"Yan Feng, we are also considered old enemies, let's finish it today!"

Yuan Yicheng put his hands together, and the vitality in his body completely exploded, and all of them were injected into two fist gloves. Suddenly, the fist gloves emitted a dazzling light and turned into two purple clouds.

"Your cultivation has actually reached the peak of the eighth level, and your energy in your body is as thick as 500 inches." Yan Feng's face became extremely solemn.

Yan Feng has always wanted to kill Yuan Yicheng, earn merit and bounty, and increase his reputation. In the previous few confrontations, Yuan Yicheng's vitality was only about 400 inches, so how could he suddenly increase so much?

"Haha! I just realized now that it's too late!"

"Shaking hands."

Yuan Yicheng suddenly stepped on the ground, stomping the ground into pieces and sank a large area. With the help of the rebound power, he instantly appeared in front of Yan Feng, turned his hands into palms, and attacked him bravely.

The palm force sealed the area around it several feet, and did not give Yan Feng a chance to dodge.

"So what if I have a two-star war sword, I may not lose to you."

The battle sword in Yan Feng's hand appeared with thirteen marks of weapons, and immediately rushed up a flame that was ten feet high, dragged out an arc, and met with two purple clouds.

"Bang."

Half purple and half red energy surged out into the four directions.

Immediately afterwards, a "rattle" sound came out, and a large number of huge rocks fell from above.

As the dust slowly dissipated, Yan Feng and Yuan Yicheng's figures appeared. Yan Feng was seriously injured, and a bloody handprint was stamped on his chest, and even in the Qinghu Martial Arts Robe could not defend himself.

There was also a sword wound on Yuan Yicheng's abdomen.

However, the defensive armor dissolved most of its strength and the wound was not deep.

Yuan Yicheng walked towards Yan Feng step by step and smiled coldly: "I fell into my Yunsha hand, and the vitality in my body has been disordered. How many layers of power can you use? Yan Feng, today is your death."

The two are less than one meter apart.

"Ao!"

Yuan Yicheng pinched his right hand into a palm print, and a deafening tiger roar broke out in his body, making a huge purple tiger phantom.

There was no trace of fear on Yan Feng's face, but a smile appeared: "Why did you suddenly become so arrogant? Do I have no means to hide it?"

"Crash."

The stone layer behind Yan Feng was broken, and a centipede more than ten meters long rushed out. Phosphorus fire was burning on the centipede, wrapping around the Purple Tiger's phantom, and then rushing towards Yuan Yicheng.

"Phospital Fire Centipede."

The centipede's tail twitched and hit the bottom of Yuan Yicheng's neck.

The sharp centipede feet, like jagged teeth, cut Yuan Yicheng's collarbone directly, leaving a shocking wound, and his body was almost cut into two pieces.

The Phosphorus Centipede is a second-grade high-level earth element beast. It is born by swallowing the Phosphorus Fire from the Yin Burial Land. The flames emitted from the body are dozens of times the temperature of Phosphorus Fire. Its combat power is by no means weaker than that of the Eighth Heavenly Warrior of the Great Martial Classic.

Yuan Yicheng was seriously injured. The pain caused by burning the wound was transmitted to the flesh and bone marrow, which almost made him faint.

Looking at the phos-fire centipede eyeing, Yuan Yicheng felt extremely unwilling, but in the end, he chose to retreat.

"Where can you escape...uh..."

Yan Feng had just chased after two steps and caused his injuries. He had to order the Phosphorus Centipede and said, "Catch up and kill Yuan Yicheng."

Yuan Yicheng's speed was too fast, so the phosphorus fire centipede naturally did not catch up.

After escaping from the mine, Yuan Yicheng rushed into the dark jungle without caring about healing his wounds.

After escaping for dozens of miles, Yuan Yicheng stopped to rest with panting, his eyes were extremely cold, and he said to himself: "It seems that he can only go to the Ghost Palace and surrender to the Master. With my talent, he will soon reach the level of his father. At that time, all the deep blood hatreds will be counted one by one. Lin family, Yan Feng...you wait..."

A voice came from the forest: "I ran so fast, I finally caught up with you!"

"who?"

Yuan Yicheng immediately turned around and released a sense of primordiality.

However, his sense of primordiality was not felt, as if he had just had auditory hallucinations. Or, it was a ghost talking.

"Swish."

Four figures flashed across the top of the forest.

Each figure had white hair and a white jade mask, three meters away from each other. By the time the fifth figure appeared, he had already landed on the ground.

At the same time, four white-haired figures in the air dissipated one after another.

Such a strange body movement surprised Yuan Yicheng secretly, but he was not scared and said in a deep voice: "Zangfeng, you finally appeared! I should have guessed that you are a saint of Qinghe Holy Mansion."

