Chapter 22 The Battle of Styx

At this moment, the Lord of the Styx pointed his right hand, and a wave of blood-red brilliance met the flying beam of light. The two collided violently and offset each other in the roar of the ring. At this moment, Ye Feng used the magic power to forcibly devour the tracking beam with its characteristics of melting everything.

This measure has a good effect, but what Ye Feng did not expect was that when he was about to abandon the last few beams, the four walls of the space began to show constant changes, countless patterns, each other composition, evolved into strange formations, each with a shallow and fierce attack. In a continuous way, Ye Feng was immersed in the black and red color.

Such a large number of attacks came so suddenly. When Ye Feng noticed it, there was no way out to avoid, and he could not fight back such a strong attack at the same time. He had to change to prevention and display the nine-volume formula of Tiandao again.

However, the situation has changed this time. Of course, Ye Feng performed the nine-volume skill of Tiandao, absorbed the power of seven kinds of Tiandao, and resisted the powerful attacks around him, but in those beams, there was no spirit of clear spirit. These breaths were not stopped by these skills, and were printed on Ye Feng.

In this way, the breath in Ye Feng's body was oppressed by the outside world and began to fight, which made the power of heaven in his body appear chaotic.

Aware of this, Ye Feng was a little resentful and more unwilling.

However, Ye Feng was calm by nature and did not reveal it. Instead, he adjusted the essence of the power of heaven in the collective, absorbed all these invading breaths, and then transformed it into his own strength.

Ye Feng carried out this step smoothly, so he ignored something.

The magic formula in Ye Feng's body is completely integrated after practicing the five elements of yin and yang after practicing the five elements of yin and yang.

Coupled with the combination with Lin Ningqi, the breath in the body is more pure.

In this way, just on the four walls, those breaths entered his body, and he did not have the due violent reaction, which also made the Lord of Styx very bad.

At this time, Ye Fengdeng locked his eyes on the Lord of Styx.

Several initiatives and several setbacks did not cause any harm to Ye Feng's body, but the resentment in his heart made him more unbearable.

"It's a good plan. It's worthy of being specially designed for me, but after all, you are one step worse and it doesn't go well."

The Lord of Styx had a gloomy expression and said coldly, "Ye Feng, don't be happy too early. This is just the beginning. Next, the powerful one is still ahead."

At this time, the Lord of Styx took the lead in launching an attack and competing for the opportunity.

Looking at the Styx Lord, who was divided into three, Ye Feng said gloomically, "Comparing speed? OK, let's have a comparison and see if you have anything to brag about.

The figure flashed away. At that moment, Ye Feng appeared in front of the Lord of Styx, looking at him coldly.

He realized that Ye Feng's speed was faster than himself. The head of Styx's expression was shocked, and he roared. Between his hands were staggered, his body turned upside down and launched a continuous offensive with his feet. Dozens of leg shadows, with the power of ghost power, moved smartly in the air, and his fierce smashing force made the surrounding space around. , showing distortion and deformation.

Ye Feng did not dodge, clenched his hands with ten fingers, a fast fist like electricity, and even hit an anti-sky fist, roaring back at the Lord of the Styx River.

Abandoning the sword and using the fist, Ye Feng was determined to use the anti-sky fist at this moment. With the fierce fist, against the leg method of the Master of the Styx River, the two of them fought with their fists and feet for a period of time, fighting in the sky. This process lasted for a while, and finally Ye Feng bombarded the Lord of Styx with great strength.

Looking at the Lord of Styx with a white expression, Ye Feng said gloomily, "Your injury is not light. With the current situation, you will not even have the strength to dodge in less than half an hour. When it comes to the event, who do you think is the winner today?

The Lord of Styx gave a touch of blood from the corners of his mouth and shouted coldly, "If you are perfunctory like this, you can win, and my ghostland will not arrange all of it with all. Come on, Ye Feng, and now let you truly see the power of my Styx Lord.

Taking a step forward, the breath of the Lord of the Styx has changed from weak to strong, and the whole body is full of peace and majesty.

This step is very strange. The isolation distance of three feet is not strange, but the movement of the breath of the Lord of the Styx River shocked Ye Feng's eyes.

Staring at Ye Feng, the Lord of Styx smiled indifferently. In his eyes, there was a strange look, which deeply shocked Ye Feng.

On the body of the Lord of the Styx, the blood and evil spirit came out vigorously.

With a fierce roar, Ye Feng's body immediately reversed, his hands changed, the anti-sky fist on the left, the Kunwu sword on the right, and the fierce offensive. In the case of high-speed change, it evolved into a light fog around him, and violently collided with the attack of those people.

Because the momentum of each other's attack and defense is continuous, there is a deafening roar between the one side, and the gap between each other is also large and small, followed by the strong and weak confrontation between the two, presenting different states of affairs.

At this time, the matter continued. During this period, Ye Feng had a fierce fight several times. Although Ye Feng's cultivation was shocking, he had no choice without the opportunity.

