The Wolf Sword Patriarch disagreed. The frantic demonic energy all over his body condensed into a jet-black air shield on his chest, with purple demonic energy sandwiched in it.
Combining the demonic element and the demonic element into one is a first of its kind, unprecedented and unprecedented.
A showy and proud smile appeared on the face of the Wolf Sword Patriarch.
Combining the two powers together, the power was doubled. Even the Soul Gathering Order, the God of Death's underworld weapon, had no effect. The Wolf Sword Patriarch felt a little elated and full of confidence.
The pride of looking down on the world fermented and expanded from the bottom of my heart, and I even had the idea of dominating the world and being the only one.
Puff, his smile froze on his face, and he suddenly discovered that the inconspicuous awl on his chest was spinning rapidly, with a powerful penetrating power.
The defensive barrier formed by his own demonic energy was quickly penetrated by it.
Severe pain came from the chest, and the pain kept drilling inward. In the blink of an eye, it had penetrated the defense of the demonic element, penetrated the strengthened muscles, and penetrated deeply into the demonic core.
He felt that the demonic essence of the demonic core in his body was like a leaking water pipe, constantly leaking out, and together with the blood, it spurted out like a fountain.
He threw away the wolf-headed sword in his hand, and desperately covered the bloody hole in his chest with both hands, but blood poured out from between his fingers and couldn't stop it at all.
The divine dragon shuttle was like a high-speed electric drill, constantly rotating, squeezing, and drilling straight into the magic core.
When the magic core was drilled through, it seemed as if the soul had been pierced. A pain that could collapse the nerves in the whole body rose from the chest and spread throughout the body.
Boom, the Wolf Sword Patriarch felt a huge shock all over his body, and the demon core in his chest could no longer be felt, as if it had completely disappeared.
The Shenlong Shuttle penetrated not only the chest and heart of the Sword Wolf Patriarch, but also his demon core and his demon soul.
He fell down slowly, his eyes full of doubts. Even if he died, he would not rest in peace.
He couldn't figure it out. Ye Feng was obviously about to fall in front of him, and he had obviously consumed a lot of energy, blood and divine power. How could he change his mind with an inconspicuous weapon
That powerful attack power is even slightly better than the immortal weapon.
With a slight move of Ye Feng's fingers, the dragon shuttle emerged from the back of the Wolf Sword Patriarch and flew back to Ye Feng's palm.
The divine dragon shuttle was covered in blood, but the moment it flew back to Ye Feng's hand, all the blood on the divine dragon shuttle was sucked dry, and the appearance of the divine dragon shuttle seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, making it look particularly shiny and brand new.
This divine dragon shuttle was originally a bloodthirsty weapon. It has not seen the light of day since it was buried in the tomb of General Tianwei. It has never drank blood and has become like a rusty farm tool.
But when it penetrated into the Wolf Sword's demonic core like a high-speed rotating spiral, it absorbed the demonic core's power and instantly regained its former vitality.
Ye Feng stroked the golden dragon shuttle, feeling that it was like a child asking for credit, constantly emitting dazzling golden light.
No wonder the Immortal Emperor sent General Tianwei to return it to the Gods. No one would have thought that this thing was actually a powerful artifact.
Ye Feng smiled and said: "Thank you Shenlong Shuo. Without you, I really don't know how tonight would have ended."
Suddenly, Ye Feng felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand holding the Shenlong Shuttle, as if he was being shocked by an electric shock.
Not only that, but he also felt that part of the divine power flowed back from his blood into the dragon shuttle.
Ye Feng was so frightened that he almost threw away the divine dragon shuttle. Could it be that the divine dragon shuttle was going to suck back the divine power that poured into his godhead? Therefore, Ye Feng did not let go of the dragon shuttle, but quietly allowed it to absorb his divine power.
The divine power absorbed by the Shenlong Shuttle was only one-third of the power it instilled into Ye Feng.
Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief, really worried that Shenlong Shuo would absorb all the divine power back, even though those powers were generously donated by Shenlong Shuo.
The dazzling golden light of the Shenlong Shuttle gradually disappeared and returned to its normal luster. The temperature also dropped and turned into a piece of ordinary metal.
Putting the Shenlong Shuttle back into the Medicine King Ring, the voice of Chou Lao complained in his mind: "Congratulations, you killed another demon soul. However, can you not put this hot thing in my Medicine King's ring?" In the ring, it always gives me a kind of pressure and makes me very uncomfortable. You'd better take it out."
"Hehe, this is a divine weapon. As an ordinary weapon spirit, you will definitely feel pressure when facing a divine weapon."
Hearing that the Shenlong Shuttle was an artifact, Chou Lao screamed: "The artifact is really an artifact used by the gods of the ancient Protoss? Is it so inconspicuous?"
"Ugly old man, if I don't put such a precious artifact in the Medicine King Ring, where should I put it? I will compensate you. I will give you more short movies, the latest ones from the United States, okay?"
"Hehe, it must be the latest one. Well, since you are so sincere, just leave it here with me, but if it has any abnormality, take it away quickly."
The cold moonlight shone in the woods, making it look particularly deserted. Within a radius of 500 meters around Ye Feng, most of the trees had been uprooted, and the ground was in a mess. A thick layer of soil on the surface had been cut away, revealing the hard bottom. frozen soil.
The guests outside the woods were extremely anxious. They looked into the woods, looking through the gaps in the trees, looking for Ye Feng.
They were uneasy, not knowing who might come out of the woods.
"I believe that Sect Leader Ye will definitely win the battle."
"Amitabha, Lord Ye, Jiren has his own destiny. May Lord Buddha bless you."
There was a creaking sound of branches breaking in the woods, and Ye Feng emerged from the jumbled tree trunks.
All the onlookers stayed away from the woods, but Shen Liluo kept standing at the edge of the woods. No matter whether it was the death breath or the devilish energy pouring out of the woods, she did not take a step back.
Her heart was hanging in the air. From the moment Ye Feng chased him into the woods to when he came out, she didn't say a word, she just clenched her fists tightly with an anxious look on her face.
When she saw Ye Feng's familiar figure, she burst into tears and immediately rushed towards Ye Feng.
"You finally came out. Why did it take you so long? Aren't you very good at fighting? It takes you so long to beat a shabby old man. I'm worried to death."
Holding Shen Liluo in his arms and gently wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, Ye Feng comforted him: "Silly girl, why are you crying? I'm standing here properly."
Shen Liluo's tone was very firm: "If you can't come out, I won't go back alone."
Dongfang Zhongshu in the distance looked at Shen Liluo nestled in Ye Feng's arms, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
He felt that Shen Liluo liked Ye Feng, but his heart had begun to be tied to this shrewd girl.
Seeing Ye Feng walking out of the trees, the onlookers breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly greeted him with smiles.
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