Douluo: I became Qian Renxue's personal attendant

Chapter 87 The Lost Golden Generation

Back in time not too long ago.

When the red mist hit, Ye Feng didn't panic, but kept trying to get the black phantom back into the Ten Thousand Magic Book.

After yesterday, Ye Feng discovered that a new page was added to the Book of Ten Thousand Demons, or to be precise, half a page.

On that half page, the black phantom that he manipulated yesterday was depicted.Black magic flames covered the whole body, and the evil aura was extremely deep even through the pages of the book.

Therefore, on the field, Ye Feng tried to summon this phantom.The result turned out to be stronger than he expected.But the fact that he couldn't take it back really made Ye Feng helpless.

I tried again to move the pages of the book with soul power, but the black phantom still had no intention of going back.

Touching his nose, Ye Feng was in a good temper and was about to try other methods, but he received a picture from the magic eye in his mind.

Well, those small eyeballs with wings, Ye Feng called them magic eyes.

In the picture from the magic eye, the long-haired Yaomei and Yan are quietly groping towards him, not far away from him.

However, before Ye Feng could respond, the black phantom behind him put his hands behind his back as if accumulating strength, and then slapped out a palm.

Snapped!
This palm just slapped Yan who was rushing out.Fortunately, Yan's fourth and fifth soul skills flashed in time, making him suddenly inflate and at the same time his defense became stronger.

"Huh~" A muffled hum came out of Yan's mouth, and he took the palm of the black phantom. Even though he had used the fourth and fifth soul skills, he still took a few steps back, and a bright red appeared from his mouth .

Even though he had already experienced the palm power of the black phantom just now, the power of the frontal blow still terrified him.

Seeing that they have been exposed, even though they don't know how they were exposed, Yaomei still shouted: "Do it!"

Two blood-red curved blades appeared from Yaomei's hands, and with a heavy stomp, Yaomei rushed towards the black phantom and Ye Feng like ghosts.

The blood-red curved blade flashed with icy light, which made Ye Feng's eyes narrowed uncontrollably.Just when Ye Feng was hesitating whether to summon a few demons, the black phantom made a bold move.

In the palm, the evil breath condensed.The black phantom swung out a palm, and collided with the blood-red double blades attacked by the demon.

The long and narrow eyes were smiling, and the enchanting eyes were full of excitement.In their view, the bare-handed black phantoms can't stop their blood-red double blades.

However, they were wrong.

boom.

When the blood-red double blades collided with the big palm of the black phantom, a violent explosion came from the big black palm.

puff.Blood-red blood spurted out, and the demon flew upside down, one of the two sharp blades was broken in half.

But, even so, seeing the half of the black phantom's body like black mist burst, there was still a gleam of joy in Yaomei's eyes.

It's not a loss to be able to explode half of the body.

But, soon, the joy in Yaomei's eyes turned into deep astonishment.

I saw that the body composed of black mist suddenly disperses, and after a few breaths, it condenses again.Other than that it looks a little shabby, nothing else.

How can this be? !
Staring blankly at the re-condensed black phantom, Yao Mei's heart was filled with shock.

An enemy that can't be killed is still so powerful, how can it be beaten?
Just when Yaomei was shocked, a huge figure burning with red flames suddenly attacked Ye Feng who was under the protection of the black phantom.

The second soul ring flickered, and streams of magma spewed out from the ground, forcing Ye Feng to flap his wings and fly into the sky.

But this is exactly Yan's purpose.

With a roar, Yan's third soul ring shone, and a layer of purple flames attached to his fist, which was his third soul skill, Purple Flame Gauntlet.

This can not only increase his fire damage by 30.00%, but the high-temperature purple fire on his fist can make the enemy feel the scorching burn.

With scorching eyes, Yan looked at Ye Feng's soaring figure, who was sure to win. Today, let him end the game!

Looking at the fist that was attacking with purple fire in front of him, Ye Feng sighed helplessly.After all, Yan was the soul king, and the punch he had prepared for a long time was not something he could just block.

On the fourth-to-last page of the book of soul power communication, Ye Feng's body suddenly swelled, and black magic flames also emerged from his body as he allowed anger to grow in his heart.

Layers of demonic energy mixed with soul power applied to Ye Feng's right palm. Looking at Yan's fist, Ye Feng raised his palm.

With a muffled sound, Ye Feng took a few steps back, but he still received Yan Zhi's sure-to-get punch, and he was unharmed.

Shaking his hands, seeing Yan's dumbfounded expression, Ye Feng chuckled lightly.But feeling the rapidly declining soul power in his body, Ye Feng still planned to make a quick decision.

This is a fight between real men with fists to the flesh.In the red mist, two giants rolled together.Bang bang sounds came from time to time, it was obvious that the two were fighting fiercely.However, in the end, Ye Feng was slightly better.

Thinking back to the fierce battle just now, and looking at the silent Wuhun Hall people in front of him, Ye Feng smiled lightly and said, "How about it, whether to surrender or not, can you tell me?"

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