Lin Ke said: "Since you know that I am a saint, why don't you run away quickly?"

"Haha! You just rely on your body speed to be fast, and you won't let me run away... Cough cough." Yuan Yicheng coughed violently, and blood flowed out of his mouth.

Lin Ke shook his head gently and said, "I'm so seriously injured, I dare to underestimate your opponent."

Yuan Yicheng and the remnants of the Blood-clothed Castle slaughtered more than a hundred members of the Feng family. Today, Lin Ke must kill him. He used his head to pay tribute to those who died in vain.

"Even Lin Zhe can withstand my flying knife. Yuan Yicheng's strength is far better than Lin Zhe. I'm afraid he won't be able to hurt him from a long distance."

Lin Ke held a flying knife and rushed towards Yuan Yicheng quickly. The bright moon and jade-gui energy in his body mobilized, flowing all over his body, and rushing to his palms. At this moment, the light emitted by the moon in the sky seemed to gather towards him.

Although Yuan Yicheng was seriously injured, Lin Ke did not dare to underestimate him at all. After all, the gap between the cultivation levels of the two sides was huge.

“Good come.”

Yuan Yicheng supported a purple giant tiger phantom, wrapped his whole body, staring at Lin Ke intently, capturing his every move.

Within ten feet, Lin Ke gave his all and shot out with one knife.

"Swish!"

The speed of the flying knife is as fast as a stunning wilderness.

Yuan Yicheng took action faster, hitting the flying knife with one punch, and suddenly, a large metal spark burst out from his fist.

"Swish!"

After changing his body, he instantly appeared to another direction. Lin Ke mobilized both kinds of alien energy, turned into the Sun and Moon Yao Guangqi, and shot out the flying knife again, hitting Yuan Yicheng's vest.

Yuan Yicheng's figure was like a dragon, twisting suddenly and dodging away.

Then he laughed: "Your flying knife is indeed powerful, but unfortunately your cultivation is too weak. How could you hurt me? Your vitality is less than two hundred inches thick, right?"

The next moment, Yuan Yicheng rushed out quickly and took the initiative to attack Lin Ke.

Lin Ke naturally could not fight him hard, so he immediately used one step to change his body four times in a row to get rid of Yuan Yicheng's pursuit.

After this series of battles, Yuan Yicheng's injury worsened a little, and he felt a sense of retreat in his heart, saying, "Zangfeng, you can't kill me, I can't kill you, there is no need to continue fighting. Let's just stop here today!"

"Who said I can't kill you?" Lin Ke said.

Yuan Yicheng laughed: "Even your most powerful flying sword technique can't kill me. What other means can you have?"

"Then let you see it."

Lin Ke raised his head, looked at the jungle around him, and said, "The fog is already so thick, it seems that dawn will come soon."

Immediately, Lin Ke raised his left hand and grabbed the void.

The soul covered it, and suddenly, the fog in the jungle that was a hundred miles apart gathered like a white stream, condensed into a white dragon more than ten miles long.

Looking at this scene, Yuan Yicheng was stunned.

"Wow—"

Lin Ke grabbed the white dragon's tail, like a banished immortal dancing with a long dragon, and rushed towards Yuan Yicheng.

Yuan Yicheng was shocked and quickly tried his best to exert his purple tiger vitality.

To his surprise, the white dragon was just a huge momentum. With his blow, it instantly shattered, as easy as breaking a balloon.

"It turned out to be a bluff. I thought... it wasn't right, why was there suddenly such a huge fog?" Yuan Yicheng realized something was wrong.

Although the white dragon was shattered, the fog that originally covered a radius of hundreds of miles was now gathered near him. The fog was too thick, and there was a vast white area in front of him, and even his own toes and hands could not be seen.

What even more frightened Yuan Yicheng was that his sense of nature could not sense the Tibetan Feng at all.

"Escape, you must escape from this white mist immediately."

Yuan Yicheng had just had this idea, and a flying knife was placed on his neck, emitting a cold energy.

"Around my life... From now on, you will be my master." Yuan Yicheng said in a trembling voice.

The previous arrogance and confidence were gone.

He really wants to live, as long as he lives, there are infinite possibilities. With his talent, he should have a brighter life and should not die here.

"If begging for mercy is useful, how could so many people be killed by the Blood Clothing Castle?"

"Puff."

With a wave of the flying knife, Lin Ke cut off Yuan Yicheng's head.

"It's all gone!"

Lin Ke used his soul to disperse the white mist around him.

With his current understanding and control of the soul, he can only mobilize the simplest fog, create the best killing environment, and maximize his advantages.
Chapter completed!