Ye Lingfeng sneered when he heard this and then said: "If I were you, I would have found a hole in the ground to crawl in and suffocate myself to death. I didn't expect you to be so complacent. If my cultivation had broken through to the God Refining Stage, , it only takes one move to kill you!"
"Good guy, I didn't expect you to be more arrogant than me, so let's see who among us is the final king."
Ouyang Peng stared at him and said something immediately, then took a few steps back and distanced himself from Ye Lingfeng.
Obviously, this is the rhythm for him to amplify his moves.
Ye Lingfeng also looked solemn, and at this moment, he had reached the stage of the final decisive battle.
After the matter was over, he went to Yuzhou, the Yuzhou Renhuang Palace, which was the core of Jiuzhou.
Only when he arrived in Kyushu could he get news about Mu Qinxue and Qianyu Yingji.
Seeing that Ouyang Peng was already preparing to use his powerful moves, Ye Lingfeng didn't hesitate and immediately stopped talking, put away the two great swords of Red Shadow and Ningxue, and took out the Demonic Blade.
The reason why he doesn't use the virtual sword is because Ouyang Peng is not worthy enough to let him lose the use of the virtual sword. After all, once he uses the virtual sword, his strength can be greatly improved, but he doesn't want to expose it unless he has to. After all, it is useless. Once, his power will be exhausted. Although he can kill Ouyang Peng, if something unexpected happens, he won't even know where to cry.
"Rising Dragon Strike..."
At this point, Ouyang Peng didn't give Ye Lingfeng time to prepare. He was already ready anyway. He immediately gave a loud shout and unleashed his peak god-refining cultivation level without any reservation.
I saw him flicking the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand, holding the sword across his chest, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which sprayed on the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
The Dragon-Slaying Sword buzzed and instantly turned blood red. The Dragon-Slaying Sword was originally a killing sword, but now it had Ouyang Peng's essence and blood. It was like a bloodthirsty evil weapon, shining with a scarlet and strange light.
As his movements fell, he clenched the Dragon-Slaying Sword with both hands and suddenly jumped up, with the force of Mount Tai pressing down on the top, slashing towards Ye Lingfeng with the force of splitting mountains and rivers.
The sword energy of the Dragon-Slaying Sword was like a rainbow, and as the roar of the giant dragon came out, a bone dragon was seen breaking out of the air, and a gloomy aura suddenly filled the surroundings.
Ye Lingfeng was shocked. It was rumored that people from the Ouyang family had the blood of the ancient Qinglong. This was true. However, Ouyang Peng actually practiced forbidden arts. I'm afraid it won't be long.
Facing the aura of death coming from the bone dragon, Ye Lingfeng felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. This bone dragon was not simple.
Immediately, the figure swayed back, and the Heavenly Demon Blade in his hand made a buzzing sound as if it was being pulled by the bone dragon. Ye Lingfeng held the Heavenly Demon Blade tightly, and was shocked. He did not expect that the Heavenly Demon Blade would betray him at this time. Come on!
He originally thought that he and the Heavenly Demon Blade had become one, but it seemed that he was wrong, but now he had no time to clean up the Heavenly Demon Blade. The power of the seven-color soul carried the rich Hongmeng purple energy and forcibly suppressed the sword soul in the Heavenly Demon Blade.
Then he suddenly slashed out a shocking sword light. As soon as the sword light came out, the rich murderous aura and violent destructive power exploded, and as it continued to advance, there was a crackling sound of thunder and lightning.
There was only a rumble, and in the distant void, a thunder exploded, shockingly striking the sky-shattering sword light struck by Ye Lingfeng.
Ye Lingfeng was shocked, he never thought it would end like this!
The shocking sword light was counterbalanced by the thunder, but the bone dragon came fiercely, swallowing the shocking sword light in one mouthful, and its power remained unabated, suddenly spitting out a black ball of light.
"No……"
Ye Lingfeng was unwilling to give in. Because of the check and balance of the sky thunder, the frustration of the shocking sword light, and the backlash of the demon blade, there was no doubt that he was unable to recover at this time.
Seeing the black ball of light approaching, he was unable to dodge.
Ouyang Peng laughed proudly when he saw this and said: "Haha, Ye Lingfeng, I thought you would use that sword, but unfortunately you didn't, but even if you don't have the chance, haha..."
Seeing that Ye Lingfeng was defeated, Ouyang Peng straightened his body, punched Ye Lingfeng in the chest, and then flew up with a kick. After several back and forth, Ye Lingfeng was covered with cuts and bruises.
"Get out, Ye Lingfeng, I will ruin your reputation and let everyone know your evil deeds."
At this time, Ouyang Peng was extremely proud. He stepped on Ye Lingfeng's chest, exerted force under his feet, and rushed out of the void space.
