call! drink! call! drink! "Ling Feng's gasping sound came out from the dust and smoke. A sword once again squandered all the sword energy he had finally accumulated. Although the power of the sword hidden in the air was strong, the consumption was too great, which made Ling Feng even more... What I can't understand is that the sword with which I gathered all my strength was unable to cause any harm to Ge Yiyi. wWw.QuanBeN-XiaoShuo.CoM
"Whoops! Whoops!" Ling Feng didn't dare to stop now. After the sword blow just now, Ling Feng started to run away. Unable to cause harm to the opponent, he could only use his extreme speed to avoid the opponent's pursuit. In the second sword just now, Ling Feng even used the trial rules he had understood. The trial rules supported by the golden elixir formed a perfect rule space. In theory, people like Ge Yiyi should be judged. The rules would be extremely restrictive and even harmful, but Ge Yiyi seemed to be fine, so Lingfeng had no way to deal with him now, except to avoid him.
"Brush!" There was just a sound of wind, and Ge Yiyi flashed in front of Ling Feng, raised the broken sword in his hand high, and slashed down on Ling Feng's head.
"Uh! Ah!" Ling Feng raised his right hand as if reflexively. The Fanchen sword in his hand was placed above his head, blocking Ge Yiyi's extremely fast sword. However, the Fanchen sword in Ling Feng's hand only came into contact with Ge Yiyi's broken sword. This powerful and heavy sword pushed the Fanchen sword down towards Ling Feng's head.
"Drink!" Ling Feng's knees were already slightly bent, and the back of his left hand was pressed against the spine of the sword to resist Ge Daodao's remaining sword. At the same time, the golden elixir in his body shrank, and a stream of true energy flowed crazily in his meridians. Circulate. A burst of white light suddenly erupted from the Fanchen sword. Lingfeng swung the Fanchen sword upwards desperately. The Fanchen sword rubbed against the nearly jagged blade of the sword, causing sparks to burst out.
"Tch!" Ling Feng's desperate blow finally knocked Ge Yiyi away, but as soon as Ge Yiyi landed on the ground, he saw Ling Feng turning around again and running out. A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stood there.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" Ling Feng ran wildly on the island and kept flashing, and finally stopped under a cliff, leaning against the cliff and breathing heavily.
"Do you only have the ability to escape?" Suddenly Ge Yiyi's voice sounded over the island.
"Calm down, calm down!" Hearing Ge Yi's voice, Feng's body trembled suddenly, and his heart began to beat violently. Holding his right arm tightly with his left hand, which was still leaking blood, Ling Feng shouted crazily in his heart, "If I can hurt him, there is no way I can't hurt him!"
"I'll let you chop with the sword first, just pick and chop wherever you like! Come over here, whether it's the neck, belly, or eyeballs. If you can chop me to death with one blow, that would be the best. ! Stop being so timid!" Ge Yiyi's extremely arrogant voice sounded in Ling Feng's mind again. Recalling the situation when he slashed the first sword towards Ge Yiyi just now, Ling Feng's left hand suddenly hugged him. He cut his head, and the uninjured picture of Ge Yiyi's chest appeared in front of him again.
"No. How could I be afraid of you?!" Ling Feng remembered Ge Yiyi's contemptuous look at that time. I yelled crazily in my heart. The true energy in the body began to flow again. The recovery speed of Fanchenjue is very fast. Just for a moment. Ling Feng's body was filled with power again.
"Crack!" A voice sounded behind Ling Feng. Ling Feng was just a moment. Then he moved away. Turn around and hold the sword. Staring closely at the cliff wall that he had just leaned on.
A piece of gravel fell from the cliff. Then slowly. The crackling sound got louder and louder. It was as if something was about to rush out from inside. There were clearly visible cracks on the cliff. And there is a point in the middle of the crack. It actually slowly bulged up. Then it exploded with a bang.
A huge bead of sweat fell from Ling Feng's forehead. The whole body is slightly arched. A white aura rose up all over his body.
"Stop running away!" The smoke dispersed. Ge Yiyi's figure appeared in front of Ling Feng. The broken sword in his hand drew an arc in the air. There was a trace of impatience on his face. "I don't like it. Playing eagle and chicken with a useless guy!"
The broken sword struck the ground hard. A huge ravine appeared instantly. The gravel was thrown up and Ling Feng had to jump up to avoid it.
"Qiang!" As soon as Ling Feng's body landed on the ground, Ge Daoyao's second sword caught up with him. Ling Feng just had time to block it with the Fanchen Sword, and his whole body was slashed away.
