Chapter 47: With the Magic

You lost.

A voice rippled the despair in Chen Rufeng's heart like a spreading water wave.

Looking at the golden Sanskrit-filled Kuka gradually leaving, the footsteps seemed to be farther and farther away from his ears. The cold stone slabs were close to his chest, and the deep chill had been spreading to his heart for a long time.

It's over, it's all over.

Originally, he was prevented from opening the Jiaye Tianzhen, which was the last way.

However, as his figure gradually moved away, he felt like the red sun in the sky, and the hot hope became more and more remote in front of him.

A stone fell into the abyss at the bottom of my heart, sinking deeper and deeper, and finally disappeared.

However, the stone seemed to have stirred up something, a mysterious thing that had been lurking in the bottom of my heart, as if it had been awakened, and a black smoke screen spewed up from the abyss.

In my mind, the deepest hatred is like a huge rock bursting out of the sea, standing in the stormy waves.

Ma Yulin's figure once again appeared in the deepest and bottomless cave, like the moon in the well. Not only that, but also the figures of Saxard and Tianlian passed by one after another.

Finally, the bloody waves flooded the black pearl-like eyes, the red light was violent, and the hidden killing god appeared again. Chen Rufeng's perspective shrank rapidly, as if another person had taken away control of his body, and only the surging black air surged around him.

Recover, evil demon.

Chen Rufeng raised his head, and the red light flashed with the bloodthirsty light of choosing people, looking at the back of Kuka's golden Sanskrit.

That kind of murderous intention quickly spread to every stone slab and every inch of wall. Kuka cooled behind him and suddenly turned around, but saw a pair of blood-red eyes spitting out the fire of killing.

There was almost no time to catch his eyes. The blood-red pupils had quickly approached and were caught off guard. He had to put his hand at the mercy of him. A Sanskrit gold character like the text on the book floated in front of him, trying to stop the madman like a page of ancient scriptures.

With a sharp magic roar under Jiuyou, Chen Rufeng stretched out his black palm, full of magic power, and went directly to the golden Sanskrit printing on that page.

Just like a black fireworks burning a book page, the golden characters gradually melted into powder and dissipated. Kuka was stunned, and the golden words on his body shone brightly, and his footsteps accelerated and rushed forward desperately.

The ferocious smile looked motionless as if watching the mouse with its tail pinched struggling desperately under the palm of its hand.

Kuka suddenly stopped, and his strange face turned into panic under the golden light, looking at the ghost-like killing god in front of him.

Chen Rufeng was half suspended in the air, and the black air on the ground moved like a round ring of fire, looking at Kuka with a grim smile.

"You...who the hell are you? Unexpectedly, he can get the power of the devil..." Kuka stepped back a few steps and stared at Chen Rufeng in horror.

The answer to him is the black gas that can be cut through the stone with one hand.

A huge Sanskrit gold character flashed when he crossed his hands and blocked the black gas like a shield, but his body was still hit by a strong impact. His body bounced back and fell heavily to the ground.

When he stood up again, he made up his mind to use all his skills to shake down the person in front of him.

"Ah...!!" Kuka opened his arms and shouted, full of Sanskrit golden light, as if he wanted to penetrate his whole body.

The whole channel was embedded by a dazzling beam of golden light, as if countless golden iron pillars were born from him. However, these dazzling golden lights could not make the creepy red eyes worry about it. Instead, the corners of their mouth were raised higher, as if they had seen some interesting things.

"Tut..." In the golden light, Chen Rufeng shook his head with a smile. In an all moment, Jin Guang swallowed up his whole body.

There are only two red lights, which are still wide open in the golden light.

After a miserable hum, the golden light suddenly weakened and quickly contracted and gathered to the source.

The figure surrounded by black gas was raising his hands, and his eyes were red. A black gas stretched out from the palm of his hand like a long sword and directly penetrated Kuka's body. The black tip protruded from his back, and the golden Sanskrit all over his body gradually faded at this moment and became as ugly as charred black.

The whole body is full of marks, which is terrible.

Kuka looked at the red eyes in front of him in disbelief, exhaling weakly, and his physical strength had declined point by point.

The black light that pierced his body gradually withdrew into Chen Rufeng's palm. The body, when Chen Rufeng stepped back with a ferocious smile, fell to the ground weakly and made a crisp echo on the bluestone floor with a crack.

Chen Rufeng looked at the bloody wound on his back, as if looking at a mirror and the horrible face reflected on it with satisfaction.

Han Lingyi dodged the spirit like a thin needle, put his back against the wall, and suddenly felt a strong mountain pressure gathered from all directions.

In his vision, it is full of blackness and darkness like waves.

He squeezed his lips and his wrist tightened, and the rampaging black gas suddenly hit a strong wall and could no longer get close to him.

On the wall, it seems that an invisible box was born out of thin air, separating Han Ling from the black gas outside. Those black gas surged on the surface of the box like hungry beasts, constantly impacting the five invisible walls.

"Not bad! How can you block my pure demon spirit for the time being!" Harpa praised the tunnel with black smoke, and his eyes seemed to drip blood.

