"Hey, why don't you two run away? Are you so desperate that you gave up resistance?"
Chen Kuang tilted his head: "It's a pity that you can't keep your knife by killing prey that dare not resist."
"Then stimulate them a little more."
Yang Feng looked at Qing Fengyun and said with a smile: "Your granddaughter's name is Qing Xiaoling, right? She died decades ago. Our young sect leader Wu Wang committed suicide. I heard that she also has a niece in the Blood Knife Sect, too. They were made into cauldrons by the young master, do you want to know what they said before they died?"
"I'll kill you evil cultivators!"
Qing Fengyun's eyes were bloodshot. He was so angry that he clenched his fist and punched Yang Feng.
Qian Buyan also took action, using a short sword.
Although he is a warrior.
You can cultivate to the divine gate.
After all, he still has some strength.
Regardless of survival, these irreversible punches and swords made Chen Kuang and Yang Feng feel in danger.
But the crisis is not much, just a little.
Yes.
Just a little.
As a late-stage Jindan cultivator, even though he could only suppress his realm to the peak of foundation building in the Age of Ending Law, it was still not something that a small warrior could touch.
I saw Chen Kuang raising the bloody knife in his hand with disdain, and heard a crisp 'ding' sound.
The dagger in Qian Buyan's hand was broken by the shock, and his body flew dozens of meters away like a kite with broken strings.
Qing Fengyun was even worse. His body stopped three meters in front of Chen Kuang, and his fist could no longer move forward even an inch.
then.
A pressure that made Qing Fengyun desperate came down.
He instinctively began to fear, his soul was trembling, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
The heavy pressure like Mount Tai made Qing Fengyun's waist gradually stoop, and his knees slowly bent uncontrollably.
"Kneel down!"
The clouds of calamity gathered above Chen Kuang's head, thunder exploded behind him, and a sudden roar sounded like a god.
"Plop——"
Qing Fengyun knelt on the ground, his weathered face full of helpless reluctance.
"The spirit palace is opened, monsters are rioting, and two martial arts masters are unfortunately killed. How pleasant it sounds."
Yang Feng on the side savored the despair of Qing Fengyun and Qian Buyan. The pleasure of controlling other people's lives and deaths was simply irresistible.
but.
Desperation is not enough.
Yang Feng raised Qing Fengyun's chin with his blood knife and said with a smile: "That Ye Fan you were talking about earlier, is he very powerful?"
Qian Qian, who was seriously injured and vomiting blood in the distance, said nothing and said in a weak voice: "If Mr. Ye were here, how could you be so arrogant as evil cultivators like you?"
"Wait, Mark?"
Chen Kuang suddenly asked: "Lao Yang, is the person the leader ordered to find named Ye Fan?"
Yang Feng was stunned: "It seems so."
The next second he said happily: "This time I made a lot of money. The leader has issued a reward order. As long as you provide clues, you can get two Yuan-increasing pills. Taking them can improve a small level. We just have one for each of us." Infant Realm—just around the corner!”
Chen Kuang said regretfully: "It's a pity that Ye Fan is not here. If he can be captured alive, he will be rewarded even more!"
"Yeah, it's a pity."
Yang Feng rolled his eyes and looked at Qing Fengyun again: "Since you two know about Mark, think of it and lure him here. Then you can spare your life."
Qing Fengyun nodded and said, "Okay, come over here and I'll tell you where Mr. Ye is."
Yang Feng bent down and listened.
Qing Fengyun spat, but unfortunately there was a spiritual energy barrier in front of Yang Feng.
Qing Fengyun cursed angrily: "Are you worthy of evil cultivators who harm their own kind? Even if I die, I will never reveal any information about Mr. Ye to you!"
"It doesn't matter,"
Not only was Yang Feng not angry, but he smiled brightly and said: "You can search for your souls after you die. It will not be difficult to find Ye Fan."
"No need to look for it, I'm here."
"who!"
Chen Kuang and Yang Feng's scalps exploded.
As the sudden sound rang out, they discovered a large group of people standing on the sea dozens of meters away.
a man.
Two women.
A soul.
There is another... tortoise?
No, if you look closely it looks like a turtle, very ugly.
"One of the two female cultivators is at the peak of the Golden Core, and the other is at the Peak of Foundation Establishment. The female soul body realm is comparable to the Peak of Foundation Establishment. As for the man's realm, I can't see through it, but... there is a high probability that it will not be lower than the Peak of Golden Core."
Yang Feng felt uneasy in his heart, and said with a friendly smile: "You are the Ye Fan that the leader is looking for, right? You are indeed a talented person, I don't know if Ye Daoyou is the teacher -"
"Snapped!"
Ye Fan's figure flashed and appeared in front of Yang Feng in an instant. He raised his hand and made a big ear-scratcher.
The aura barrier in front of Yang Feng was fragile and had no defensive effect at all. As a result, the unprepared Yang Feng was directly slapped and flew backwards.
"..."
There was silence.
No one thought that Ye Fan would suddenly take action.
The person involved, Yang Feng, covered his red and swollen right face and was stunned for a moment. He couldn't believe that he, a dignified Jindan monk, was slapped in the face. This was simply a great shame and humiliation!
It's been a long time.
Yang Feng said angrily: "How dare you slap me! Do you know——"
"Snapped!"
Before Yang Feng could finish speaking, there was another slap in the face, but this time it was not Ye Fan, but Shen Hua.
The holy lady of Kunlun Ruins said in a cold voice: "The evil sects and crooked ways will be punished by everyone!"
Say it.
He didn't give Yang Feng a chance to speak at all, and his fists hit Yang Feng like raindrops.
With just one breath, Yang Feng felt like he had been punched hundreds of times, until he vomited blood and saw stars in his eyes.
He will be beaten to death with fists...
This is a life and death crisis!
Yang Feng, who was in such a state of embarrassment, couldn't care less about the pain in his body and quickly summoned a spiritual energy barrier to try to resist the fist that was so fast that a phantom appeared.
But the spiritual energy barrier was too fragile. The strange girl in front of him could break through several layers with one punch. Yang Feng could only block it with the blood sword in front of him, but... it was still useless!
The fist kept falling on the bloody knife, and sparks flew out.
Yang Feng's heart was beating wildly, because the blood knife that could withstand a blow from the Nascent Soul cultivator actually showed signs of dent...
Everyone in Yang Feng was frightened.
Why does it feel like the girl in front of him looks more like an evil cultivator than him? No...she is simply a madwoman!
Yang Feng couldn't help but roared: "Chen Kuang, save me!!!"
