crazily.
Dance wildly, two substantial lights came out of his eyes, Xuangang sneered at the corners of his mouth, and the bronze sword cut down again with an unstoppable momentum.
The sharp roar was accompanied by the terrible sword, which was as heavy as Mount Tai. Before the sword arrived, Ye Feng could already feel the horror of this sword.
The heavy sword has no front, and it is not a big coincidence. This sword is deeply mysterious in this.
A strange color flashed in his eyes, and a slight arc appeared at the corners of Ye Feng's mouth. The open gun was easy to hide, and the dark arrow was difficult to prevent. This sword was just a cover.
Sure enough, just as the horrible and violent sword was about to fall completely, the cyan sword suddenly burst and turned into vitality, and the body of the bronze sword was exposed.
The sword is ethereal and ethereal, disappears from Ye Feng's vision with the unfathomable beauty of ghosts and gods.
"Good luck." Ye Feng shouted loudly. Such an exquisite sword move cooperated with Xuangang's unfathomable cultivation. Ye Feng's concentration was likely to be killed by Xuangang in an instant.
It is also because he is forced to concentrate on dealing with Xuangang's offensive that Ye Feng's immortal secret can operate more smoothly, and there seems to be a faint sign of breaking through to the second level.
The blood in his body was surging, and Ye Feng, who was drunk all over his body, turned around and unexpectedly fired a gun between times.
Amazing shot is like a dream. I believe that any master with a gun can't help admiring it.
Ding!
Qingyue's voice echoed in the air, and Ye Feng's gun pointed straight against the tip of Xuangang's sword.
If this scene is seen by the world, I'm afraid it will be eye-catching and memorable.
How thin is the tip of the sword?
How small is the tip of the gun?
What's more, in this fierce confrontation, the person who uses the sword is still a master at the level of Xuangang. If you want to do this, three points of luck is absolutely indispensable.
But Xuangang didn't think so. He never believed in luck. The more he fought, the more shocked Xuangang became. He was extremely shocked to find that Ye Feng's understanding on kendo was never below him.
At the thought of this, Xuangang's eyes flashed coldly, and the bronze sword waved more and more fiercely and smoothly, as smooth as mercury.
Hear, sword, sword...
Xuangang's heart has nothing but swordsmanship. Instead, the turbulent and boundless magic gradually converged, and finally disappeared into Xuangang's eyes and finally disappeared under his eyes.
Xuangang's pupils became dark, as black as unbreakable thick ink, extremely black. I'm afraid that he would collapse immediately when he saw this kind of pupil.
The black and palpitating eyes exude a breath that makes Ye Feng a little uneasy, and the breath of Xuangang gradually converge until it is calm and indifferent.
Kendo is supreme, killing the enemy with the sword.
Ye Feng's cheeks twitched, and there was a feeling of extreme speechlessness. Xuangang actually fell into an extremely mysterious state.
What makes Ye Feng speechless is that this state is based on the premise of killing him.
That's all. Even in the face of Xuangang, which entered a mysterious state, Ye Feng was still not panicked, but methodically. In the face of Xuangang's increasingly magnificent sword momentum, Ye Feng advanced and retreated freely.
A sword without a sword is a sword. In Ye Feng's hand, the blood gun is a gun, which is also a sword.
Ye Feng raised his weight lightly, and the shadows of guns appeared all over the sky, and collided fiercely with the bronze holy sword. Where the two passed, they flew sand and stones all the way to the depths of the black sand desert.
The immortal Taoist formula has come to the edge of breakthrough. Ye Feng's face has no joy or sadness, and his mind is ethereal. Xuangang understands the sword with him as his enemy. Ye Feng did not take this opportunity to carefully understand the immortal Taoist formula.
Boom!
With a sword cut down, there was a strong vibration in the black sand desert. The boundless black sand surged like an unstoppable sea, and the rolling black sand spread far away like waves.
I have to say that Xuangang is indeed a genius, and his qualifications are rare in ancient times, otherwise he would not have become a person who is afraid of even the top ten masters, including the order of heaven.
The sword light shines and passes through the sky. The vibration of the void is not broken. The space law here is more than ten times stronger than the outside world.
The sword waves are like the sea, surging, and waves are coming and stretching endlessly. Each wave contains domineering and violent energy. The waveless Xuangang of Gujing looked at Ye Feng, and the only thought in his heart is to kill the enemy with a sword.
Ye Feng on the opposite side did not give in, and the oncoming sword waves between the blood gun rotation and sweeping were all broken, turning into heaven and earth, and returning to heaven and earth.
The silver light shines, and the crying blood gun is like a silver dragon. The dragon soared in the air, and the claws swing the tail. Every shot out, the void will shake and twist. Layers of ripples spread around with Ye Feng as the center, faintly forming an absolute safe zone.
