Beauty's personal servant

"Are there any more demons? Let them out and show me." Chen Feng looked at Ying yuan and said provocatively.

After the battle with Ying yuan, Chen Feng already knows that the reason why Ying yuan is so awed is largely because of his ability to control the devil.

When the devil comes out, who will compete.

If other immortals fight with Ying yuan, most of them will bypass the powerful devil and directly attack Ying yuan's body, so as to defeat the enemy. But Chen Feng is different. He has a black fire prison fire, which gives him another choice.

That is to kill the devil who won yuan first!

Without the devil's Ying yuan, he is not a toothless tiger. He can pinch as much as he wants.

Therefore, Chen Feng used this move to start a prairie fire. Even if the black fire in his body is extremely empty, he will kill the devil of Ying yuan.

Chen Feng doesn't believe that Ying yuan also has the second batch of demons. After all, the demons with the strength of Jiujie Sanxian are extremely precious. How can they be so easy to cultivate? Even if Ying yuan still exists, it is just some lower demons. Those demons, however, did not pose any threat to Chen Feng.

Ying yuan looked at Chen Feng with a poisonous flame in his eyes.

Chen Feng's efforts for thousands of years have been wasted.

Chen Feng's guess is right. For thousands of years, Ying Yuanke cultivated such a group of demons. Now they all died in Chen Feng's hands, which greatly damaged his strength. Even though there are countless demons in the ten thousand magic bells, they are all low-level demons with underground strength. It's good to deal with ordinary seven or eight rank immortals, but it's not enough to deal with nine robbery immortals.

"Chen Feng, I will kill you today!" Ying yuan cried bitterly.

"Why, do you still have a devil to deal with me?" Chen Feng laughed with a winning look.

Seeing Chen Feng showing such an expression, Ying yuan was even more annoyed: "you are not the same. How much is left of that flame?"

Chen Feng stalled: "no!"

"Then I'm afraid you won't?" Ying yuan shouted, "you die!"

While talking, Wan magic bell was thrown by him.

Ten thousand magic bells grew when they saw the wind. In a twinkling of an eye, they turned into the size of a hill and severely suppressed Chen Feng.

Unexpectedly, the ten thousand magic bells can release a large number of demons and have such a role.

If you were an ordinary immortal, you would choose to avoid the edge of Wan magic bell at the moment. But is Chen Feng afraid?

Not to mention that Chen Feng's strength has been comparable to that of Jiujie Sanxian. Just because he has been refining his body through the Scorpio throne in recent years, his physical strength has exceeded the general quasi immortal weapon. A small magic bell, no matter how heavy it is, is at best a quasi immortal tool. How can it be put in Chen Feng's eyes?

Holding the Epee beside him, Chen Feng suddenly stretched out his hands, just like two pliers, and grabbed the edge of Wan magic bell.

Chen Feng's muscles swelled like a mountain, and his great strength burst out.

The trend of ten thousand magic bells falling quickly suddenly stalled, and only the bell beads still kept shaking and making a jingling sound.

"What a powerful force!" At this moment, the sky was filled with cheers in Qingyun Mountain, and everyone was convinced by Chen Feng's divine power.

……

"Boom -"

The eighth thunder robbery finally fell.

Guo Chang's body stood upright and was attacked by thunder.

After the thunder robbery, Guo Chang's body was still upright, but there was a trace of fatigue between his eyebrows.

The clouds of robbery rolled, and the last thunder robbery began to brewing.

……

Chen Feng holds ten thousand magic bells and stands proudly, as if he were a King Kong.

"Drink!" Chen Feng suddenly drank violently, and WAN magic bell was thrown up by him heavily.

"Break it for me!"

The next moment, the Epee returned to Chen Feng's hand. Chen Feng swung the epee and looked at Wan magic bell with the potential of Mount Tai.

"Dang -"

Like an ancient clock, it was knocked heavily. After a strong groan, it was broken!

The Epee has no edge. What is terrible is not his sharpness, but his strength! This quasi immortal weapon, which is stronger than ten thousand magic bells, is also smashed under the power of the Epee, turned into pieces and scattered around.

Ten thousand magic bells have their own space, and there are countless demons in the space. However, with the Wanmo bell broken, the internal space was also annihilated, and countless demons did not know which space they were exiled to.

"Ah, I killed you!" Seeing that Wan magic bell was destroyed, Ying yuan was immediately injured under the infection of Qi machine. However, the resentment in his heart had made him ignore his body injury, offered a flying sword and rushed towards Chen Fengfei.

The high-level devil can be cultivated again when he is gone, but the wanmagic bell is gone, which means that his right and left arms are cut off together. From then on, he will be reduced to the most ordinary Jiujie Sanxian and will never be able to lift his head.

Looking at the hysterical Ying yuan, a touch of contempt flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.

Such a win is not enough as an opponent. Although he is still an immortal, how can Ying yuan, who is used to controlling the devil to attack from a distance, be Chen Feng's opponent?

With a step, Chen Feng's epee turned into an aurora, which was gorgeous.

There is no attribute. This is just the purest kendo. It is the most powerful sword driven by the Dragon desire xuanhuang Sutra.

The two quickly approached, and then the sword Qi staggered, a fight, and then separated again.

This series of actions has been completed only between electro-optic flint.

Chen Feng stood proudly, with his sword all over him, making him look like a peerless sword standing between heaven and earth.

There was a drop of blood on the edge of the Epee in his hand.

But Ying yuan's body trembled and his body was covered with crisscross scars.

It's just a collision, and the outcome has been divided.

"Hatred blinds your eyes. If you can calm down, I want to kill you. It will take a lot of effort!" Chen Feng's voice sounded slowly, peaceful, without a trace of smoke and anger.

"Puff --"

Ying yuan fell to the ground and had no vitality. He didn't know if he had heard Chen Feng before he died.

Everyone was silent and looked at Ying yuan's body. They didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Rabbit death and fox sorrow, a nine robbery Sanxian, fell in front of them, making them realize that life is so fragile.

"Oh? Won so soon? " On the other side, Han Wei said with a relaxed face.

I saw him carrying his right hand, as if he were walking around, but he was gesticulating at will with one left hand.

His opponents, the Dragon Gate sect leader Xiong moisture and the supreme elder Yang Yaozi, were weak and retreated.

"How awesome!" Chen Feng looked at it and was shocked in his heart. This Han Wei is absolutely as invincible as the original Tibetan king.

"Well, it's boring to play again. I'll teach you a lesson!" Han Wei smiled. His left hand suddenly stretched out two fingers and quickly pointed out.

I saw the sound of two stuffy hum, but I saw that Xiong moisture and Yang Yaozi both flew out backwards, and their breath also dropped suddenly.

Chen Feng opened his mouth in surprise. He saw that the accomplishments of Xiong moisture and Yang Yaozi fell sharply between one finger, and both fell to the strength of the peak of Bajie Sanxian.

"Seal some of your strengths. If the next performance makes me satisfied, I will consider allowing you to recover!" Han Wei said faintly, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

PS: happy Christmas Eve, everyone. The next days are safe.