City: Start Awakening Time and Space Dual Spirits

"How can you be so strong, this old man is really no match for you!" the yellow robe cultivator shouted.

"Hmph, it's up to you!"

Ye Feng's body suddenly appeared in front of the monk in yellow robe and kicked the monk in yellow robe on the stomach.

The cultivator in the yellow robe flew back dozens of meters, and finally hit a big tree, and then barely stopped, vomiting blood, and it seemed that he could not survive.

Ye Feng shook his head, "Hey, you old thing is really useless, Laozi hasn't made a full shot, you're just like this, it seems that I'm really not suitable for using aura in battle.

The monk in yellow robe became even more angry when he heard this.

"Little bastard, you wait, when the old man recovers his cultivation, he will definitely cramp and peel your skin and file your bones into ashes!"

"Haha!" Ye Feng laughed wildly in the sky, "I'll wait for you, I'll talk about it after you recover, but now you only have half your life left!

"Little beast, don't be mad, I'll kill you if you look at this old man, lest you come to harm other people!" The yellow robe monk said, his body turned into a black shadow, and rushed towards Ye Feng.

"Boy, aren't you very powerful 20, I will let you taste the power of this old man!"

The yellow-robed cultivator suddenly appeared in the hands of a sword with a black light flashing, slashing towards Ye Feng fiercely.

"Boom!

This sword brought a strong hurricane.

Ye Feng was secretly amazed in his heart, the strength of this yellow robe monk is really not weak, and he can actually display such a powerful move. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Ye Feng would definitely not believe it.

But Ye Feng is not a vegetarian either, Ye Feng snorted coldly and raised the Qingfeng sword in his hand.

"Clang!"

The Qingfeng Sword in Ye Feng's hand collided fiercely with the Dark Light Sword in the hand of the yellow-robed cultivator.

A group of dazzling sparks burst out from the swords of the two swords in an instant.

"Kick!""

The two took a few steps back and looked at each other with a look of surprise in their eyes.

Ye Feng knew very well in his heart that there was a huge gap between himself and the monk in yellow robes, both in terms of cultivation and realm.

During this period of time, Ye Feng has raised the Qingfeng Sword to the level of the sixth-grade peak magic weapon.

The black light sword in the hands of the yellow-robed monk is a rank five peak magic weapon, which is one step higher than Ye Feng's Qingfeng sword, which greatly reduces the power of Ye Feng's Qingfeng sword. The black light sword contends.

Although Ye Feng's strength has increased a lot.

But his realm is still stuck in the realm of the second level of the soul refining period.

"Little beast, how did your strength become so powerful!" The yellow robe monk looked at Ye Feng in shock.

Ye Feng snorted coldly, "I have to thank you for my strength becoming stronger, if you hadn't attacked me, my strength would not have improved so much.

"Humph!"

The yellow robe monk said angrily, "This old man is very powerful, don't be complacent, one day this old man will tear you to pieces!

"You are dreaming!

Ye Feng looked at the yellow-robed monk with a mocking expression, "You think I don't know what you're thinking, and you want to use my life to practice some kind of secret art, you should stop delusional thinking about this matter, I'd rather die than will make you succeed!

The yellow-robed monk shouted angrily: "Little bastard, I don't care what kind of secrets you have, anyway, the strength of this old man is stronger than you, and when the old man restores his cultivation, it will be your death, just wait!

Ye Feng pouted, "I'll wait, you can try, but now you can die!"

With that said, Ye Feng swung the Qingfeng sword and slashed towards the yellow-robed cultivator.

The yellow-robed cultivator turned pale in shock, and hurried to the side to dodge, but it was a little late, and the Qingfeng sword slashed fiercely on the yellow-robed cultivator's left arm.

"Ah!" The yellow robe monk screamed, and a deep sword mark appeared on his left arm.

The face of the monk in the yellow robe suddenly turned pale, "Little bastard, you have such a vicious heart, this old man will tear you into pieces even after fighting this arm!

"Hehe, I don't think you have that chance." Ye Feng sneered and slashed towards the yellow-robed cultivator with a sword.

The monk in yellow robe hurriedly ran to the side, he knew that he was not Ye Feng's opponent.

How could Ye Feng miss such a good opportunity, turning into an afterimage and chasing the yellow robe cultivator.

Seeing this, the monk in the yellow gown immediately turned around and fled to the other side.

"Where to escape!" Ye Feng roared, took a step forward, and came to the monk in the yellow robe. He waved his Qingfeng sword and slashed at the monk in the yellow robe.

The yellow-robed cultivator hurriedly raised the black light sword in his hand to block it. With a bang, the two weapons collided violently, making a dull sound.

"Crack!

The Wuguang Sword was severed by Ye Feng's Qingfeng Sword, and Ye Feng's Qingfeng Sword slashed ruthlessly on the shoulders of the yellow-robed cultivator, cutting off the opponent's entire right arm.

The body of the monk in the yellow gown rolled rapidly in the air and landed on the ground several meters away.

"Push! 35

The monk in the yellow gown spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was as pale as paper, and he obviously suffered serious internal injuries.

"Plop!" The yellow robe cultivator fell to the ground. He raised his head and looked at Ye Feng, "Little bastard, how dare you kill me, this old man is fighting with you!"

After saying that, the monk in yellow robe stood up, and he frantically poured the vitality in his body into the black light sword.

117 Ye Feng saw the behavior of the monk in yellow robe, and could not help but screamed badly in his heart, this cultivator in yellow robe wanted to kill himself with this dark sword!

This black light sword is his protective treasure. Even in the face of fatal danger, the monk in yellow robe will never give up. He didn't expect that he would use this sword to save his life, which made Ye Feng frown. .

This black light sword is a high-grade sword of the seventh rank. Even a cultivator of the Spirit Immortal level can compete with the opponent. If the monk in the yellow robe finishes using this sword, he will definitely be killed by the Spirit Immortal. Level cultivator kills.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng hurriedly urged: "Hurry up and put away your sword, or it will be too late!"

The yellow-robed monk gritted his teeth and looked at Ye Feng. He picked up the Dark Light Sword from the ground and put it away immediately.

"Little bastard, this old man is not your opponent, we admit defeat, but I will never spare you, I want to take revenge!" The yellow robe cultivator glared at Ye Feng fiercely.

Ye Feng looked at the monk in yellow gown with disdain, "Even if you want to seek revenge on me, you probably don't have that ability. Let me tell you, I have now broken through the third level of the Soul Refining Stage, and now I am facing the Spirit Immortal. The cultivator is not afraid, even if your master is here, he may not be able to get me."