The two fought more and more fiercely, and unconsciously penetrated hundreds of miles into the black sand desert. The world became more and more quiet and deserted, and even the roaring hurricane had dissipated.
Boom!
The roar shook the world, Ye Feng and Xuangang constantly collided fiercely, and the vast black sand desert fell into a rage, covering the sky and the sun.
The two people who fell into a stalemate didn't care about it and only saw each other.
Bum!
The crying blood gun went to sea like an angry dragon and shot out like lightning. Ye Feng held a gun in one hand and pinched the seal of the sky with his left hand. The void vibrated and glowed indifferently.
Exuding stormy energy fluctuations, revealing fluctuations that no one can understand, facing the storm, and instantly facing the bronze sword of Xuangang.
This time, the sky was printed first. The light flashed and confused, and there was a sense of Lingtian. It seemed that I really wanted to turn over the day.
When!
The deafening sound echoed between heaven and earth, and a strange color flashed on Xuangang's indifferent face, retreated with the bronze holy sword lightning and retreated.
In the retreat, swords burst out from the bronze holy sword. The sword was powerful and exuded an extremely fierce sword, which seemed to be invincible.
It's a pity that it's late!
At the moment when the sky-turning seal was knocked off, Ye Feng bullied himself and shouted 'Black Killing' in his mouth.
Then, the blood gun really exploded.
It was not the explosion of the gun body, but a bright silver-white light suddenly exploded, and the world fell into a silvery white in an instant.
A strong sense of crisis hit his heart, and his eyes tingled slightly. It was wise and dangerous at this moment, but Xuangang still had to close his eyes.
If you don't close it, it means that he will lose these eyes from now on, which is a strong feeling.
While closing his eyes, Xuangang felt a burning sensation coming towards him, as if to turn him into ashes at this moment and dissipate with the wind.
Stimulated by the life-and-death crisis, Xuangang finally withdrew from that mysterious state, condensed on the source of the crisis, and his face changed slightly.
Ding!
Bum!
The bronze sword was horizontally in front of him at the last moment, and a shocking power suddenly came from the sword body, and Xuangang's body flew back uncontrollably.
Without opening his eyes, Xuangang also knew that his bronze sword had bent to an incredible extent, and his hands were cracked, and blood splashed in the air.
Boom!
Xuangang retreated and retreated until the light all over the sky. When he opened his eyes, he was still retreating and retreated hundreds of feet away. Finally, his feet drew two long and deep tracks on the black sand desert, and finally stopped at the cost of inserting the bronze sword into the ground and drawing 100 meters again.
Wow!
Blood overflowed along the corners of his mouth, and Xuangang, whose arms trembled, looked at the cracked tiger's mouth indifferently, and turned to Ye Feng, who was walking with a gun hundreds of feet away.
Although it was a walk, it appeared near Xuangang after a few steps.
"If you can force me to use your sword, your strength is really much better than that year." Looking at Xuangang indifferently, Ye Feng smiled and said that the anti-shock force just made his body qi and blood churning fiercely, otherwise he would not have let go of such a good opportunity.
"Only you will die." Even at this time, Xuangang can still smile, and it is not that kind of pretentious smile, which is extremely sure and sincere.
The two sword eyebrows trembled gently, and Ye Feng looked at Xuangang quietly. After a long silence, he sighed, "In this case, you'd better die."
Bum!
The lightning shot, and the blood gun turned into a rainbow, giving Xuangang no chance to dodge at all.
Puff!
With a soft sound, the weeping blood gun passed through Xuangang's chest, and the blood rain sprinkled in an instant. The cold gunshot flashed cold light, and Xuangang was nailed to death by Ye Feng.
It was also at this moment that Ye Feng's expression changed, and then he saw the chilling strange smile on Xuangang's face.
"Only my blood can wake him up. Although you know that I practice the three-part method of the soul, you don't know the real mystery of this skill." As if he didn't feel the severe pain, Xuangang coughed violently, looked down at his body, and sighed softly, "It's a pity that this hard-won demon body."
Bang!
The moment Xuangang's voice fell to the ground, the body suddenly exploded, turned into a bloody rain, and sprinkled on this strange black sand desert.
Ye Feng, who frowned, was stunned and looked at Xuangang, which turned into blood and rain. After a long time, he showed a bitter smile. After all, he still attracted Xuangang's way.
"You can play with it. If you don't die, I'll wait for you to destroy the sacrificial ceremony on the full moon night." Xuangang's ethereal voice came from the sky.
In Ye Feng's induction, a long-lasting breath of vicissitudes gradually became strong, and an ancient will seemed to awaken from the ancient sleep.