The space is distorted and light flashes.
There was a loud roar, dust and gravel flying.
Two figures were revealed, the ten black-clothed Dragon Guards, the Six Qingfeng Heroes, and Lang Yifei stopped fighting, all staring closely at the flying dust.
"Sir, you must win!" Looking at the dusty place, the old ghost's eyes were full of expectation and he couldn't help but shout loudly.
Xu Shaohua also stared at it, after all, he hoped that Ye Lingfeng could win, and if Ye Lingfeng won, he would survive.
If Ouyang Peng wins, then his death will undoubtedly come.
"Haha, wait and see, who is the king who retreats? Today, you will all die!"
As soon as the old ghost finished speaking, he heard a proud laugh coming through the dust.
Everyone was shocked, only the dragon guard in black was wearing a mask, and he didn't know what his expression was.
When the dust dissipated, the situation inside was revealed.
"This? This... is impossible, young master..." Upon seeing this, the old ghost jumped up from the ground and rushed over without knowing where he got the strength.
Ye Lingfeng was seen lying on the ground and glaring at Ouyang Peng, with eyes that could almost spit out flames.
He is not willing to give in! He was extremely remorseful!
It's a pity that these are useless, but his flawless clone, who would have thought that the Demon Blade would be in such a situation, all its strength was added to fight against the Demon Blade, and it was impossible to allocate strength to deal with Ouyang Peng.
"Little ghost cultivator, get out!" At this time, Ouyang Peng was feeling proud. Seeing the old ghost rushing towards him, he slapped it and turned it into a strong wind, hitting the old ghost's chest.
The old ghost gets up quickly and falls down just as quickly.
"Brother Gui..." Seeing this, Lang Yifei broke away from the entanglement of ten black-clothed dragon guards and rushed over.
Seeing that the old ghost closed his eyes tightly and there was still scarlet blood at the corner of his mouth, he instantly let out a heart-rending roar.
"Ouyang Peng, you despicable villain, I will fight with you..." Lang Yifei was so angry that he had nowhere to vent the anger in his heart.
At the moment, Ye Lingfeng has been subdued and the old ghost is dying. It can be said that he is the only one left.
He immediately roared angrily, turned into a giant wolf in a flash, raised his giant claws and suddenly swatted at Ouyang Peng.
"Hmph, a little wolf demon dares to act arrogantly in front of me. Even your master is no match for me. It's up to you to lie down for me."
Ouyang Peng snorted coldly, raised his hand to grab the dragon-slaying sword, and suddenly swung it towards Lang Yifei.
The dragon-slaying sword flew past, whizzing past.
There was just a squeaking sound, and the long sword entered the body, passed directly through Lang Yifei's body, then spun in a circle and slashed several times with the sword, and finally flew back to Ouyang Peng's hand.
Lang Yifei groaned, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"No! How is it possible? How could this happen? Master..." After Lang Yifei finished speaking, he heard a roar, and the huge wolf body fell to the ground, and finally returned to human form, vomiting blood, and was unable to stand up again.
"Young Master, please give instructions on what to do with them."
At this moment, ten dragon guards in black came to Ouyang Peng, bowed respectfully and said.
"Kill without mercy!" Ouyang Peng spit out three words coldly.
"Yes." After receiving Ouyang Peng's order, the ten black dragon guards spread out without hesitation and rushed towards the Six Heroes of Qingfeng, Luo Chenfeng and others.
Xu Shaohua in the distance couldn't help but gasped when he saw this, feeling extremely anxious.
"Father, why haven't you come yet? I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for you..." Xu Shaohua looked helpless, with a strong bitterness on his lips.
The gap between this kind of reversal was too big. According to his imagination, Ouyang Peng and Ye Lingfeng should both suffer losses, and it would be just right for him to reap the benefits.
But who would have thought that facing such a powerful Ouyang Peng, even Ye Lingfeng would be so vulnerable.
What should he do? What can he do!
Facing the approach of a dragon guard in black, Xu Shaohua could only resist, but he knew that if he showed that he had recovered from his injuries, it would attract Ouyang Peng's attention. In that case, he would not be able to persist. Father comes.
"Ouyang Peng, stop it. The person you want to kill is me. Now I have been stepped on by you. They are all innocent. Let them go."
Now, Ouyang Peng's appearance has given the ten black-clad Long Weiji confidence, and at the same time, it has brought strong oppression to Luo Chenfeng and others.
For a time, everyone was beaten back by ten black-clothed dragon guards. Counting Gu Daozi, there were twenty people on Luo Chenfeng's side.
But facing the crazy attack of ten black-clothed dragon guards, he felt like crying without tears, and was in unspeakable suffering.
