infinite power system

Chapter 172 Two Choices
The cyan halo emitted by the wooden sword merged with the Falling Heart Flame, setting off Tang Feng like a god with a solemn treasure.

The scriptures of the Heaven Swallowing Devil Art also emerged spontaneously, and the imperial texts were connected into dark chains, which shuttled and circled around Tang Feng's body.

"call."

Tang Feng let out a mouthful of turbid air, and his eyes were shining brightly, like two little suns.

Without any suspense, he broke through two small realms again and reached the fifth rank of the soul realm.

This kind of cultivation speed can be said to be rare in ancient times. It is like riding a rocket. If it spreads to the outside world, people's jaws will drop in shock.

"At this level, you should be able to fight against ordinary masters of origin, right?"

Tang Feng thought, the gap between the source state and the soul state is like a natural barrier, but he is infinitely close to the realm of killing immortals, so he should be able to break through this barrier.

"Ah, it hurts so much, I'm going to die."

On the other side, the old tortoise kept screaming, and sword beams slashed at it, causing cracks to appear in the hard shell of the tortoise.

Tang Feng took a deep look at the old turtle. As he expected, this guy has many ways to save his life. Otherwise, he would never be able to survive the sword light's attack based on his fifth-level cultivation in the Soul Realm.

"What kind of existence is this old tortoise in Tianyu Holy Territory?"

Tang Feng became more and more curious. Although the old tortoise was crying out in pain, seeing the wooden sword's attack calm down, it didn't really suffer serious injuries.

Not only that, but the momentum of the old tortoise is still slowly rising, and there are faint signs of breaking through.

"It hurts, that fellow Qinglian Sword Immortal is really ruthless."

The old tortoise grinned, and really survived this karma.

Tang Feng looked at the old turtle and said with a smile: "If Qinglian Sword Immortal is really ruthless, with your current cultivation base, you may have exhausted all means to save your life, and there is no chance of surviving."

The old tortoise snorted disdainfully, and said, "Boy, do you think Qinglian Sword Immortal is a kind person, a big boss in Tianyu Holy Realm, isn't that ruthless person?"

"The reason why I was able to survive this catastrophe is just my luck. The divine consciousness left by Qinglian Sword Immortal on the wooden sword is about to disappear. Otherwise, if the wooden sword shoots out a sword light casually, this space will be shattered."

Tang Feng was noncommittal, his eyes fell on the wooden sword, his eyes were a little fiery.

"Boy, if you're not afraid of death, go ahead and get this sword. It's a thing of the sword fairy, even the other big men in the Tianyu Saint territory may not dare to move their minds."

The old turtle saw through Tang Feng's thoughts at a glance, and said abruptly.

Tang Feng smiled resentfully, he was just thinking about it, and he wouldn't really touch the wooden sword without the old turtle reminding him.

Click.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in this space.

Beside the path leading to Tianyu Holy Land, a crack appeared in the void, and the sound of fighting could be faintly heard.

"The Holy City of the Monster Race!"

Tang Feng made a judgment immediately, the other side of this rift is the human world.

"There should be no danger, you can leave from here."

After careful observation, the old tortoise made such a judgment.

Rumble.

During the hesitation, the rift actually shook, and it seemed that it was about to close.

"go!"

Tang Feng grabbed one leg of the old tortoise, jumped into the crack in the void, and rushed to the other end of the crack.

boom.

Tang Feng landed smoothly, and behind him was the holy mountain of the monster clan.

"Golden Crow, you are really cautious!"

Tang Feng's eyes were cold. There was a portal behind him, which was exactly what Shuhe said before, the last place that could leave the holy mountain, but it was still sealed.

"If we hadn't entered the crypt, we might not be able to get out, and we would be trapped to death in the holy mountain of the monster tribe. In this way, it would be a blessing in disguise."

Tang Feng whispered, and the sound of fighting came from time to time in his ears, and he didn't need to think about it to know that this was the fierce battle between the lineage of the Demon Emperor and the Golden Crow.

"You are... Tang Feng?"

At that moment, a figure with a strong sense of surprise appeared.

Tang Feng followed the prestige, but saw a man in golden armor looking at him in disbelief.

"Golden Crow, they even sent people to guard the exit, you really think highly of me."

Tang Feng's eyes were as sharp as a sharp blade, and he knew the identity of the person in an instant.

The man in the golden armor sneered, and said in a cold voice: "I really didn't expect that you could really get out of this holy mountain alive, but it's useless if you come out, it's just a battle achievement for me."

As he spoke, he took down a large bow from his back with his backhand, then picked up a red arrow feather, and aimed at Tang Feng.

"Tang Feng, I heard that he is the son of the desolate world. Such a prey is really good."

The man in the golden armor was talking to himself, the arrow flashed with cold light, and he unleashed his original cultivation base without reservation, locking Tang Feng's figure firmly.

"Tang Feng, I will give you two choices now. One is to kowtow to me and beg for mercy, and the other is to shoot you three arrows. If you can escape all of them, I can let you go. How about it, am I merciful enough? "

The man in golden armor had a confident smile on his face. Judging from the information, Tang Feng was only at the seventh rank of the Soul Realm, and his combat power was estimated to be the same as the first rank of the Soul Realm. In his eyes, he was no different from a little mouse.

Tang Feng looked at the man in the golden armor indifferently, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said, "I also give you two choices, what do you think?"

The man in the golden armor asked interestingly: "Tell me."

"I give you two choices, one is death, the other is death, what do you choose?"

Tang Feng said expressionlessly.

The man in the golden armor obviously didn't expect Tang Feng to say such arrogant words, he was taken aback for a moment, then smiled instead of anger, and said:
"I like your temper, but it's a pity that neither my son nor Emperor Yunqin can tolerate you, so..."

He paused, then lifted his lips: "So, you can die."

The fingers controlling the strings were released lightly, and the arrow feather suddenly made a sonic boom, like a shooting star, slamming into Tang Feng brazenly.

Tang Feng was still expressionless, and only when the arrow feather was only three feet away, he took a light step.

This step looks very slow, like an old man taking a leisurely walk.

However, it was this one step that made Tang Feng's entire figure illusory, leaving eighteen afterimages on the spot.

"I don't know if you chose one or two, but it doesn't make much difference anyway."

Tang Feng's body floated behind the man in golden armor, and with a slight flip of his right hand, which had already held the hilt of the pawn's sword, the cold light bloomed an extremely beautiful flower inadvertently.

The dust was flying lightly, Tang Feng held his left hand behind his back, and held a sword in his right, with the tip of the sword pointing obliquely at the ground.

A blood flower whirled in the air, and finally landed on the hem of Tang Feng's clothes, adding a touch of coquettishness to the white clothes.

"you……"

The man in the golden armor covered his neck in shock, blood seeped from between his fingers.

He never thought that Tang Feng, whom he regarded as a prey he could manipulate at will one second, would brandish the scythe of death the next second.

(End of this chapter)