Supreme Medicinal God

? An evil and powerful magic energy erupted from the body of the wind, like the stormy waves, making Ye Feng almost feel suffocated. How can the magic core that is about to be exhausted produce such a strong magic energy?

Ye Feng felt a sense of uneasiness in the bottom of his heart, and the windy body was undergoing some changes.

His face became pig liver color, his pupils were crimson, and the green muscles on his arms burst out one by one, and he instantly changed from a pure white middle-aged man to an exaggerated muscle athlete in the cartoon, changing his coat almost Explode.

The power of the blood line of the demon race is like a storm, raging in his body, this scene Ye Feng seems to have met.

Ye Feng suddenly remembered that during the Huashan Ancient Martial Arts Competition, the door of the upper Qing dynasty was arrogant, knowing that he was no match for himself, but forcibly exerting the blood demon Dafa, risking the explosion of blood vessels, and fighting with himself.

The gust of wind in front of him was like the situation at the time of Chongxu Dao. He was playing the blood fiend Dafa, fighting for his last vitality, and burning out the last magic of the magic core in his body.

The blood demon Dafa is a kind of evil magic skill of the demon clan, and the devil people will not easily perform it themselves.

Although the blood fiend Dafa can quickly increase the magic power to dozens of times, hundreds of times, it is consuming its vitality greatly.

Chongxu Daochang does not have the blood of the devil, and forcibly performs exercises that are not human, not only a lot less powerful, but finally become a blood vessel and die.

The blast of wind is the blood fiend Dafa, his blood fiend Dafa, the power is dozens of times stronger than Chongxu Dao.

The energy in the blood of the demon has suddenly increased dozens of times.

The skin of the blast changed into purple-red, and it felt like bleeding.

His face became fierce and evil, and he raised his fist like a hammer, and punched Ye Feng. The aura shield on Ye Feng's wrist turned into a golden round shield, blocking the fist hit by the wind.

Booming, the violent wind rushed around, crushing a nearby coffee table into debris.

Although the Aura Shield relieved some of the pressure, Ye Feng still felt that there was a huge force pushing him, making him unable to stand firm and pedaling back several steps.

"You're dead, kid, take me a few more punches."

The wind is like a wild beast with a mad hair, and his fists fall like raindrops. Ye Feng painfully blocks his fist with an aura shield, feeling that his aura shield is about to be smashed by his mad devil qi.

Ye Feng blocked the fist from the blast, but the floor under his feet couldn't hold it.

Ye Feng heard the sound of a crisp fracture beneath his feet, and a thin crack came from under his feet, spreading around like a spider silk.

He suddenly realized that it was bad. Although he blocked his punch, he spread the pressure to his feet, and the floor was smashed.

Boom, Ye Feng fell directly from the second floor, fell into a ruin, his face covered with dust.

"Boy, you want to run, you can't run away."

The wind whizzed and jumped from the smashed hole. His hands were rubbed in a circle. The black sand around him included black wrought iron scraps. The magic of it was crumpled into a heavy iron sand ball that was the size of a shot.

"go to hell."

The iron sand ball was like a rapid flow, hitting Ye Feng, Ye Feng's feet seemed to be smeared with oil, stepping on Luo Buyan flashed over the ferocious iron sand ball.

The iron sand ball rubbed Ye Feng's cheek, and the fierce strong wind cut a thin blood stain on Ye Feng's face, exuding the blood of Yin Hong.

Rumbling, the iron sand ball did not hit Ye Feng, hit a big mahogany cylinder behind Ye Feng, smashed his waist, and then drawn an arc back to the blast of the chest, continuing to float in mid-air.

A whirl of black air spun from the iron sand ball, accelerating the rotation of the iron sand ball, and its power became huge, strong and dignified circle by circle.

Blast wind grinned: "Come on, your flying sword, come and kill me."

Ye Feng sneered, his wrist shook gently, the flying sword shining red, blue and purple electric awns, flew into the air, and then suddenly turned into thousands of meteors and shot into the blast from all directions.

Each sword light contains powerful divine power, the nemesis of the devil.

Faced with the power of Ye Feng's archaic protoss bloodline, the gust of wind was tense for no reason. The kind of masculine, thick, energetic blood breath made him very uncomfortable.

His bloodshot face was twitching continually. He was about to destroy Ye Feng quickly. He felt that the blood fiend Dafa he had forcibly exerted could not be maintained for a long time.

The power of the only bloodline is also exhausted.

He is also a stubborn person, I can't lose, I want to support it.

He roared loudly, and the earthworm-like green bars swelled even more. The black iron ball in front of his chest instantly turned into a huge black barrier magic sand shield, rotating around him quickly, blocking it Flying sword shot by Ye Feng.

I heard, tinkling, gold and iron symphony continued, ear maple looked dignified, fingers flew in the air in a hurry, it looked like a conductor conducting a symphony orchestra.

He commanded not the sound team, but the flying swords turned into hundreds of sword lights, which is much more complicated than conducting the band. Each sword light is deeply reflected in the mind, its flight line, power Must be accurate to every cent, every cent.

The wind on his face is gradually fading. He is supporting the magic sand shield with the magic power that expands in the blood vein, but such defense is extremely consumption of magic power.

Ye Feng Feijian is fast and ruthless, each sword will cut off part of the energy of the blast blood, thousands of sword lights, falling like a storm, surrounding him in layers.

Ye Feng felt that the energy in the other's blood was fading. It seemed that he was imprisoned for five thousand years in fairy prison. Although he didn't die, the magic core was eroded by the aura and was almost scrapped.

The gust of wind has stimulated hundreds of times of blood energy with the magic Dafa, but it can't last for too long.

In addition to scrapping the magic core, there is a more secret reason.

The blast is not a pure-bred Mozu, he is eroded by demonic qi, depraved and transformed into a Mozu.

Therefore, the blood fiend Dafa he exhibited is only stronger than ordinary ancient warriors, but the time is not long.

The evil red light in the eyes of the wind is gradually dissipating, and his opponent, Ye Feng, has perseverance and confidence in his eyes. As long as he is fast enough and strong enough, he will always penetrate this magic sand defense.

I felt a trace of despair from the bottom of my heart, a trace of exhaustion, a trace of inability, the wind spurted a dark blood, and the red tide all over the body quickly faded.

The defensive black sand shield beside him, wow, turned into a pool of black sand and spattered at his feet.

Looking at the black sand on the ground, his eyes showed a desperate look.

(End of this chapter)