Large drops of sweat on Han Ling's forehead rolled over his forehead, and it was already a luxury for his already extremely exhausted body to condense such a defense.

The bandages on the chest are dyed more and more red.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, the wound in his chest cracked again, and the pain of tearing his skin and flesh tormented him like a knife.

"I'll see how long you can hold on." Halpa looked at Han Ling as if he were buried in a transparent coffin and his body was about to be embedded in the wall.

The pressure of black gas was getting greater and greater, and Han Ling's body couldn't stand it and began to tremble violently.

Harpa's smile is getting bigger and bigger.

Fortunately, Han Ling, who is known as a martial arts genius, was injured before, otherwise I'm afraid he would not be able to clean him up so quickly. Thinking of this, Halpa had to sigh for his luck.

Why hasn't Kuka started the Jiaye Tianzhen for so long? Halpa turned his head and looked at the turn, but there was a strange feeling gushing out of there, which was similar to the breath emanating from his body.

He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fist at the same time, making a click sound.

Han Ling has seen his condensed defense create cracks, and the successful black gas seeped in along the fine cracks, like a ghost sucked by the soul, happily celebrating.

Harpa wants to end Han Ling as soon as possible.

The feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger, and something was flashing from the corner.

The first thing gushed out was a group of black gas like fireworks, exuding a deep and terrible breath. From this black gas, a pair of red eyes suddenly appeared, burning hot hatred, and looked at Halpa's pair of magical red eyes.

The two pairs of red eyes both looked at each other stunned, but soon released a strong murderous intention.

The magic roared, and Chen Rufeng rushed to Halpa with black gas.

In the dark atmosphere, two fists were freed, and the hot black flame rolled up, rolled into a long black cloth-like wind, sweeping around Halpa, as if in a dark storm, containing countless blue-faced devils and fangs.

As soon as Harpa sensed the momentum, he immediately responded with it intently, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Why does this teenager have such a powerful magic skill?

While Halpa was busy dealing with Chen Rufeng, Han Ling quickly carried his whole body with strength, and his body trembled violently. His hands slammed the wall, and the five invisible shield walls protecting his body suddenly broke apart. At the same time, the black gas outside seemed to be frightened and returned to his master one after another.

Harpa had no time to take care of Han Ling behind him and focused on Chen Rufeng.

Han Ling slid to the ground along the wall, and the corners of his mouth oozed blood. Looking at Chen Rufeng with blood-red eyes, he knew that he was aroused by anger, and the magic of Heiyuanshi broke out again.

And at this moment, maybe this is a good thing.

Chen Rufeng's fists kept bursting into fireworks, directly surrounding Harpa. Harpa kept urging magic, like ropes that pulled up, binding his arms and legs to avoid being rolled up by the furious black storm. His hair had been vigorously raised, and his red eyes kept flashing. Bloody, confronting the red eyes that manipulated the black wind.

"Cleft!" A sound came out, which sounded like Chen Rufeng shouting in a hoarse voice, but a little more evil and weird.

The black roaring storm was suddenly split by countless invisible sword blades and turned into dense raindrop-like fragments, like an army holding a dark blade and killing the enemy, spinning straight to Halpa.

Chen Rufeng has successfully integrated the demonized power with the original power. Now the cracked wind fist used by magic power is even more powerful and unstoppable. Halpa may also be buried in the sea of broken wind.

Halpa looked up, and the red light was reflected on each black blade.

Slap, that's a smile of contempt.

Chen Rufeng, with his teeth, saw Halpa's smile in the distance, and his blood flashed in surprise.

"Hahahaha!" Halpa laughed wildly, and the black ropes tied in his hands retracted back to the ground one after another. His hands moved and danced in mid-air. The black gas around him immediately stretched out to his head as if it were spiritual and turned into a palm. When the dark wind blade fell on the palm of its hand, it was like falling into the sea, just in the palm of his hand. It stirred up a layer of black air and blended into the black palm.

turned away all the black blades, and the black palm turned back into a gentle pet beast, turned into a black gas spitting out flame tongue, and returned to Halpa's feet.

"What if you have magic skills? In front of me, you are just like a newborn baby and want to fight with me! Hahahaha!" Halpa raised his head and laughed arrogantly, waved his hand, and the black gas stretched forward from the ground like a carpet to Chen Rufeng's feet.

The whole bluestone floor is covered by Halpa's black gas.

"Like the wind! Be careful!" Han Ling's eyes suddenly changed and he quickly shouted to Chen Rufeng.

It's too late.

Adult-sized black thorns inserted from the ground, like a sudden continuous mountain peaks. Chen Rufeng couldn't react for a moment. The black air under his feet pierced the ground, inserted his whole body in mid-air, and his back hit the top of the suddenly uneven rock, as if he had been nailed to the wall by a black thorn.

Suddenly, the red light in his eyes became disordered, and his face was full of surprise.

Finally, the red light faded, and he opened his eyes wide and turned to the ground, and the tip of the black thorn was shrouded with black gas.