Chapter 12: Magic Duel

Under the reflection of Yuehua, the ground of Lin Ye began to gradually become black, like a river flooded, and there was a trace of black smoke in it, which was gloomy and strange.

These expanding black gas soon flowed to Chen Rufeng's feet and immersed him below his ankles.

There is no feeling of being as wet as a river, only a burst of cold air, attacking along the footboard and rushing up to the head, uncontrollable.

Even Guhong had to carry out the real strength in his body to resist the invasion of this evil spirit.

But Chen Rufeng is now the body of magic gas. How can such a magic attack cause a little harm to him? He let the strange black smoke rising under his feet roll over like small snakes, with a consistent ferocious smile on his face.

Wen Zicheng was already furious. He raised his hands and opened his true air. The black gas covered on the ground began to move restlessly, as if the big waves were coming and the water was not quiet. The dark surged continuously, and the speed of black gas steam began to accelerate sharply.

Chen Rufeng did not make any welcome posture at all. The angry wind sword hung beside him and coldly watched Wen Zicheng do what he could play. Wen Zicheng had no threat in his eyes.

Perhaps this is because the original Chen Rufeng's fierce hatred for Wen Zicheng in his heart caused Chen Rufeng, who had been demonized at this time, to play with Wen Zicheng in applauding so jokingly and watch Wen Zicheng fight with himself to the death.

He found it very interesting.

"Is this also your strong will?" Chen Rufeng smiled at his heart.

There is no sound in my heart, and I don't know if it's an acquiescence.

Wen Zicheng's hands turned into claws, stroked through the air, and shouted, "A group of magic claws dance!"

Listening to Wen Zicheng's shout like this, a trace of light flashed in Chen Rufeng's red eyes.

As soon as the words fell, countless black claws suddenly broke out of the black flowing magic spirit, like sharp nails inlaid on a bone, which was terrible, and there was also a fierce magic power. If someone accidentally touched by it, he was afraid that he would immediately tear his skin, and the blood would not stop and finally died on the spot.

Just looking at these dense claws is enough to make people chill, as if these claws are going to pull people into purgatory and be filled with blood and fire.

Although those claws did not refer to him, Ye Guhong's face suddenly turned pale when he saw it.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have such a high magic skill. But I'm afraid that after releasing this move, the real gas in your body will be empty, right? Chen Rufeng was still fearless. These claws seemed to him like branches and broke with a gentle force.

Wen Zicheng was already gasping for breath and couldn't answer. Obviously, he responded to what Chen Rufeng said.

As if there was a silent magic roar, the claws protruding from the magic gas excitedly grabbed Chen Rufeng, and the black gas surrounded these large number of magic claws, as if they were going to tear Chen Rufeng into countless pieces. The five fingertips were comparable to a shining dagger. If the weak-minded people would not have died in these magic claws. I was so scared that my heart was broken.

In the night, these claws are more like hidden ghosts, bringing gusts of cloudy wind. It was originally a summer night that had been covered with a thick cold.

Facing the claws that cover the sky and the moon, Chen Rufeng had no intention of retreating. He grabbed the angry sword in one hand and looked coldly at the countless approaching claws, like the sad screams of the wrong ghosts constantly hitting his ears.

"Well, it's not bad. It can be so strong in terms of sound, momentum and power... But it's a pity that your opponent is me." Chen Rufeng pointed forward with his angry sword, and the black light shrouded the sword body, but there was a huge reaction force shaking Chen Rufeng's arm along the hilt, and he almost grasped the sword unsteadily.

Chen Rufeng's magical face twitched slightly, and he meditated in his heart, "It turned out to be one of the thousand swords. No wonder there is aura in it to resist my magic to manipulate it. Fortunately, there are not many of these auras left, and I still have control.

After stabilizing his body, Chen Rufeng raised the angry wind sword again, and the black light on the sword soared, faintly piercing the sky. He held the angry sword and gently scratched it. Where the black sword light touched, those claws were like dust that had been destroyed and generalized, and could not get close to him at all. In the blink of an eye, those claws disappeared under the black sword light of the angry wind sword.

The original powerful and gloomy claws were completely annihilated by Chen Rufeng at this moment.

Wen Zicheng opened his mouth in shock and looked at Chen Rufeng in disbelief.

The blow that exhausted his true breath was easily broken by Chen Rufeng, and without leaving a trace, he didn't even breathe.

Why is this so?

"You...Who the hell are you?" Wen Zicheng was so scared that even his voice was hoarse. He bent his body and enveloped his whole body with endless fear.

"On that day, if you hadn't instructed me to rob the black yuan stone, I wouldn't have inhaled the evil spirit of the demon family and make it look like this today." Chen Rufeng said with a sneer, "All this is your fault and self-inflict."

"Today, I want you to die!" Chen Rufeng's last dead word was particularly fierce, full of the intention of revenge.

"You are not Chen Rufeng. Who the hell are you?" Wen Zicheng trembled all over and said weakly. Now he just wants to delay time as much as possible. A greedy and afraid of death like him can live one more moment, no matter what the cost.