Of course, this does not mean that Ye Feng has no way. As long as he exerts ten layers of power, he can forcibly shake the Lord of the Styx River away. It's just that Ye Feng doesn't want to do that, because he doesn't want to disclose his power too early, so that the Lord of the Styx will escape after he notices it.

If you can't be strong, you have to find another way.

Since Ye Feng entered here, he has been restraining his previous arrogance. Ye Feng knows in his heart that although he has the backing of the Kunlun School and the Exorcism Alliance, in the final analysis, he still relies on his own strength to get help from other forces. Ye Feng still believes that his strength is the most critical. Ye Feng has to be cautious and vigilant at every step.

In view of this, Ye Feng took a forced break through, but he didn't do that either, because he wanted to save his strength.

However, the wise man's thousand worries must make a mistake. Ye Feng's caution made him avoid a lot of hardships. But this time, his prudence made him delay the opportunity.

At this moment, the Lord of Styx suddenly shouted, and the amazing speed doubled at this moment, which made Ye Feng realize the urgency.

"Thousands of Blood Gods!"

The voice of the Lord of the Styx is cold and wild, echoing in this space with gloomy, vicious and shocking power.

The surrounding clouds drifted, and thousands of splendor gathered in the middle. In an instant, in the sky, it formed a colorful world. Countless light penetrated in through the light wall and was sucked into the body by the high-speed changing Lord of Styx.

At this moment, the Lord of Styx is very strange.

Looking at the Lord of the Styx River angrily, Ye Feng looked gloomy and said angrily, "Damn, come on, if you want to destroy me, you have to do your best, or you will die!"

The secret of thousands of bloody sons has caused a great shock to Ye Feng.

In front of his chest with both hands, Ye Feng's expression was cold, and his whole body was brilliant. He suddenly turned dark, and a wild and powerless breath burst out from his body, shaking all the space. His eyes were like electricity. Ye Feng looked at the master of the Styx River. He quietly said the spells. His body was full of black light. Countless spells flew out of his body like a soul, spinning around him, forming a dark light curtain.

At the top of his head, a black cloud rotated back and forth, with dark lightning. Every time he hit the top of Ye Feng's head and was absorbed by it, making his head begin to show a dark and strange brilliant brilliance. This phenomenon lasted for a short time. Later, a dark mirror full of charms slowly appeared from his body.

As soon as this mirror came out, the dark brilliance around was affected by it and began to float over Ye Feng. In a while, it formed a dark column of light, and the power of the collection was connected to the mirror.

"Kunlun Mirror, destroy ghosts!"

Forced helpless, Ye Feng displayed the Kunlun mirror of the divine soldier in his body at the critical moment of danger, and with his strongest to fierce spirit, he sent out a blow.

Looking from afar, I saw the Kunlun mirror standing on the top of Ye Feng's head. The dark mirror body issued endless spells, urging the nearby black light to change, and finally condensed into an arc-shaped light mirror, which was silently pressed down.

This mirror is not very fast, just a little bit, and then it continues to rotate.

On the surface, this blow, as Ye Feng, has a great shock in his heart.

Without a single blow, Ye Feng was not negative and did not hesitate to exert nine layers of strength.

In this way, Ye Feng's black light trembled all over his body. In silence, there was a force that shook the space. Involuntarily, under the push of Ye Feng, he quickly gathered on the Kunwu sword above his head and pressed down in the air for the second time.

In the face of Ye Feng's second second attack, the Master of Styx was not stunned and raised his cultivation to the limit. In this way, the momentum soared, and the blow under Ye Feng was reflected in the distance.

The second confrontation was loud and shocking. The Kunlun mirror and the halo intersect at one point, and the brilliant light flow with each other. After persisting for a long time, it suddenly emitted a dazzling and strong light. Immediately, a thunder came out, and the power of mutual terror had nowhere to vent. Finally, there was an explosion, which cracked the halo in one fell swoop.

The secret space, the streamer scattered, the fierce confrontation, and the end together.

A few feet apart, Ye Feng looked at the Lord of the Styx River with cold eyes. The black light all over his body fluctuated greatly, and his face was pale. Knowing that under the hard work, he certainly achieved results, he also paid a very heavy price.

At the top of the head, the Kunlun mirror is rotated and modified, and the dark mirror light is telescopic, which represents the lost breath and continues to disperse. In all the space, it constitutes a depressing atmosphere, giving people a sign of uneasiness.

On this side, the attacking Master of the Styx River was shattered by Ye Feng's mirror, and they were severely damaged by each other. In his eyes, there was a little desolation.

"Okay, now, it's time for you to taste the taste of death. Let's take it."

In the fierce shout, Ye Feng's right hand was the sky, and the Kunlun mirror above his head, under the control of his thoughts, flew to the palm of his hand. A wild and fierce momentum was stuffed in all the space, causing the surrounding airflow to turbulent, and the time and space showed a twisted crack.