Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"If I inspire the spirit of the heaven level instrument in the Dragon chopping sword, you will be dead and lifeless." Ding Tianhe's eyes become scarlet and his murderous spirit is suddenly rich several times.

Just now he did admit to counseling, but since Ye Feng didn't give him the steps, Ding Tianhe naturally wouldn't beg for mercy with dead skin and rotten face.

Moreover, as he said, all the power of the Tianjie monster was released in an instant and could absolutely wipe out an area. However, if he did, the soul of the instrument would be destroyed. It was not a critical moment. He was reluctant to give up the Dragon cutting sword that cost tens of millions of spirit stones.

"The soul?" Ye Feng flashed a trace of curiosity. "It turns out that the mysterious power just now comes from the soul in your hand?"

As an inscriptionist, Ye Feng has seen the introduction of the soul of the instrument in many inscriptions, but the soul of the instrument is very rare. Ye Feng's cultivation has not reached that step, but he has never touched the real object.

Like the power of artistic conception, it can greatly increase the combat power of fighters.

If ye Feng didn't use the flame lion to fight Ding Tianhe, he had to be careful when he heard Ding Tianhe's words.

In an instant, the tall and powerful flame lion appeared in front of Ye Feng.

"You..."

Ding Tianhe's eyes were scarlet and shouted angrily, "Ye Feng, I advise you to stop when you are good. Ding cuts the soul of the dragon sword, but he is a heaven level monster. If you think that driving the earth level monster can resist the strongest blow from the heaven level ghost, you are very wrong."

While talking, his face was as cold as frost and his vitality was surging. In the red blade of the Dragon cutting sword in his hand, the dragon shaped virtual shadow seemed to roar violently, shaking the whole long sword in bursts.

The vitality and prestige contained in it became more and more prosperous, which immediately made Ye Feng and the flaming lion ready.

Ding Tianhe is going to put all his eggs in one basket.

He invoked all the forces in his body.

"Mr. Ding said again, Ye Feng, are you willing to stop?" after raising the momentum to the extreme, Ding Tianhe finally gave a cold drink.

Ye Feng pointed to his throat with the tip of the long knife in his hand, and the knife awn hissed: "if you can give this sword to me, I can let you leave."

"Let me give you the Dragon cutting sword?" Ding Tianhe was completely angry. "You are dreaming. This sword cost me 30 million spirit stones. How can you give in to each other!"

"Well, in that case, there's nothing to say."

Ye Feng no longer hesitates. The condensed soul of the Tianjie monster may indeed be very powerful, but if ye Feng lets Ding Tianhe leave with such understatement, he can't do it.

Anyone who has the courage to peep at himself will pay a painful price.

This is maple leaf's consistent principle.

After a cold drink, he cut it out with a knife, and the Qi of fire yuan soared, making the whole sky transpiration with thick flames.

"Damn it. You asked for everything. Go to hell!" a trace of madness flashed in Ding Tianhe's eyes. "Dragon chopper soul, give it to me and come out!"

"Roar!"

On the three foot long sword, a blue shadow soared out, like a sea like prison, just like a volcanic eruption.

At first, the blue shadow was about a foot long, but soon it expanded with the wind and suddenly became a huge blue dragon with teeth and claws, surging towards the leaf maple.

At the same time, Ding Tianhe's veins were twisted, and the blood vessels in his hands burst. After shaking his wrists, he pulled up several sword flowers with the blood red dragon cutting sword, and stabbed Ye Feng with the blue giant dragon virtual shadow.

Crackling

The void burst into pieces, and the surrounding vitality exploded in the air. In the explosion, there seemed to be a long sound of dragon singing. Although the Dragon singing was ethereal, it seemed to echo in people's ears for some reason, straight into their minds, shaking the divine sea of Every warrior.

The surging Blue Dragon and sword light made Ye Feng's pupils shrink slightly. The Qi and power of fire yuan almost burst to the extreme. In an instant, there was a green flame blooming in his Wu pulse.

Facing the strongest attack from Ding Tianhe, Ye Feng didn't dare to be careless.

At this moment, he can only inspire the last killer mace, integrate the green and dark fire into his vitality, and release it together with the outbreak of knife intention.

"Boom, boom!"

It was like a God coming down to earth. Ye Feng held a moon burning knife, which meant that the seed cut through the void, especially the green burning flame at the top of the seed tore open the virtual shadow of the green dragon in the air.

However, after all, it is the spirit of the heavenly level monster. Even if only 10% of its combat power is transformed, when it blooms the last light, its power is still terrible. In the fierce energy impact, the green dragon scattered into countless streamers. Although most of it was extinguished by the different fire, there are still many shooting at Ye Feng like a meteor.

"Roar..."

The flaming lion king with a loud roar killed him, and his sharp claws beat quickly, smashing most of the green light into pieces.

However, there were still several streamers hitting Ye Feng, and the shield of vitality armor and blood god armor were broken at the same time. Ye Feng snorted and retreated quickly.

He felt as if his soul had been pierced by something, and his face turned white.