"Do you think so?"
With a heavy sigh, just before the storm, the old man suddenly turned around, his neck stiffened: "This child is fierce. With my current strength, it's impossible to win in this manner. It's all because of the family's gate. Your thoughts align with ours, so you can only sacrifice a hundred students to fill the burial chamber of the Black Sword, and then leave!"
His voice lowered, and there was no despair in the old man's eyes. The fire blazed fiercely in the storm, burning the old chef in an instant. It was too easy.
The next mont, the surrounding wind suddenly stopped, and the world seed to fall into silence.
In the darkness, two pairs of gigantic eyes slowly opened from the blue sky, trailing behind with the panic-inducing presence of the professor Feng Aba.
These were eyes, not two flas emitting a golden light. The flas were a bright green, gradually dissipated by deep gold in the center, slowly expanding in this vast blue sky, as if a pair of eyes gradually opening!
Ignoring the blind stares behind the disciple, a hand shocked the old man, his entire body excited. Few people, like green lamps, like fireflies, drifted from his freshly burnt palm, pointing towards the golden-green eyes behind him.
The graceful green gathered in his hand, even the sky at this mont was covered by the green light, dimming.
If Ye Fengsheng truly hoped that the old chaos would use his tools, feeding with blood alone was already painful. This tool, which takes others' lives, should be used as a buffer, yet waiting for it to do so was impossible. Otherwise, he could ensure his safety, protecting his spiritual existence. This was rely a poor thod.
Behind Su Zong's eyes, white curls wrapped in water appeared in the palm of the storm. With this spiritual power that twisted the air, one could see how much effort Ye Fengsheng expended in this attack.
With a twist of the palm, the storm's center pointed a finger, shaking him, but he could only see a glassy jade flying out from the palm, like a rainbow sweeping across in the sunlight, suddenly hitting Ye Fengling's waist, creating colorful waves.
In this distance like a surge of energy, it was steel, making it difficult for him to dig a hole!
Ye Fengsheng was an ancient figure who protected his body in two ways. The reason was that he was blocked by them, using his fists to brace against an old chaos's face.
"Such a powerful air path!"
Looking at the outer layer of the body, obviously not having as much protective effect as elsewhere, Ye Feng's voice was awe-inspiring.
This Spiritual Energy was clearly stronger than any of his previous attackers, and the Spiritual Energy was particularly fragile. He did not know what this old friend was using.
Feeding with ordinary people's blood was utilizing your loss to condense the Spiritual Energy, enhancing the concentration level of Spiritual Energy, increasing the activity of Spiritual Energy, therefore exchanging for improved techniques. Yet now, the Spiritual Energy was clearly exaggeratedly irritable, even reading so violent force from the Spiritual Energy.
Just like these ntally disturbed patients are very depressed!
So Ye Fengsheng did not appear.
Don't hesitate any longer, looking at the answer behind those fireflies, at this mont already scattered across half the sky, Ye Fengsheng's sleeves trembled, a pure heart decided to join a Heart-Cleansing Recipe, a Black Sword Palm, then headed straight toward the horizon.
The Black Sword carved with records of watercolor and cyan, Su Zong, his eyes improvisationally, then pierced straight into the clouds, like a giant hole in the sky!
The sky was not the original blue, just a chaotic cyclone faintly visible in this gigantic chaos, so blue and water-colored mysterious symbols walking through like lightning and frost.
It was located on Mang Mountain, a mountain used by the forces of Heaven and Earth, based on successful thods and harmony and proximity with the Heaven and Earth Spirit. This ti Ye Feng's voice was filled with soul, his body filled with the evil soul from the lock. On the hilt of the sword in the five fingers, the pure soul's spark traveled along the sword, creating a chaotic sky.
The massive chaos ford a tornado, turning half the sky into a gigantic whirlwind, like a seawater storm lighting up the horizon!
The mountains and rivers began to tremble, the Yangtze River and Yellow River began to uneasily descend, with giant waves crashing against the mountain walls, emitting a trembling sound of the earth.
Within a radius of twenty miles of Linjiang Mountain, the spirit began to scatter, students suffering from the storm could not resist the spiritual invasion, and maybe the only unprotected situation was falling from the sky, bewildered.
Clearly, face to face, Ye Fengsheng's voice was a powerful tool. The old man's eyes fixed closely, his red hands trembling violently. Student pigs, who fell on the horizon, three among them were torn in his sky, turning into countless pieces, heading towards a dense Sea Fire behind him.
Before your death could even reach the roar!
Students covered in blood on their faces were sared with glass, the sky silent, even if the sky's pain was enough to break the boundary's bones.
Adding the flesh and blood, supporting the soul's fire that held half the sky always revealing its true form here!
This was a massive mountain flight!
In so illusions, the teeth before the fla shone like great drums on green wrapping paper, blindly appearing golden large, not white eyes, but a pair of great students.
Like a waterfall, like a tongue rolling back and forth, occasionally green flas flowing down from it, passing through the air, falling to the ground, emitting countless necessity sounds like animal saliva equally terrifying and depressing.
At first glance, like a giant, devouring, oddly shaped cow, but on closer inspection, at the tail of the package, blazed a fierce fla, a snake's tail!
As if because of the exhaustion of spiritual power, the palm looked around, finally setting its gaze on the disciples below. With his hand, he heard the screams of the disciples below.
Traitor!
"I will do everything to give you a better practice place!"
Drinking wildly in his mouth, taking the gate, reincarnating into three people's flesh and blood. He added spirit to his death. So he finally condensed a gigantic monster occupying half the sky!
That voice like thunder, emitted from the throat of the beast, shaking the surrounding room. Visible sound waves spread in the air, like ripples suddenly appearing on the calm water's surface. The original empty air moved like a tide in all directions.
The golden students were first locked onto the sounds across Phoenix City. The mountains' tremors, the sky's rumble, the mountains' tremors, the flowers, grass, and trees' tremors, even a small animal in the mountain, signified it was a pile of rotten at.
It was bred from the flesh and blood of nurous terrified storm students, flying together with the evil monster Zhen Sanfei, and only that roar, finally possessing such incredible power!
With this inco, Ye Fengsheng truly did not understand why these people always liked to rely on their own power, creating monsters in a coherent form, making it difficult not to see animals as a symbol of power.
But now there was no ti to think about such a thing, pulling out the sword from the horizon in his hand, passing through a chaotic twisted sword, as if the sword had already bent, waiting for it to pull the sword out from the sky!
The position not often polluted by sword knives was touched by this force, and within a ti, cracks appeared in its shape!
This sword could not endure even in space!
Although the outside world's spirit was not as rich as the ancient people's spirit, as long as there was a gathering line, within twenty miles the spirit would condense, and the power it contained would never be anyone's!
If it wasn't that Ye Fengsheng entered Jieda, he would have long been crushed by this great soul, turned into a corpse, barely having ti to master this power.
Now, even if he had beco soone within the Jiedan realm, he could only rely on his affinity for Spiritual Energy and the help of two ancient families without any ans of education, condensing a sword exceeding the boundary he could withstand!
Five fingers tightly gripping the sword hilt. What he wanted was not the sword, but the entire sky!
As he struck with the sword, the horizon shook, the rotating sky like a muddy pond, the pond ford a silt from the north.
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