Zhou Fei didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with doing this. After finishing the whole process, Yong Yan felt the two words: smooth.
What does this show
It shows that Zhou Fei has already calculated it.
Yong Yan's face began to turn from black to white. The clothes that were originally glued to his body suddenly swelled up, as if a blower was inserted into his body, and it looked like the magical toad art in Zhou Fei's memory, because Xi Du was using toad. During magical work, clothes will bulge, not only the clothes will bulge, but the sides of the cheeks will also bulge.
If it weren't for Yong Yan's mediocre cheeks, Zhou Fei would really wonder if this fellow had practiced toad skills.
Because of such changes in Yong Yan, Zhou Fei's eyes became a little wary, even a little more solemn.
The current Yong Yan gave Zhou Fei a strange feeling.
He is standing there, but he is not there.
This knife smashed out, it seemed very likely to smash into the void.
Of course, there is no concept of emptiness in this world.
Anyway, the knife went out and the designated missed the hit.
Yong Yan will disappear, as if flashing in the game, disappearing in the original position.
How could it be so
Zhou Fei frowned.
The Divine Tibetan Realm is indeed unusual.
Zhou Fei suddenly became envious.
When you arrive at the Divine Hidden Realm, your perception of heaven and earth aura will have a qualitative leap, just like Yong Yan, completely relying on the heaven and earth aura to fight.
Zhou Fei can't do it right now.
Although he is basically immersed in demons, he can use the method of magic teaching to use the spirit of heaven and earth, but he can't do it like Yong Yan, completely blending in.
This is the essential difference between the magic sect and the Daomen in the use of heaven and earth aura.
The storm began to weaken and the visibility was much clearer than before.
Although the rain curtain can't really block the sight of the two of them, without the interference of rain, the two sides can see each other's every move more clearly.
Zhou Fei calmed himself down.
Don't be substituted into the rhythm of Yong Yan.
The current situation reminded Zhou Fei of the time when he beat King Glory in his previous life.
What a master is best at is to bring rhythm.
Once in the rhythm of the master, then the game basically collapsed in the first five minutes.
So rhythm is very important, whether it's when playing games or when dealing with Yong Yan.
Zhou Fei closed his eyes again.
Because his eyes can no longer catch
Caught Yong Yan.
That guy has integrated himself into the aura of heaven and earth.
Don't forget, Yong Yan is still a teacher.
Teacher training is the one with the strongest perception of aura among all professions.
If Zhou Fei were to compete with him in this regard, the final result would be nothing but a calf.
As soon as Zhou Fei closed his eyes, he twisted his hips fiercely, presenting a golfing posture, and slashed out.
The roar resounded through the mountains and forests.
"Roar!"
The blade turned into a tiger and threw forward.
Aohan three styles, ice and snow.
The surrounding spiritual energy began to tremble rapidly, just like throwing a stone into the calm water surface, and the ripples of the ripples spread to the shore, although slow, but unstoppable.
In an instant, countless blood-red pear flowers flew out of the aura, and then formed a shield, which can also be said to become a set of armor.
The size of these blood pear flowers is smaller than that of the previous ones, but because Yong Yan's realm has broken through to the gods, the power of these words can not be underestimated, and they are very aggressive and defensive.
Now Yong Yan turned these flowers into defensive equipment to resist Zhou Fei's Xueyin Knife.
The flowers bloom again.
Against the background of the rain, it is very beautiful.
Unfortunately, after all, it can't be compared with the fate.
The blade passed by, and the flowers withered.
Yong Yan's face remained as usual, without much change.
It's just that there is a touch of anger in his eyes.
This anger was not only for Zhou Fei, but also for himself.
He didn't expect that he had prepared with all his heart for so long, but he was still not Zhou Fei's opponent.
He didn't expect that he had already stepped into the gods, but he still couldn't beat a seven-star.
He didn't expect to escape from the dead, holding the Secret Record of Heaven in his hand and swallowing the Taoist spirit medicine, but he still couldn't stop Zhou Fei's knife.
Perhaps it was too much unexpected that made Yong Yan a little ignorant.
He made a move that surprised Zhou Fei.
Do not dodge or avoid, take Zhou Fei's cut.
The blade plunged into Yong Yan's chest, and then slashed out from his back.
Snapped!
The remaining strength of the blade directly cut the trees behind Yong Yan.
Zhou Fei also opened his eyes at this moment.
He felt that Yong Yan should be dead.
If you stab yourself head-on, even Wang Huan will die.
There was a terrifying wound on Yong Yan's chest.
Ren
Anyone who suffers such an injury should die.
But Yong Yan did not fall.
He stood there, blending with the mountains behind him.
Zhou Fei frowned.
It shouldn't.
and many more.
That wound...
It's not like it was cut by the blade just now, because Yong Yan didn't bleed.
There is no wound that does not bleed.
Zhou Fei's mind suddenly brightened.
He remembered.
This wound was made by Shuangtian's sword intent, which was the scar left by Yong Yan's death at his own hand at the gate of Mojiao Mountain.
The blade of Xueyin Knife went straight through this wound.
This is unbelievable.
Of course, even though Yong Yan was not dead, the strength brought by the blade passing through his body still hurt his internal organs.
Yong Yan's face became more and more white, and a ray of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He raised his hand to wipe off the blood.
Pride makes him not want to bleed in front of Zhou Fei, even if there is only one strand!
Zhou Fei exploded in his heart, and then raised the knife again.
Only this time, his hands are no longer steady, his steps are no longer steady, and his body is no longer upright.
Consumption is always two-sided.
Yong Yan was injured. Zhou Fei's situation is also not optimistic.
Continuously swinging the knife with high intensity is a great loss to his aura.
This is also the reason why the demon sect could not defeat the Dao Sect in the later period.
The magic sect's aura is consumed, and it will take some time to replenish it.
Taoism can always use the aura of heaven and earth.
At the beginning, the magic sect can directly expand with its abundant aura reserves. However, when it is delayed until the later stage, the aura is exhausted, and the advantage will return to the door.
Although Yong Yan's current situation looked like he had fallen into a demon, the method of his practice was still the method of Taoism.
However, Zhou Fei was still ready to make another cut.
Because this would be his best chance to completely kill Yong Yan.
Similarly, Yong Yan would definitely take this opportunity to kill him.
Between them, it has long been endless.
Zhou Fei raised the knife with difficulty.
Yong Yan was coughing while covering his mouth. The more he forbeared, the more blood poured out, and finally came out of his fingers.
Yong Yan opened his hand and looked at the blood in his palm, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Then he raised his head.
A pair of gray pupils.
(End of this chapter)