It's night, and the cold moon is shining brightly in the sky. Fengyue City is located in the southwest. Although winter has already entered, there is only a slightly cold north wind. There are still green leaves hanging on the branches in the urban green belt, rustling from time to time with the breeze. There was a rustling sound, as if there were insects and rats scurrying about in it.
Looking at the dark alley in front of him, Ye Fengyu couldn't help but feel doubtful. He was a little confused as to why the bright moonlight tonight failed to illuminate the alley. With his current cultivation level, he should have been able to explore the deep alley. The consciousness of the true face in the alley failed to penetrate three feet deep.
He paused for a moment in front of the deep alley, turned his head and looked at the green belt that was still swaying in the wind, and looked at the empty streets under the dim street lights, and he became a little more vigilant.
After taking a deep breath, Ye Fengyu stepped into the darkness of the alley.
Since he had stepped into the darkness, what he saw in front of him was naturally darkness. When he turned his head to see the scene outside the alley, everything behind him had disappeared, and was replaced by endless darkness, so dark that he could not see his fingers.
He looked down and saw darkness under his feet. He didn't know what he was stepping on. It was as if he had entered a dark space. He was the only one in this space!
He frowned tightly, feeling that there was no sound around him, and began to feel a little nervous. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and turned it on, but there was no light on the phone.
Even the colorful clothes on his body seemed to be soaked in ink in the darkness.
"This crappy phone is actually not as useful as an ordinary flashlight sometimes!"
Although he was thinking this, he didn't have a flashlight in his hand. Being in the dark, the most taboo thing was running around, so he didn't run around, but began to calmly analyze his surroundings.
When his spiritual consciousness was released, he could only detect a distance of about one meter as he stood at the entrance of the alley before, and he didn't know what was blocking it further away.
He stretched out his right hand forward, then carefully took a step forward, one meter forward, feeling that his palm did not touch anything.
After making sure that there was no one around, he stretched out his left hand, and a golden light appeared on his palm. He thought that the light would illuminate the scene in front of him, but the golden light only extended one meter around his palm and then disappeared.
He waved his right hand around, causing a wisp of breeze to pass through his fingers. Then, the surrounding dark atmosphere seemed to be mobilized. It looked like billowing black mist. From a distance, it looked like a burst of wind. The black mist wrapped a golden egg, and Ye Fengyu stood in the golden egg.
"anyone there?"
Ye Fengyu said the first sentence softly. After waiting for a while, there was still no answer. He was thinking of shouting again. However, at this moment, he only felt that the hairs on his body stood up, and a sense of crisis surged from the soles of his feet. heart.
There was finally the first gust of wind in this space, but this gust of wind was not what Ye Fengyu wanted. The wind was filled with endless cold air. At first, the wind only slightly swayed his clothes. After two breaths, it actually started to Gradually it became extremely turbulent, and the night wind and rain also changed from a candle to a sail on the waves.
After feeling the cold air, he immediately lowered his head and looked at the corner of his clothes, using the golden light in his hand to find that there was already a light layer of frost there.
At present, it is certain that this space has been isolated from the outside world. It looks like a space crack opened by the legendary immortal cultivator, but he is really confused in his heart.
He once saw a book in the library on the floating island in Fengyue Valley. In that book, there were extremely detailed descriptions of the characteristics and abilities of the various realms of immortality. In his memory, he had the ability to open up a new world. The strength of the space rift and his cultivation must have reached the pinnacle.
There are only a few extremely powerful people in the world today. The leader of the Luan Yun Sect has left a few days ago, and Feng Lan has also rushed to Mingyue City.
Who will be the strong person in the extreme realm in Fengyue City? Why would he use such methods to deal with himself?
He saw the light frost starting to freeze everywhere on his body, and knew that he could not wait any longer. Facing the methods of creating the most powerful person, all calculations were in vain!
Ye Fengyu did not choose to calculate. He made a decision quickly. He didn't know when he clenched Wuhua tightly in his hand, and then several rays of light emerged from his hand, among which the silvery white one was the most intense.
Then, wisps of blood mist began to seep out of the pores on his body, and the golden eggs quickly turned into blood eggs. The golden light wrapped on his skin made him look like an egg yolk, except that the yolk was human-shaped.
As everything was ready, the pressure from the surrounding black mist became even stronger, as if it was squeezing the blood egg into powder, or turning the blood egg into a part of it, and the coldness in the wind became increasingly intense. It was so compelling that the corners of his clothes had been sealed by ice. No matter how hard it was to sway, he could still vaguely see the ice cones extending towards the back.
At this time, Ye Fengyu's face was a little pale, and he didn't know whether it was because of the cold or something else. At least it could be seen that he didn't want to pay attention to the cold air in the wind now, and just wanted to deal with the strong sense of crisis.
The Wuhua in his hand was ready to go, but until now, he still didn't see what the crisis against him in the darkness came from, and the dagger was still unable to be released.
I don't know if it was because the man in the dark noticed that Ye Fengyu still had some reservations, so the wind around him became a little stronger, and the clothes on his body were quickly frozen, and then the ice cubes were cut into pieces by the wind. The crumbs disappeared in the darkness, and then froze on Ye Fengyu's body.
I don't know how many times this happened. The vitality around Ye Fengyu gradually dissipated with the wind, and his face became paler. Even though he was protected by golden light, his lips were inevitably dried by the wind, and then cracks appeared, and there was blood. It seeped out, but was frozen by the cold air when it was about to drip, like a bright red agate.
