Facing Yang Feng with six heads spitting poison.
One hand holds the spinning turtle that can move the abyss on its back.
I'll blame your ancestors!
The turtle's face turned green.
"Damn it! If you have the surname Yang, don't hide away!"
The anger is overwhelming!
Xiang Liu ignored the shell of the spin turtle, which was invulnerable to all poisons.
With Yang Feng's physical body, he was not afraid of Xiang Liu's venom, but the dark green liquid was still sticky and disgusting!
After some consideration, Yang Feng decided to sacrifice the old turtle on the ground.
"Young man named Yang, I, the turtle, are at odds with you!"
He is a genuine Xuanwu, with pure Xuanwu blood flowing in his body, and he will evolve into a real Xuanwu sooner or later. What happened today will definitely become a stain on his life in the future, oh no, it will be a stain on his life.
"What are you yelling about? Washing will make you healthier!"
Wash you!
Why don't you wash it?
Biubiu!
…
The liquid sprayed out by Xiang Liu was all in vain, and Yang Feng blocked it all with the shell of the spinning turtle.
"I want you to die!"
The Spin Turtle directly uses the Xuanwu bloodline.
An old turtle actually gave birth to a snake.
He spit out the snake letter and bit Yang Feng's neck.
Kaka!
A few broken teeth!
The spin turtle that inspired the Xuanwu bloodline had changes visible to the naked eye in its body shape and appearance.
The turtle shell changed from black to light blue, and then the tail area gave birth to a python.
Perched on the shell of a spinner turtle.
The two generals are turtle and snake.
"Finally you can't hold it any longer?"
Xuanwu bloodline! It happened that a tortoise that Yang Feng got to know also often yelled that he could evolve into Xuanwu.
Today, I happened to get some blood from this guy.
"I'm afraid, but don't worry, this is just the beginning. I will let you experience what despair is."
The spinning turtle that inspired the Xuanwu bloodline had an aura that swallowed up mountains and rivers.
"That's right! Then I'll let you know what flogging is!"
Yang Feng quickly grasped Xiang Liu's huge body.
Bang bang bang!
After personally experiencing the force of eight hundred thousand kilograms, Xiang Liu said a sad word.
"If you give birth to a demon, how can you give birth to a seal?"
Then, Yang Feng used it as a whip and whipped him.
"Two useless losers!"
Ling Xiao originally thought that Yang Fengzhi could be submissive with just one person, but unexpectedly, even after adding Xiang Liu, he still had no upper hand.
Two against one Suzaku, one in the heart, sad!
It's still within her ability to deal with one person, but with you, one versus two, isn't this making things difficult for me?
"Xiang Liu, are you still hiding this matter now? If the master's affairs are not completed, go back and wait to be punished!"
Hearing Xuangui's reminder, Xiang Liu thought of the scene of being punished, and immediately perked up, and the blood of the demon god was instantly stimulated.
The nine snake heads look extremely ferocious.
Twisting his huge body, he broke free from Yang Feng's hand.
Fuck him!
This is the only thought in Xiang Liu's heart.
Nine snake heads wrapped around Yang Feng's body.
"Phew! This scoundrel is really strong."
With nine snake heads wrapped around his waist and arms at the same time, a layer of pale golden scab formed on Yang Feng's left arm.
On the shoulders, two clusters of flames shot out, one golden and one green, quite harmonious.
Then, these two clusters of inconspicuous flames turned into raging flames.
Zizzz!
So cool!
Dark green liquid oozed from the scales on Xiang Liu's body.
Gulu, Gulu! Keep bubbling.
"Is the temperature of your flame keeping me warm?"
This level of temperature is not enough to warm his cold blood.
"You'll know in a moment."
Boil a frog in warm water, no, boil a frog in warm fire, not to mention this is not an ordinary snake, but the ancient demon god Xiangliu with nine heads.
Snakes are cold-blooded animals. In comparison, Xiang Liu's blood reached sub-zero levels.
The Kowloon Golden Nether Flame and the Green Nether Flame are only at the level of Earth Fire. If you want to hurt Xiang Liu, you must at least be top-level Sky Fire.
"Hahaha! You have no chance."
Yang Feng, whose body was imprisoned by the nine-headed willow, was now like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
It was even more impossible for the Spin Turtle to give Yang Feng a chance to breathe. Seeing the right moment, his Taishan Meteor Drop, a general offensive, violently attacked Yang Feng.
Boom boom boom!
Bang bang bang!
"This kid, it's time for him to have some fun, right?"
"Hmph! This is what you get for insulting me!"
The Spin Turtle touched its nose with its paws in a humane manner.
He looks like he must avenge himself.
But before he could enjoy the fruits of victory, he felt a surge of energy under the turtle shell.
"Old Turtle, why are you so excited? Look at how much sweat you are sweating."
"God, you're sweating! I can't stand it anymore..."
Yang Feng knocked him away with one punch.
Before Xiang Liu could catch the flying turtle with his tail, he felt a force.
"Let you be stunned!"
Bang bang bang!
After breaking free from Xiang Liu's body.
"Cut it off!"
The demon-suppressing sword in his hand fell towards the seven-inch position.
"Boy, how dare you hurt me!"
Shit!
One of Xiangliu's nine heads was chopped off and flew far away. Xiangliu, who had lost one of his heads, was bleeding like rain.
