Chapter 2 Boundary Struggle

When all the masters of Huangquanmen entered the Huangquan Hall to discuss, there was a figure who sensed Ye Feng's breath.

Now it's night, and there is a smile on the face of this figure.

Just when Ye Feng, Lin Ningqi and Mo Yanyao were in a trance, they saw Yan natural, and Yan natural, the spirit beast hook snake that had been in the human world, actually followed.

At this moment, Ye Feng and Yan naturally met in heaven again.

Invisibly, Yan Nature and Ye Feng released a powerful force, which made the people around him tremble. At this moment, with the power of Ye Feng and Yan Nature, a boundary was formed, and the two began a real battle.

To be precise, this boundary is deliberately arranged by Yan nature. Today, Yan nature's strength is already the realm of true immortals. Its heavenly genius can fully exert its strength comparable to the great power of half-step mysterious immortals. In addition, there is a spirit beast hooking snake, and the cone in his hand helps each other. I'm afraid his strength is comparable to that of Ye Feng. .

Under the night, there is a life-and-death competition on the top of Huangquan Holy Mountain.

In the boundary, the long sword in Ye Feng's hand flew and cut, and the dense and sharp sword light was like thousands of stars, layer by layer, and the cold light flashed in Ye Feng's hand. Outside her body, Mo Yanyao also suddenly joined the battle. Its fierce fire was like waves, surrounded by red clouds. Mo Yanyao was like a flame venerable, exuding the strongest and fierce power all over her body.

In the face of Ye Feng and Mo Yanyao's action, Yan was naturally a little surprised, but he didn't care, because the overall situation had been mastered by him, not to mention that he is now in the Holy Mountain of Huangquan.

At this time, the hooked snake was naturally released by Yan to deal with Mo Yanyao.

Although Ye Feng's fighting spirit is high, the difference in cultivation and the disparity in strength make Yan naturally not depressed at all, but often smiles.

A sword was waved out, and the colors disappeared. Yan naturally shattered Ye Feng's sword net, and the fierce sword spirit swirled like a dragon, straight into Ye Feng's chest. As soon as his expression changed, Ye Feng's figure flashed. In an instant, he operated the Wanyao Lingtian skill and changed eight directions in a row, but this sword was accompanied by shadows. No matter how he dodge, it was in vain.

When danger came, Ye Feng shouted, his body was empty, and his hands were cut up with the sword. At that time, a brilliant red pillar met him and met him ten feet in front of him. After a short pause, he burst into a shocking power and shook Ye Feng away in one fell swoop.

The hard blow still did not match the sword of Yan nature. The disparity in cultivation and the difference in strength made Ye Feng's heart gradually cold. Death, covering the heart, fear, stuffed in the chest. Although he was not afraid of death, the instinctive power of nature made him vigilant, and there was a clear change in his expression.

At this time, Lin Ningqi came to him and said in a low voice, "That's all for tonight. Let's fight with Yan naturally."

Ye Feng looked at her worriedly, looked at Lin Ningqi, and said desolately, "Go back and leave it to me here. As long as I don't die, I won't let him go over half a step.

Ye Feng was extremely clear about his determination and said extremely heavily, "I know your feelings, but I can't break through his boundary."

Hearing this, Yan naturally took a look at Lin Ningqi and said sarcastically, "I don't have time to fool around with you. Hurry up."

The words fell out, and the cone was sandwiched between the power of the mountain and the mountain. The dense sword light was distributed in every corner of the boundary, forming a form of ten thousand swords and began to take the initiative to attack.

Colorful flashing, flowing clouds and clouds, the cone is displayed in the hands of Yan nature. It can really be called a thunder, and the wind rises and the clouds shake.

Ye Feng and Lin Ningqi were shocked, and they roared and roared. The two figures rotated in the sky and bounced around. The blue sword light and the golden sword complemented each other, as if the dragon and the tiger roared, forming an excellent round of offensive and facing the natural attack.

The blue one is Lin Ningqi's blue spirit sword, and the golden sword is Ye Feng's Kunwu sword.

In the sky, the staggered swords will gather together, blooming with purple and red glory, accompanied by a roar of lightning, shaking everywhere.

In the fight, Ye Feng shouted wildly, "Wan Yao Ling Tian, thunder killing!"

At this moment, Ye Feng's figure flashed, and eight lights and shadows appeared. The eight connected virtual shadows stand in eight directions, each showing different sword styles, but with an extremely strong sword light, it will converge into a stream of glory.

At the same time, with the presentation of this round of attack, the surrounding airflow echoed, and the rotating storm appeared out of thin air. Under the urging of Ye Feng's efforts, it solidified into a shining wind ball and suddenly squeezed inward.

On this side, as soon as Ye Feng saw him driving the attack, he also turned around with his sword. He was full of fierce fire and strong courage. With the change of the Kunwu sword in his hand, it ran at high speed. After a long time, he would converge into a fire dragon, holding his body, flying down in the air, and issued a strong blow.

Under the night sky, Yan was naturally forced by the offensive of the two people in that category. First, Ye Feng's thunder killing, followed by Lin Ningqi's flying snow sword formula. For a moment, Yan's expression was also a little heavy.

However, even so, with Yan's cultivation today, he is not afraid. He just reversed the cone in his hand and attracted a magic spirit. At that time, the wild magic spirit, driven by his deep magic, at the top of the holy mountain of Huangquan, overturned the river and set off a shocking wave.

In the boundary, the three parties move at the same time. Ye Feng's thunder-killing sword is combined with the ten thousand demons Lingtian skill, and then the squeeze of the storm and Lin Ningqi's floating snow swordsmanship are presented at the same time. Yan is naturally at a disadvantage, but in the Holy Mountain of Huangquan, this kind of magic door holy place is extremely domineering, to reverse the power of the sky and fight against the two.

In the meantime, there were thunder bursts, the climate was soaring, and the terrible bursts. In the closed boundary, they hit back and forth, making Ye Feng and Lin Ningqi's expressions pale, and the corners of their mouths were bleeding. On the ground, Lin Ningqi's cultivation is profound, so although there is vibration, it doesn't matter. It's not a big problem, while Lin Ningqi can't stand it.

A shocking blow shattered all the construction on the ground. Countless wreckage floated in the sky, wandering around Ye Feng, Yan Nature and Lin Ningqi. The scene was a little eye-catching, but it was more strange. It seemed that the three people at this moment had become different aura, absorbing the airflow around them and preparing for an increasingly fierce blow.

Standing proudly in the sky, Yan naturally said coldly, "Well, since we arrived in heaven, this should be the first battle between us and the most powerful battle. Now, I let you die in the right place and know what is the real power. Who is the hegemon who can dominate the world in the future? The son of the sky is nothing more than that. If you don't have strength, even if you are the son of the sky, plus the Kunwu sword, you will die.

With his hands stretched out, Yan was naturally covered with black light, strong and horrible magic, with him as the center, instantly filled the whole audience.