During the tea time, Luo Chenfeng fell down five people forever.
Ye Lingfeng could not separate himself at the moment, but he could clearly see and hear the situation outside, and felt extremely heartbroken for a moment. These people were not relatives to him, but he did not expect that they would lose their lives because of him.
"Nao Nao, Ye Lingfeng, you can't save yourself, but you still want to save others, you are really great!"
When Ouyang Peng heard this, he exerted force with his feet. Ye Lingfeng instantly groaned and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Ouyang Peng, you'd better let them go, otherwise you will regret it!" Ye Lingfeng was extremely angry. For Ouyang Peng, he could say that it was because Ouyang Tianlong had repeatedly tolerated it, but he did not expect that his tolerance would be rewarded with Get worse.
He roared angrily immediately, and the Hongmeng Purple Qi surged in his body. If that was not possible, he would have no choice but to risk serious injuries to protect them.
"Oh? Now, you still dare to talk nonsense. Come on, let me see what other tricks you have..."
Ouyang Peng snorted coldly, raised his foot that was on Ye Lingfeng's chest, and then kicked Ye Lingfeng up with a sudden kick.
Immediately afterwards, the Dragon-Slaying Sword was suddenly slashed out with one strike. For him, as long as this strike passed, everything should be over.
His glory, his shame, and his dignity will all be restored under this sword.
Feeling the power of this sword, everyone present, including the ten black-clothed dragon guards, stopped moving and stared at the sword in the air.
"No, young master!" The old ghost yelled when he saw this. If he could, he wished he could bear that sword for Ye Lingfeng.
It's a pity that he doesn't have the strength to sit up at this time, let alone fly up and leap high into the sky to block the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
"Master, if you are alive, we will accompany you to rule the world. If you die, we will accompany you to fight against the Nine Netherworlds. What about you, old ghost?"
Lang Yifei was also staring closely at the Dragon-Slaying Sword in the air. At this time, his condition was not much different from that of the old ghost. It could be said that it was even worse.
"Of course, but I believe that the young master will not die. He is a man of great opportunity. This is not his home court at all. It is impossible to kill him with Ouyang Peng's cultivation level."
The old ghost nodded, with indescribable firmness in his eyes, but his sudden words made the young master fall into deep thought.
Yes, the young master has great opportunities and will never die so easily. For a moment, Lang Yifei's eyes flashed with excitement.
"Hmph, what benefits has Ye Lingfeng given you? It's really stupid that you still believe in him so much. But since you believe in him so much, I will help you and send you on your way first."
Ouyang Peng's face turned gloomy when he heard this, and he snorted coldly. He moved and appeared in front of Lang Yifei the next moment.
Looking at Lang Yifei, who was lying on the ground without any resistance, Ouyang Peng's eyes flashed with a trace of fanaticism, and he immediately sneered and said: "Your cultivation level is about to reach the realm of refining the gods, I guess you must have condensed it in your body." You have the blood of the Demon King, and now you are going to die, which is really an advantage for me."
"What?" Lang Yifei felt a chill coming over him when he heard this, and a look of intense horror appeared on his face.
"What? Are you scared? You should have understood the consequences of opposing me from the beginning. Now it's over. Everything is over..."
Ouyang Peng's proud laughter grew even louder when he saw this. After that, he used his hands as claws to suddenly explore Lang Yifei's heart.
"No, Ouyang Peng, you have to die a good death..." I saw Ouyang Peng dig out his heart with my own eyes. Lang Yifei roared unwillingly.
After the voice fell, he fainted and could no longer open his eyes.
"Xiaofei, Xiaofei!" The old ghost was right next to Lang Yifei. Seeing Ouyang Peng kill Lang Yifei in this way, his desperate roar could not express his current mood.
"You can't wait, can you?" Playing with Lang Yifei's shining golden heart in his hand, Ouyang Peng looked at the old ghost and sneered.
Then he said: "He said he would not let me go even if he were a ghost, so I came to see what you, a ghost cultivator, can do to me? Die!"
After Ouyang Peng said this, he raised his right hand and grabbed the old ghost, grabbing his neck.
"Ah! Woo! Ouyang Peng..." Ouyang Peng pinched his neck tightly. The old ghost was already seriously injured. He could only hold on with one breath. How could he survive?
Now being pinched by Ouyang Peng, his face turned extremely pale instantly, and he even started to stop taking pictures while talking.
"Haha, die. After all, I won. I won. I, Ouyang Peng, am the number one genius in Qingzhou. Haha, none of you can stop me. Not you, not you, not even Ye Lingfeng..."
Ouyang Peng's face became even more proud when he heard this. He pushed the old ghost away and looked up to the sky laughing.