"This sword..."
The Suzaku in the distance was so far away that its neck was shrinking. In their state, as long as the demon soul is immortal, they will not die.
But despite this, the pain was still very real.
What's more, Suzaku only has one head. If one is chopped off like Xiang Liu, even if he doesn't die, his vitality will definitely be severely damaged.
"Boy, if you hurt my head, I'll take your life as compensation!"
Xiang Liu, who had inspired the demon god's bloodline, had a red light emanating from his body, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
pain!
He hadn't felt pain in a long time.
Today, a human ant in the fusion stage actually cut off his head. If he didn't kill the ant, it would be impossible to eliminate the hatred in his heart.
The remaining eight heads were like eight chains of order, with no dead ends in 360 degrees, binding Yang Feng's neck.
Body, limbs!
After losing a head, Xiang Liu's combat effectiveness was not reduced but greatly increased by the surge of demon god's bloodline.
Even Yang Feng, who had the physical strength of the Immortal Realm, could smell a hint of danger.
"Hahaha! Have you finally taken it seriously? I have to say, you are much better than that turtle that can only huddle in its shell."
Cutting off the opponent's head would have no effect. Yang Feng had long noticed this problem, but he didn't expect that Xiang Liu's combat effectiveness would actually increase instead of losing a head.
And he also showed real fire, and he hasn't fought anyone for a long time.
"Desolation Sword Slash!"
The Lingsha Sword instantly appeared in his hand, and the desolate energy in the second dantian in his body poured into the Lingsha Sword continuously as if it was free of charge.
"Condensing Qi", after practicing to the integration stage, Yang Feng's desolate Qi can already be condensed into essence.
The Lingsha Sword Spirit, like a god, appeared behind Yang Feng, and the desolate energy injected into it wrapped around the body of the Lingsha Sword.
"It seems that after leaving here, we must forge swords to improve the quality of the Lingsha Sword."
This was Yang Feng's deepest feeling. After refining the Lingsha Sword into his own natal magical weapon, he and the Lingsha Sword became as one.
When one is prosperous, both are prosperous; when one is lost, both are harmed!
He is now even afraid that if he accumulates too much desolate power, the Lingsha Sword will explode completely because it cannot withstand this violent energy.
After Xiang Liu activated his bloodline, he also suppressed Yang Feng crazily, not intending to give Yang Feng any chance to accumulate power.
Boom boom boom!
Bang bang bang!
Flesh and blood spattered, and after Yang Feng and Xiang Liu collided, blood rained down from the sky.
Poof!
Yang Feng felt a violent tremor in his chest and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.
boom!
A shapeless, bloody giant fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily.
At this time, a man in blood-stained white clothes slowly fell to the ground. The broken sword in his hand was inserted into the ground, and he half-knelt on the ground.
"Desolation Pill, explode!"
Yang Feng didn't give Xiang Liu a chance to breathe. He took out the Desolation Pill condensed in the Second Dantian and blasted it at Xiang Liu's bloody mass.
crazy!
madman! A complete lunatic!
The Spin Turtle was cultivating his body and mind in the dark, stroking the "numerous scars" on his turtle shell, and took another look at Xiang Liu, who saw "no bones left".
Leaving through the air, he got up and evolved into a true Xuanwu.
Suzaku is already scared. Even if he has nine lives, he can't afford Yang Feng's desperate fighting style!
"Yang Feng, where did you come from?"
Ling Xiao, whispering.
He has been fighting for countless years since his debut, and today he unexpectedly fell into the hands of a monk in the integration stage.
Reluctantly, he glanced at Jianyi in the distance.
"withdraw!"
Now that he has a body, this small immortal land cannot stop him. After the further integration of his soul and this immortal demon body, not even an immortal can stop his steps.
At that time, he will definitely come again, take away Jian Yi who has an immortal body, and reappear as an immortal demon body.
"Phew! They finally left."
"Si Feng, are you okay?"
With Yang Feng's performance just now, they no longer regard Yang Feng as a monk in the integration stage. If it were any of them who had faced Xiang Liu who inspired the demon god's bloodline, they would not be able to do better than Yang Feng. .
"What a pity! His demon soul escaped."
This is what Yang Feng regrets the most. He fought tooth and nail but got nothing in the end.
"Be content, you are the demon god Xiang Liu at the level of an immortal beast. If your cultivation had not been suppressed by the rules of heaven and earth here, even if you self-destruct, you would have nothing to do with the opponent."
Pan Xuan poured cold water on Yang Feng, wanting to remind Yang Feng that he still had some distance to go before becoming a true immortal.
"Ahem! The instructor wouldn't let you do this, it would be a disservice to his own students."
While Yang Feng, Pan Xuan and their group were chatting and laughing, no one noticed Gu Qianqian's cold and unfamiliar look in the crowd.
Even his cultivation level has undergone major changes.
"Everyone, let's rest for a few days, and then practice individually. Just wait until the opening time of the Land of Immortal Fall ends and leave."
Pan Xuan gave an order and disappeared.
She doesn't like excitement.
After Yang Feng's battle with Xiang Liu, he gained a new understanding. Whether it was swordsmanship, cultivation, or even his physical body, all three improved by leaps and bounds.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and a powerful aura shot straight into the sky.
Some people died, but not completely...