"Hey!" Lingfeng dragged out two footprints on the ground and finally stopped, but this time
He did not run away, but bent his legs and rushed toward the ground.
"Falling flowers are colorful!" Since he couldn't fight head-on, Ling Feng chose to use his skills. His figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only the sky full of peach petals that rolled towards Ge Yiyi, making it difficult to tell where Ling Feng was. Feng's real killer move lies.
"Childish!" Looking at the peach blossom sword energy that filled the sky, a flash of disdain flashed in Ge Yiyi's eyes, "But it's still worth seeing, but I'm already impatient, just break it for me!"
The broken sword in Ge Yiyi's hand suddenly swung from behind to in front of him, drawing a perfect arc. A golden sword energy suddenly burst from the tip of the sword, destroying all the pink peach blossoms in the sky. Ling Feng's figure He could no longer hide himself and appeared in front of Ge Yiyi.
"No!" Ling Feng secretly shouted in his heart, retreated violently, and then turned into a bolt of lightning and disappeared into the sky.
"Run again?" Ge Yiyi was really impatient. He slashed the broken sword in his hand towards the ground, and a golden sword energy overflowed, creating a big hole in the already broken ground.
"If you don't come back, then you will never think of defeating me in your life!" A smile appeared on the corner of Ge Daodao's mouth, and then he sat down leaning against the previously broken cliff, leaning his long broken sword against it. In his arms, he leaned against the wall and took a nap.
"Hoo! Hoo!" A flash of light flashed across, and Ling Feng's figure appeared on the coast. He paused, and the appearance of Ge Yiyi suddenly appeared in his mind. His body trembled suddenly, and the long sword in his hand was pointed behind him. Swing it away.
"Damn it!" Ling Feng swung his sword and realized that there was nothing in front of him. It seemed that Ge Yiyi's constant pursuit of him had left a deep psychological shadow on him.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Ling Feng put his sword on the ground, sweat pouring from his forehead. It has been many years. He has not felt such a depressed feeling for many years. Even when he was being pursued by the entire martial arts world, Without this feeling, only the feeling of powerlessness when I saw my parents being killed before my own eyes was the most similar to now.
Suddenly, the faces of Chel and Roberto flashed through Ling Feng's mind. Roberto's usual joking look and the gentleness hidden under Mitchell's coldness made Ling Feng suddenly freeze in place. .
"I... what am I afraid of?" Ling Feng raised his head and looked at the blue sky above his head, a flash of realization flashed in his heart, "If I lose here, Mitchell, Roberts Especially Christina, Ling'er, even Xiaoshu, Nannan...these people who are the most important to me will all die! How can I have time now to be afraid!"
Suddenly, an aura slowly rose from Ling Feng's body. The previous fear had completely faded from Ling Feng's heart. It was as if he had changed into a different person. He pulled out the long sword stuck on the ground and took one step. Walk step by step in the direction you came from.
"Hey, I'm finally willing to run out!" Ling Feng walked step by step back to the place where he and Ge Yiyi were fighting just now. Ge Yiyi, who had been leaning on the cliff and taking a nap, slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of laughter at the corner of his mouth. With a joking smile, he slowly stood up, looked at Ling Feng intently and said, "Are you ready to sacrifice? Or have you just given up?"
"Both of these...are wrong!" Ling Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the long sword in his hand, and answered word by word. When the words fell, the whole person turned into a purple lightning and rushed towards Ge Yiyi.
"Qiang!" The swords of the two collided together again, creating fiery sparks from the friction.
"Mitchell, Ling'er, Little Tete, I will never let the people around me... die! Absolutely!" At this time, Ling Feng's eyes were filled with determination, and the long sword that had been blocked by Ge Yiyi suddenly slammed. Pulling, he took away the broken sword in Ge Yiyi's hand and struck him hard.
"Poof!" There was a sound of skin being scratched. There was a trace of astonishment and a trace of surprise on Ge Daodao's face as he looked at the scar from his left shoulder to his right rib that was slashed by Ling Feng.
"I'm sorry, I haven't planned to die yet! If I die, many people will be sad for me!" Ling Feng and Ge both retreated. Ling Feng held the long sword in his hand, fighting in his eyes. The flames are rising.
One drop, two drops, drops of blood fell on Ge Yiyi's feet, and soon gathered into a small pool. The scar on Ge Yiyi's chest was very conspicuous.
"Injured! He is still injured! In this case, I can still fight! In this case, I can win!" Looking at the scar on Ge Yiyi's chest, Ling Feng suddenly felt a persistent belief in his heart, and his momentum was stronger than Just now it was served a little more. (QuanBen Novel Network www.QuanBeN-XiaoShuo.com)