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? Blood Sword Patriarch's strength is quite powerful, Ye Feng did not worry, but a little excited, having a decent opponent is a matter of celebration.

I have fought many times with opponents of this level. The silver armor warrior, demon knight, skeleton warrior, and eighth-level beast are the first encounters with human beings who can possess such cultivation.

Ye Feng loathes the bloody sword ancestor's overbearing tyranny, but he can understand why he is like this.

A person who cultivates a land in a fairyland is indeed proud.

It's just that this pride has been hit by Ye Feng here.

Blood Sword Patriarch is Ye Feng's first ancient warrior who has the power of a fairyland. If he does not enter or leave the eternal life world, Ye Feng does not know whether his real star-level divine power is his opponent.

At the beginning, Ye Feng thought that the Blood Sword Patriarch was just making a sham, but the wave of sword energy that came from all directions, he could be sure that the Blood Sword Patriarch's strength was comparable to that of the Demon Knight, and even more.

Ye Feng's aura shield on his wrist flashed a golden light, which surrounded Ye Feng's half body.

Yin Hong's bloody sword light, like a storm, continuously hit the light shield of the aura shield.

Blood Sword came from all directions and was blocked by Ye Feng's aura shield. Blood Sword Patriarch was surprised that Ye Feng not only had a sharp flying sword, but also such a powerful defensive weapon.

His eyes were tinged with red blood, like an evil and overbearing demon, his hands closed together, and from the gap between his hands, the blood of the blood sword became more dazzling and powerful, as if turned into a giant sword, towards Ye Feng's aura shield was cut.

Blood Sword Patriarch constantly changes direction, as fast as a phantom, chopping to Ye Feng from all directions.

His offensive was fierce, but every time he changed direction, the golden light shield transformed from the aura shield in front of Ye Feng changed the direction, blocking the blood sword blasted by the blood sword patriarch.

The golden light shield exudes a faint light, revealing a powerful fairy.

Everyone was stunned. The three fathers and sons of Dongfangyue, Shen Liluo, the housekeeper, and even the disciples of the Jianmen in the South China Sea, such as Blood Sword Patriarch, were also stunned.

They can bend the light curtain arbitrarily, as if they have a self-defense consciousness, they still saw it for the first time.

Not only did the Blood Sword Patriarch's eyes become red, but the skin all over the body was red as if bleeding.

He hardly believed his eyes. His blood sword, which he worked hard for nearly two hundred years, could not penetrate Ye Feng's defensive light curtain.

How is it possible that even if this kid started to cultivate from his mother's womb, he would not be able to reach the fairyland in his twenties, but he had been practicing for more than 100 years before he reached this level.

Ye Feng not only blocked the bloody ancestor's offensive, but also looked relaxed.

"Truly, you've been playing for a long time, and you're tired, let me do it, stretch my muscles."

The lightsaber in Ye Feng's hand emits three colors of light, gold, purple, and red. The three colors alternately shuttle together, and the wind, lightning, thunder, and the madness of the madness rush to the blood sword ancestor.

Blood Sword Patriarch quickly shot the blood sword and fought with Ye Feng's flying sword.

After a long battle, his heart was a little irritable. The strong pressure in Ye Feng Feijian's blood sword Jianguang scattered everywhere, and his chest also felt like he was crushing a mountain, almost breathless.

I always feel that my blood sword, like the Wuguang sword of Nanhai Jianzun, will be cut to pieces.

Blood Sword Patriarch gritted his teeth, and had hit it to such an extent that he was out of it. He snapped his tongue sharply, his mouth was salty, and he shivered with excitement.

His whole body of blood and blood ran quickly, his white hair upside down like a steel needle, his curved white beard became straight, his thin fingers pinched the sword tactics, and his mouth was full of words.

This is a combat skill that he just learned recently.

Battle skills in the blood repair heart scripture.

A dim light of blood rose above his head, a shadow of blood sword gradually condensed in this blood light, with a frantic vigor and a thick bloody gas.

This bloody light spread to the surroundings, dyeing the original bright moonlight to blood red, and a faint bloody moonlight floating in the sky.

Not only the sky was stained with blood, but the surrounding forests and peaks were all covered with a red blood color.

Ye Feng felt that a strong pressure came from all directions.

Ye Feng sneered: "Yo, you will still shine, so you can save a lot of electricity, and you are not afraid of a power outage."

Blood Sword Patriarch sneered: "I don't know the life and death guy, do you think my blood is fun, you will taste the power of my blood repair heart Sutra in a while."

Hearing the blood sword ancestor mentioned the blood repair heart scripture, Ye Feng suddenly remembered that he had obtained a blood repair heart scripture when he swept away the Lingzong old nest.

Because the war skills in this blood cultivation mind are too evil, and there is a feeling of being a sidewalk, I have never practiced.

Inspired by the Blood Repair Heart Sutra, the Blood Sword Patriarch raised the energy in the blood vein to an unprecedented intensity, and the blood light in the top of the head gradually condensed into a blood-colored light sword.

The onlookers dared not show up even in the atmosphere. This kind of warfare technique that transforms into light and shadow has never been heard before.

Ye Feng doesn't feel fresh. The ancient martial arts who reached the fairyland can form the internal force outside, just like the real light and shadow. This light and shadow speed is faster and more powerful than ordinary weapons.

The ice bow that Jiang Yixue condensed with the cold air is such a weapon.

Most of these weapons are fairy tools, and ordinary spirit tools cannot achieve such power.

Seeing the blood sword in midair, the image is more real, the hilt and blade, which contains more powerful power.

This power seems to come from bloody hell, giving people a sense of panic, fear, and uneasiness.

Dongfangyue felt cold and whizzing in the back. Unconsciously, all of his clothes were soaked in cold sweat. The wind was as cold as without clothes.

Both Shen Liluo and Dongfangyue Father and Son secretly worried for Ye Feng.

Dongfangyue didn't expect that the blood sword ancestor of Jianmen in the South China Sea had reached a level beyond reach. Thanks to Ye Feng's help, he had some confidence.

But looking at the blood sword that condensed on the blood ancestor's head, he began to wonder if he was right or wrong to return to Huaxia from overseas. If he would meet these old monsters, he did not intend to return.

From the wave-like blood, Ye Feng smelled a powerful evil breath, which is definitely not something that ordinary ancient warriors can possess.

It can condense the lightsaber in vitro and release the internal force. Only the fairy in the fairyland can do it. Because he is not a fairy, he relies on the blood of the ancient gods in the body.

The doubts in Ye Feng's heart grew stronger and stronger, and there was no trace of fairy spirit in the breath of the Blood Sword Patriarch. It is certain that the Blood Sword Patriarch was not an earth fairy.

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