Chen Rufeng said "Oh" and raised his head thoughtfully, "Who am I? I'm just Chen Rufeng... No, I'm afraid it's not accurate. I'm Chen Rufeng, but I'm a thought born after the evil spirit of the demon family invaded the body. I have always been hidden in Chen Rufeng's heart. As long as his anger is enough to wake me up, I will replace his mind and then release the hidden magic to help him solve all enemies.

Speaking of this, Chen Rufeng laughed in a dark voice: "At the same time, I'm still his 'friend'."

Wen Zicheng had already heard that his heart became cold and breathed cold. His mind turned quickly and kept looking for words to continue to procrastinate, but the more anxious he was, the more confused his head was and could not be cleared.

Chen Rufeng's eyebrows moved cunningly, and a deceit arc curved at the corners of his mouth. He lowered his head and said, "Well, the nonsense is over. It's time to come to an end."

Wen Zicheng was suddenly frightened, his hands and feet were cold, his lips couldn't help **, and his body was weak.

His feet seemed to be fixed in place and unable to move.

Chen Rufeng's angry wind sword pointed to the sky, and the huge black sword spewed out, like a burning black fireworks, rushing directly to the bright moon. When it reached the peak, it stopped abruptly, with a ten-foot-long sword spirit supporting between heaven and earth.

Looking at the black magic sword spirit that broke through the sky, a huge pressure in his heart began to constantly break through Wenzi to become the last line of psychological defense.

Like the door of hell suddenly opened, calling him under this black sword.

He doesn't want to die yet.

He hasn't enjoyed his glory and wealth yet.

But now, he can only be like a red crab on the table.

He has no power at all to resist Chen Rufeng's powerful sword spirit.

The black sword spirit fell suddenly, and the air was like a flash of thunder tearing air.

Wen Zicheng fell to the ground and looked fearfully at the black gas that opened his mouth to himself.

A lightning figure shot out from somewhere in the dense forest, and a black light appeared in his hand, blocking Wen Zicheng in front of him. At night, he could only see the man's eyes dimly. His whole body was wrapped in black clothes, and his outline was blurred.

The black light directly touched the black flame-like sword spirit. The black sword spirit seemed to split on a pool of flexible and strong clay, deeply trapped in the black light and stopped the previous unprecedented split.

However, the man in black who resisted seemed to be extremely difficult. He spit out a mouthful of blood, but the bright light in his hand still showed no sign of weakness.

"The polar magic screen... is a magician again." Chen Rufeng snorted coldly, and the angry wind sword suddenly closed up. The huge black flame pillar sword spirit made a huge shock, and the air fluctuated and shook. The sword spirit was full of energy and cracking around it.

When the man in black saw that Chen Rufeng put away his sword spirit, the pressure suddenly decreased greatly. However, it was a lot of money just now. The black light in my hand quickly disappeared, and the two tightly clenched palms loosened and hung on the side of their legs.

"Who is it?" Chen Rufeng asked coldly. The man in black did not have too much murderous intention in his eyes, and it seemed that he had no intention to pester Chen Rufeng.

Through the black cloth, the man in black bowed and said, "This hero, I hope I can forgive this man's life, and I will take him away in the moment."

The angry wind sword was shocked, and the blade pointed straight to the throat of the man in black. Chen Rufeng said coldly, "It's impossible. I have a great hatred for him, and I have to leave his body here today. If you hadn't used the 'extreme magic light screen' just now, if you had broken myself, I would have been seriously injured, otherwise I would have split it with the sword.

"And with the true spirit in your current body, I'm afraid you don't have the ability to continue to use the second 'polar magic screen'?" A ferocious smile appeared on Chen Rufeng's face again, and a wisp of black gas began to gather again on the angry wind sword.

Chen Rufeng's murderous intention suddenly flourished, and Wen Zi, who hid behind the man in black, turned pale. The man in black frowned and knew that it was futile to continue talking.

"Then, I'm offended." The tone of the man in black suddenly became ruthless, as if it had come out through a thousand years of ice. He took out a green bottle blocked by a red plug from his sleeve, pulled out the plug, and covered Wen Zicheng's mouth with a cloth. Soon, wisps of black smoke overflowed from the bottle, like a hazy mist, which soon filled the whole forest.

Ye Guhong shouted in embattle: "Magic fog! It's actually the magic weapon that can close people's air holes and suffocate them to death!"

Chen Rufeng didn't seem to know anything about it, but his footsteps moved back a little. The black fog quickly blew around him with the evening wind. Suddenly, he felt a strong closed feeling on his skin. The air holes seemed to be blocked and could not breathe, which made him so painful that he clenched the hilt of the angry wind sword and half kneeled on the ground, as if he had been strangling and struggling.

Riding the magic fog, the man in black grabbed Wen Zicheng and fled in which direction.

Ye Guhong quickly closed his airway, walked to the already self-evidentified and dangerous body, pulled up the Langyue sword, stimulated the remaining true qi in his body, and made the Langyue sword shine white. The white light on the moon sword should have a miraculous effect. Where the white light shines, the magic fog retreats to both sides like drained water and dares not approach it at all.

Ye Guhong rushed to Chen Rufeng's side, and Chen Rufeng was already dying. The white light dispelled the magic fog beside him, and his face showed a little rosy.

The red light in his eyes has also disappeared, and his ferocious and terrible face has also disappeared and returned to his previous appearance.