An evil and powerful demonic energy erupted from Ji Feng's body like a raging storm, making Ye Feng almost feel suffocated. How could a demonic core that was obviously about to run out produce such strong demonic energy
Ye Feng felt vaguely uneasy in his heart, as if some changes were taking place in Ji Feng's body.
His face turned the color of liver, his pupils were bloodshot, and the veins on his arms bulged out. In an instant, he changed from a fair-skinned middle-aged man to an exaggeratedly muscular athlete in a cartoon, almost bursting his coat.
The power of the demon bloodline was like a violent storm, raging in his body. Ye Feng felt as if he had seen this scene before.
Ye Feng suddenly remembered that during the Huashan Ancient Martial Arts Competition, Taoist Chongxu of the Shangqing Sect, knowing that he could not defeat him, forced himself to use the Blood Demon Technique and fought with him at the risk of bursting blood vessels.
The strong wind before him was just like the situation of Taoist Chongxu at that time. He was practicing the Blood Demon Technique, using up his last bit of vitality and burning out the last bit of magic power in the magic core in his body.
The Blood Demon Technique is an evil magic skill of the demon clan, and the demons themselves will not use it easily.
Although the Blood Demon Technique can quickly increase the magic power to dozens or hundreds of times the original, it greatly consumes one's vitality.
Taoist Chongxu did not have the blood of the demon clan, and he forcibly performed martial arts that were not meant for humans. Not only was the power much smaller, but he eventually died from a burst blood vessel.
Ji Feng was using the Blood Demon Technique, which was dozens of times more powerful than Taoist Chongxu's.
The energy in the demon blood suddenly increased dozens of times.
The skin on Ji Feng's entire body turned purple and red, and it felt like it was about to bleed.
His face became ferocious and evil. He raised his fist which turned into a hammer and punched Ye Feng. The spiritual shield on Ye Feng's wrist turned into a golden round shield, blocking the fist that was coming from Jifeng.
Boom! A violent gust of wind rushed in all directions, crushing a nearby coffee table into pieces.
Although the spiritual shield relieved most of the pressure, Ye Feng still felt a huge force pushing him, making it impossible for him to stand still, and he stepped back several steps.
"You're dead, kid. Take a few more punches from me."
Ji Feng was like a mad beast, his fists falling like raindrops. Ye Feng tried hard to block his fists with his spiritual shield, and felt that his spiritual shield was about to be smashed by his crazy demonic energy.
Ye Feng blocked Ji Feng's crazy punch, but the floor under his feet could not hold up.
Ye Feng heard a crisp breaking sound coming from under his feet, and a thin crack spread from under his feet like a spider silk to the surroundings.
He suddenly realized that something was wrong. Although he blocked the punch, the pressure was transferred to his feet, and the floor collapsed.
Boom! Ye Feng fell directly from the second floor and landed in the ruins, his head and face covered with dust.
"Boy, you can't run away if you want to."
With a gust of wind, he jumped down from the smashed hole, and rubbed his hands together. The surrounding black sand, including black iron filings, were sucked into his palms one after another, suspended in the air, and gradually kneaded into a heavy iron sand ball the size of a lead shot by his huge magic power.
"go to hell."
The iron sand ball was like a rapid stream, hitting Ye Feng. Ye Feng's feet seemed to be greased, and he stepped on Luo Buyan to dodge the fierce iron sand ball.
The iron sand ball brushed past Ye Feng's cheek, and the fierce wind cut a thin bloody mark on Ye Feng's face, from which bright red blood oozed out.
Rumble, the iron sand ball didn't hit Ye Feng, but broke a large mahogany cylinder behind Ye Feng in half, then drew an arc and returned to Ji Feng's chest, continuing to float in the air.
Wisps of black air swirled out from the iron sand ball, accelerating its rotation and making its power grow larger, stronger, and heavier.
Ji Feng grinned: "Come on, where is your flying sword? Come and kill me."
Ye Feng sneered, and with a slight shake of his wrist, the flying sword flashed with red, blue and purple electric light, flew into the air, and then suddenly turned into thousands of meteors, shooting towards the gale from all directions.
Every ray of sword light contains powerful divine power, which is the nemesis of both the righteous and the evil.
Faced with the divine power in Ye Feng's ancient divine blood, Ji Feng felt inexplicably nervous. The masculine, thick, and energetic blood aura made him very uncomfortable.
His bloodshot face kept twitching. He wanted to kill Ye Feng quickly. He felt that the Blood Demon Technique he was forcibly casting could not be maintained for much longer.
The only remaining blood power is about to be exhausted.
He is also a stubborn person. I can't lose. I have to support him.
He roared wildly, and the earthworm-like blue veins on his body bulged even more. The black iron ball on his chest instantly turned into a huge black barrier, the magic sand shield, which quickly rotated around him and blocked Ye Feng's flying sword.
Then one could hear the sound of jingling and clanging of metal. Ye Feng had a solemn expression on his face, his fingers flying rapidly in the air, looking like a conductor conducting a symphony orchestra.
What he was conducting was not a music orchestra, but flying swords that transformed into hundreds and thousands of sword lights. This was much more complicated than conducting an orchestra. Every sword light was deeply imprinted in his mind, and its flight path and power had to be accurate to every minute and every millimeter.
The blood on Ji Feng's face and body was gradually receding. He was using the magic power swelling in his blood to support the magic sand shield, but such defense consumed a lot of magic power.
Ye Feng's sword flew fast and fiercely, and each sword would cut off a portion of the Gale Bloodline energy. Thousands and thousands of sword lights fell like a storm, surrounding him layer by layer.
Ye Feng felt that the energy in the other party's blood was fading. It seemed that after being locked up in the Immortal Prison for five thousand years, although he was not dead, his magic core was corroded by spiritual energy and was almost scrapped.
Gale used magic to stimulate his blood energy hundreds of times, but it couldn't be sustained for too long.
In addition to the destruction of the magic core, there is a more hidden reason.
Ji Feng is not a pure-blooded demon. He was corrupted by the evil spirit, degraded and mutated into a demon.
Therefore, the Blood Demon Technique he displayed was only stronger than that of ordinary ancient warriors, but it did not last long.
The evil red light in Ji Feng's eyes was gradually dissipating, but his opponent, Ye Feng, had a look of determination and confidence in his eyes. As long as he was fast enough and strong enough, he would always be able to break through this magic sand defense.
He felt a trace of despair, a trace of fatigue, and a trace of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart. Ji Feng suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark blood, and the red blush on his body quickly faded away.
The defensive black sand shield beside him suddenly turned into a pool of black sand and sprinkled under his feet.
Looking at the black sand all over the ground, his eyes revealed a look of despair.