Chapter 1094: Killing the Immortal with One Sword
Ye Bufan's martial soul shadow has become extremely solid, showing that his cultivation level is extremely close to the true king's realm. Situ
Especially since I don't know what kind of soul-injecting object he used when he broke into the virtual realm, the condensed martial soul shadow turned out to be an ancient mirage dragon.
The level of this martial spirit is obviously ridiculously high. Ye Feng estimates that it has reached at least the third level, and may even enter the fourth level. This is the only one he has seen in his life.
No wonder this man was so confident that he not only wanted to kill Ye Feng, but also wanted to trample Liang Jiuzhou, the number one genius of Tianji Palace, under his feet.
"kill!"
With a word whispered in his mouth, Ye Bufan looked down from a high position and pointed his finger at Ye Feng. The golden mirage dragon standing dozens of feet behind him instantly stood up.
Roar……
There was a faint roaring sound coming from the Mirage Dragon's head, and a mighty and powerful aura surged, which was thrilling.
Then, the golden mirage transformed into a rolling golden torrent, shooting down towards where Ye Feng stood.
If it were an ordinary warrior in the virtual realm, facing this kind of suppression with a trace of dragon power, I am afraid that he would not be able to improve his fighting spirit at all. Those who are not strong in martial arts may even lose their souls and kneel down in fear to beg for mercy.
But Ye Feng was not greatly affected.
With his extremely strong mental power, he could basically ignore these attacks from his momentum. Ye Feng just held the Moro knife and stared at the golden torrent shooting out of the air, his expression becoming extremely solemn.
Ye Bufan's martial spirit gave him a very, very dangerous feeling.
The turbulence was like a thunderous blow. Perhaps even if he was stronger than himself, he would have to do his best to resist it.
The golden light flashed, and the torrent arrived in the blink of an eye. At the moment it fell, Ye Feng's body exploded, inspiring the Sunda Cloud Shield, and at the same time he called on his vitality to quickly swing the Moro Knife in his hand.
One after another, the sword light shot out directly, the sword intention was mixed with the billowing vitality, the steel was like a mark, and it surged away against the golden torrent.
Tsk...
The mirage twisted a few times in mid-air, as if it had spiritual power. It actually knew how to avoid the sharp edges and dodged most of Ye Feng's attacks.
boom!
The few rays of sword light could not compete with this huge torrent, and were directly crushed. Then the mirage dragon's figure bombarded the Sunda Cloud Shield in front of Ye Feng, and a huge roar broke out.
The earth trembles...
The earth shook.
The violent force poured out and was unstoppable. Even with the protection of Sunda Cloud Shield, Ye Feng was still knocked backward by the golden torrent after a violent earthquake.
The figure rolled dozens of feet in mid-air before barely stopping its decline.
When his feet hit the ground, Ye Feng felt his internal organs vibrating and his blood flowing backwards. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of reversed blood uncontrollably.
Finally... hurt.
After the battle in the Forbidden City, Ye Feng had never endured such tremendous pressure even in his previous battle against Hua Tiancheng. Ye Bufan was worthy of being a peerless genius level master, with terrifying power.
However, under such a violent impact of the martial spirit, Ye Feng only spat out a mouthful of blood.
His body is still upright and his face is still resolute.
"Huh? He's not dead? So he has a spiritual shield?"
"Okay... Your Highness would like to see if your shield can stop my Mirage Dragon Spirit from killing several times..." Ye Bufan stood in the air far away. When he saw Ye Feng, he just vomited a mouthful of blood, and his eyes showed a strange color. At the same time, point your finger a little empty again.
Whoosh!
Without giving Ye Feng a chance to breathe at all, the retracted golden mirage dragon flicked its head, bursting out a circle of energy ripples, and flew towards Ye Feng again. The entire void was stirred by the overwhelming fierce power.
It was as if there really was a living ancient mirage dragon making waves.
"Martial spirit...has become alive..."
Ye Feng stood solemnly, his expression unchanged, but at this moment he was shocked.
It turns out that after the martial spirit shadow is promoted to a martial spirit, it can not only greatly increase its power, but also possess spirituality, like a living creature, and can use its unique attack methods?
I wonder what changes will happen after I am promoted to the King Realm and the phantom of the Nine Jue Sky Monument is condensed into a real martial spirit?
Is it possible that it will become exactly the same as the sky monument itself?
Ye Feng didn't know this. His soul-injecting object was too special and completely different from the martial souls formed by using monster beasts as soul-injecting objects.
Of course, this is not the right time to think about these profound questions. Ye Bufan wanted to kill himself, but how could Ye Feng let him get his wish?
"Kunpeng Jiutian!"
Seeing the golden torrent sweeping over again, Ye Feng gritted his teeth and quickly stuffed a pill into his mouth. There was a thunderous sound under his feet, and two vermilion spiritual wings shone on his back, and his speed suddenly increased several times.
Going head-on is obviously not a wise move, in that case...
Ye Feng already had a countermeasure in mind.
That is to shoot people and horses, and capture thieves and kings.
As long as Ye Bufan himself is killed, the martial spirit he has condensed will disappear immediately, and there is no need to fight this mirage dragon to the death...
Boom...
Golden light flashed, the earth shook, and the Mirage Dragon Spirit crashed down for the second time, piercing the ground with a large hole dozens of feet wide and ten feet deep, but it was not able to touch a single hair of Ye Feng. Ye Feng's figure was in the rolling mirage, rushing left and right, like a dead leaf floating in the violent wind and rain. It looked dangerous, but it was always extremely flexible to avoid every crushing attack.
His figure was gradually approaching Ye Bufan.
"What the hell, brat, are you trying to deal with me?"
Seeing through Ye Feng's intention, Ye Bufan's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and there was a hint of anger on his face, "My Highness, I will grant you your wish."
If you can't deal with your own martial spirit, you want to turn around and deal with yourself?
No, am I easier to bully than the Mirage Dragon Spirit?
Ye Bufan had a sneer on his face, and his momentum soared. The golden sword in his hand flashed with brilliance. After condensing in the air, he slashed hard at Ye Feng.
The long sword slashed down, with unparalleled power, and a sword shadow dozens of feet long swept towards Ye Feng.
The third sword of the Nine Swords of Heaven.
Kill the immortal with one sword.
The Demon Flame Dragon Lion, Huo Jing'er, Master Dong and others who were fighting with Zhuge Chong on the side could feel an extremely vicious sword intent bursting out, and the fierce energy impact made them almost unsteady.
Everyone was shocked.
They were so far away, and just being affected by the vitality felt unbearable. Ye Feng, who was the first to bear the brunt, would face what kind of crisis under the dual strangulation of Ye Bufan's martial spirit and sword intent?
Only Ye Feng knew this feeling.
Ye Bufan burst out with the third sword of the Nine Heavenly Swords, which gave Ye Feng the illusion that he had found the wrong target and would rather fight the golden mirage dragon.
The sword slashed through the air, the sword intent raged, the vitality exploded, and the power contained in the sword was earth-shattering.
Still dozens of feet away from the sword light, Ye Feng felt a chilling air coming towards his face, which made him unable to have the desire to fight back. He had the urge to close his eyes and finish it off...
