Chapter 1842: restraint

The black-robed man looked at the giant sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand with an incredible expression in his eyes.
His black sickle is made of extremely evil magic iron. Although it has not yet reached the level of magic weapons, because of the special corrosiveness of magic weapons, the black sickle is better than ordinary magic weapons except for the lack of magic. More powerful.
In his impression, from the day he got the black sickle, he had not encountered an opponent in weapons.
But he never thought that the black sickle he was so proud of would be knocked into the air by the huge sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand!
Thinking of this, the black-robed man said angrily: "Huh, I looked down on you a little bit. The giant sword in your hand is not bad, and it can fly my death sickle. Now, I change my mind, as long as you hand over you. With the giant sword in hand, I can make your death easier."
Hearing what the black-robed man said, Zhang Yifeng smiled disdainfully and said: "It seems that the twenty-two princes are all mentally handicapped, but they don't use their brains."
The twenty-two prince heard the words and his face became cold: "Ghost Li, I haven't taken any action for a long time. Are you old? Let this king see your true ability. If even Zhang Yifeng can't handle it, what qualifications do you have to continue to follow this book? king?"
Hearing the words of Prince Twenty-Two, the black-robed man's body shook slightly, then he waved, and the sickle of death appeared in his hand instantly.
"His Royal Highness, please rest assured, I will capture him for you!"
As he said, the black-robed man roared, the death sickle in his hand pointed towards Zhang Yifeng from a distance, and said: "Boy, I want to use your head to wash away the humiliation I have just received!"
At the end of the words, black magic energy madly poured out of the black robe man, and the death sickle in his hand rose up with black magic flames.
The next moment, the black robe man's toes touched slightly, and his body rose into the air. He held the death sickle tightly and attacked Zhang Yifeng's neck.
When Zhang Yifeng saw this, his expression was solemn, and his right hand holding the Scar of Cracking Sky shook slightly, and the Scar of Cracking Sky made a sound of contention.
Keng!
After a clear sound, the golden light of the giant sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand rose sharply, and the majestic aura exuded, this aura instantly overwhelmed the black robe man's magic flame.
Not only that, at the moment when the golden light and the black magical encounter, the magical energy made a crackling sound, as if it had been scorched.
"This... is spectacular!"
"Zhang Yifeng seems to have the advantage!"
In the sight of the spectators, the golden light was like a prairie fire, constantly eroding and purifying the devil energy.
The devilish energy is decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the golden light is constantly expanding forward.
According to this posture in front of him, Jin Guangda had a plan to completely swallow the devilish energy.
"what!"
Almost as soon as the golden light appeared, the black-robed man screamed and said in a trembled voice: "You, are you a Buddhist?"
In Lingyue Continent, magic cultivator is very powerful, but magic cultivator also has natural enemies, that is, Buddhist followers.
The demonic energy cultivated by demonic cultivation tends to be dark and evil, but the Buddhas are on the contrary. They control the purest and brightest energy in the world, and the Buddha light they cultivate is inherently extremely powerful in restraining demonic energy.
In front of the Buddha, magic cultivation is like an angel with broken wings, with inherent disadvantages.
The golden light released by Zhang Yifeng just now contains a trace of sacred attributes, which is one of the characteristics of Buddha light.
Therefore, the black-robed man would regard Zhang Yifeng as a Buddhist disciple who practiced Buddhism.
Faced with the black-robed man's question, Zhang Yifeng just smiled coldly, but he didn't mean to explain, because just now, he felt a faint fluctuation of spiritual power coming from the hole on the ground.
Feeling the wave of spiritual power, he instantly understood that the explosion just now did not kill Wan Yan Xiarong.
"You must fight quickly, otherwise I will be in danger when Yan Xiarong recovers."
Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng snorted softly. He actually used a mysterious sword move to attack the black robe man.
The black-robed man was waiting for Zhang Yifeng's explanation, but he never expected that Zhang Yifeng would not play the cards according to common sense and attacked himself!
The black-robed man was so angry that he roared: "Asshole, since you want to die, then I will satisfy your ears!"
However, even though he said so, in the face of Zhang Yifeng's attack, he appeared extremely cautious.
Because of his horror discovery, even though Zhang Yifeng was far inferior to him in terms of spiritual power, every sword skill attack Zhang Yifeng issued contained a trace of energy that could pose a huge threat to him.
He has a feeling that if he is hit by that energy, he will be seriously injured.
After understanding this, the black-robed man suddenly had an urge to vomit blood. This nasty guy was obviously not as strong as him, but it was difficult for him to take him down in a short time.
What made him even more embarrassed was that not only did he have no choice but to take Zhang Yifeng, he was frustrated everywhere, and he had to guard against danger from Zhang Yifeng at all times.
Thinking of the big things he had said before the twenty-two prince, the black robe man couldn't help becoming impatient.
"No, Prince Twenty-Two is already very dissatisfied with me. If I can't take him down, it will be in trouble."
Thinking of this, the black robe man showed a ruthless look in his eyes. With a wave of his big hand, the black robe on his body disappeared instantly, and a set of black armor full of texture appeared on his body.
"Boy, you are proud enough to force me to sacrifice the Demon King's armor."
"However, you will stop here. You have successfully offended me. Please bear the anger from the devil!"
After Gui Li finished speaking, he completely gave up his defense and let the huge sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand attack his chest.
boom!
With a loud noise, Gui Li's body was shot upside down by Zhang Yifeng.
In the air, the ghost spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood instantly dyed the mask on his face red, making it look more hideous.
Everyone around watching this scene took a breath of air-conditioning, and almost everyone's gaze at Zhang Yifeng became serious.
"I'm going? I was knocked into the air directly? I was knocked into the air as soon as I bragged? Is this Zhang Yifeng so powerful?!"
"Yeah, this Zhang Yifeng is too powerful, even the cultivator of the 9th floor of the out-of-aperture period is not his opponent, but he only has the cultivation base of the fifth floor of the out of the orifice period. This is too abnormal."
"Such a person can never be an enemy of him, it is terrible!"
In the previous duel, based on the fluctuation of spiritual power, many people have already found out Zhang Yifeng's cultivation.
It is precisely because of this that they feel terrified in their hearts.
Going beyond the level to confront the enemy is already the pride of heaven. The more the fourth level confronts the enemy, they will see each other for the first time!
This is simply a peerless evildoer.