There is indeed a world of difference between Zaoji and entering the hall. Just the wind force that can be created casually can make Ye Fengyu feel weak, and then he begins to despair. Just after he thinks that he has exhausted everything in his body, he hands Wuhua suddenly trembled violently.
Wuhua escaped directly from his control, flew through the air against the cold wind, and quickly disappeared into the darkness. Before Ye Fengyu could get anxious, a silvery white light suddenly appeared in the darkness ahead.
The light centered on Wuhua directly stretched the surrounding black mist to a range of ten feet. With this light, it could be seen that runes began to separate from the dagger, as if the stickers were blown off by the wind.
However, the scene of the runes flying away did not appear. Instead, they began to gather around Wuhua, wrapping the originally uneven iron sword. Then, Wuhua was no longer Wuhua!
As the number of runes increased, Wuhua's dagger quickly transformed into a shining silver flying sword, which looked extremely dazzling. Ye Fengyu couldn't help but squint his eyes, a little surprised by Wuhua's performance.
At this time, the sharp edge of the dagger was revealed, and it moved forward indomitably. As the last rune completed the flaws, an aura that made Ye Fengyu himself feel palpitated burst out from it, spreading around like a river bursting its embankment.
When the surrounding black mist felt this aura, it actually retreated several feet away, and the silver light also took advantage of the rare opportunity to open up a larger space.
Ye Fengyu took a step forward, stepping into the area controlled by Wuhua, but his eyes fell far ahead.
The black mist there retreated, revealing a crutch that was originally hidden in the black mist. The crutch held a hand. The hand looked very rough. It was unclear whether it was a wrinkle or a scar. It was full of the vicissitudes of time. .
"Um?"
As the crutch appeared, the man let out a light sigh, and it sounded like he was very surprised by the action of the dagger.
"who is it?"
Ye Fengyu clutched his chest, which was feeling stuffy, and looked at the crutch with narrowed eyes, with a hint of anger and reluctance in his tone.
The man's face was still hidden in the darkness, and he did not answer Ye Fengyu's words. He just stretched out his other hand, which held a broken bowl. At this time, billowing black mist was continuously spraying out of the bowl. The black mist quickly merged with the surroundings.
Ye Fengyu looked at Wuhua who had stabilized in the air, and could tell that the gust of wind had stopped. However, now Wuhua was not under his control at all, and he couldn't even interfere with it.
Although the Wuhua dagger is his natal magic weapon, its owner was powerful after all. The dagger was naturally infected with an unyielding arrogance. There is also spiritual energy in the dagger. Unless the opponent uses strong means to suppress it, there will be no such thing in the world. People can control it.
Looking at the broken bowl with billowing black mist, Ye Fengyu's expression became extremely solemn. He guessed that it must be an extremely extraordinary magic weapon. What level of cultivation the other party had reached, Ye Fengyu couldn't even see through. Now he added With this weird magic weapon, what chance does he have of winning?
I saw the broken bowl slowly drifting away from the vicissitudes of the hand, and the fingers of the middle hand were slightly bent, with a thumb resting on it, and then wisps of black mist seeped out from the pores and turned into a black sword at the fingertips.
The black sword ignored the silver light around it, and emitted wisps of soul-stirring cold light at the tip and edge of the sword!
Just when the black sword appeared, Ye Fengyu felt cold sweat all over his body, and his body seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all.
"Then try this again!"
Although the man tried to keep his voice as soft as possible, Ye Fengyu sounded a little excited and a little inexplicable.
It's a pity that Ye Fengyu is not interested in thinking so much. After the man finished speaking, he flicked his fingers, and the black sword brought up a black sword spike, swinging like a fish tail.
The black sword did not fly towards Ye Fengyu. It seemed that Ye Fengyu was too weak in that person's eyes and was not qualified to receive his sword. Of course, those who were qualified had something else, and it was that sword that was no longer simple. The Wuhua Sword!
Although Wuhua had a sword edge covered by runes, it was still short and incompatible with the aura he was exuding at this time.
The moment the black sword flew out, Wuhua also flew towards the black sword. There was not much difference in momentum between the two flying swords. Firstly, the runes on Wuhua were greatly The gap between the two was narrowed. Another reason was that the man didn't use his full strength for some reason.
The only thing Ye Fengyu could do was to stand quietly and watch. With the support of the dagger, he was able to relax for a short period of time.
However, just when he thought that the man opposite him would make no more moves, the crutch suddenly broke away from his wrinkled palm and rushed towards Ye Fengyu.
The speed was actually half a minute faster than the black sword, and he appeared in front of Ye Fengyu in the blink of an eye. Before he could hold up his vitality shield, he hit his chest hard, and for a moment he felt his chest becoming more and more stuffy.
"uh-huh!"
Ye Fengyu couldn't bear it any longer, so he let out a muffled groan, blood overflowed from the corners of his lips, his face became extremely pale, and his body was knocked back several meters.
At the same time, Heijian and Wuhua finally met. The tips of the two swords collided with the aura on the swords. The spiritual energy of the world trembled, and the aftermath spread from them. The two sides were unable to fight. Evenly matched.
Ye Fengyu's face changed slightly. Wuhua's attack had obviously reached the peak of power. He knew that Wuhua had absorbed a lot of spiritual energy from heaven and earth with the help of the spirit gathering array not long ago, and there were also runes in it. It was indeed necessary to unleash this power. It makes sense.
Although the two sides were equally matched, the black sword was made of black energy after all, and its shape was unstable. It began to dissipate after the impact...
