Chapter 1848: Sword air cage

"Psionic Cannon?"
Wan Yan Xiarong frowned, he learned the wisdom this time with the lessons he had learned.
Wan Yan Xia Rong knew that the wave of spiritual power that could pose a huge threat to him was directed at him. When the energy attack from the psionic cannon was about to approach him, he used his body skills to instantly flash aside.
boom!
The psychic cannon attacked at the location where Wanyan Xiarong had stood before, making a violent explosion, and then another deep pit appeared, but this attack did not cause any harm to Wanyan Xiarong.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yifeng sighed.
Although he had already thought of this possibility in his heart, when he saw this scene with his own eyes, he couldn't help but feel regret.
With perfect preparation, the psionic cannon can no longer cause substantial damage to Wan Yan Xiarong, and it will become more difficult to deal with Wan Yan Xiarong.
After avoiding the attack of the psionic cannon, Wan Yan Xiarong smiled triumphantly: "Zhang Yifeng, without the threat of the psionic cannon, now I have been promoted to the empty world again, do you think you can still get the prince?"
After hearing Yan Xiarong's words, Zhang Yifeng was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that you would be promoted to the empty world by swallowing the magic pill."
Hearing the three words Mo Ming Pill, Wan Yan Xia Rong's face twitched, the triumphant color in his eyes disappeared, and an endless spiteful color appeared instead.
Of course he knew the side effects of Mo Ming Pill, but he had no choice but to do so if he wanted to kill Zhang Yifeng today, even though the price was very heavy for him.
Thinking that she could kill Zhang Yifeng soon and avenge her two sons, Wanyan Xiarong laughed wildly.
"Zhang Yifeng, no matter how evil you are, you will still die in the hands of my Wanyan Xiarong today, haha."
Zhang Yifeng sneered: "I admit that you are very powerful now, but if you want to kill me, I am afraid it is not so easy."
After that, Zhang Yifeng ran his spiritual power frantically, and his majestic spiritual power gathered on the blade of the Sky-Splitting Scar, forming a highly lethal sword move.
Roar!
Feeling the master's turbulent fighting spirit, the spirit of the Sky-Splitting Scar jumped out of the sword, and roared up to the sky.
Its eyes, the size of a copper bell, were full of bloodthirsty looks.
At the next moment, Ying Xiao opened his mouth wide, and a swallowing force emerged from his mouth, spreading towards Wanyan Xiarong.
"Hmph, a beast, what can I do?"
Looking at the rushing towards him, Wan Yan Xia Rong sneered, and saw that he was running his spiritual power and slashed out at the bang.
Suddenly, countless sword qi attacked Ying Xiao.
Roar!
When the sword energy approached Ying Xiao, Ying Xiao suddenly opened his mouth, and instantly swallowed all the dozens of sword energy into his stomach.
Ho Ho Ho!
How could it be so easy to swallow the sword qi from a strong man in the empty and dark phase? As soon as the sword qi entered the independence, Ying Lu wailed, and the huge phantom body continued to roll in the air.
Upon seeing this, Wanyan Xiarong smiled coldly: "Huh, beast, Benhou will completely kill you today!"
After finishing speaking, Wan Yan Xia Rong did not give Ying Lu a chance to recover. While the sharp sword in her hand was dancing, another dozen sword qi slashed out, and the goal was directed at Ying Lu.
Feeling the bitter killing intent engulfed in those sword auras, Zhang Yifeng felt awe-inspiring. He knew that it was the limit that Ying Lu could block Wanyan Xiarong's move, and this move could not be stopped anyway.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng waved his hand at Yingchao and said, "Come back."
As his voice fell, the 梼杌 turned into a stream of light, and instantly disappeared into the blade of the Scar of the Sky.
At the critical moment, Ying Xiao was recalled by Zhang Yifeng, Wan Yan Xiarong's attack failed, dozens of sword auras smashed the ground, and the ground that was affected by the sword aura instantly became riddled with holes.
Seeing that Ying Su hadn't died under his own sword, Wanyan Xiarong's eyes showed a sense of hostility.
He barely paused, instead brandishing a long sword, splitting a powerful sword aura, and attacking Zhang Yifeng.
His eyes were full of cold killing intent, and he could see that he was completely moved to kill Zhang Yifeng.
Zhang Yifeng gritted his teeth, facing Wanyan Xiarong's attack, he could not retreat and could only meet him.
Although it was very difficult to deal with, but with the help of the power of the cracking sky, he could barely persist under Wanyan Xiarong's hands for the time being.
However, it was not easy for him to deal with it. Every time he received a fierce attack from Wan Yan Xiarong, his injuries would regenerate.
Gradually, Zhang Yifeng's injuries continued to accumulate, and his breath began to become disordered.
Moreover, in the battle with Wan Yan Xia Rong just now, he consumed a lot of spiritual power, and at this moment he actually seemed a little powerless.
"No, I can't continue to consume like this with him, otherwise I will definitely die!"
Zhang Yifeng put away the scars of the cracking sky, instantly opened the unknown golden hole, and used pure physical power to deal with Wanyan Xiarong.
On the side, Xu Nantian saw that Zhang Yifeng was in a bad situation and shouted, "Son, I will help you!"
After speaking, Xu Nantian attacked Wanyan Xiarong.
Xu Nantian was injured just now, so although his attack seemed fierce, he seemed a little weak in front of Wan Yan Xiarong, who had greatly increased in strength.
Wan Yan Xiarong easily blocked Xu Nantian's attack, and between a few moves, he knocked Xu Nantian away again.
Seeing Xu Nantian injured again, Zhang Yifeng was in a rush, and said quickly: "Foster father, don't come over, I can handle it alone."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Yifeng fisted with both hands and used mysterious footwork at his feet to launch a head-and-face attack on Wanyan Xiarong.
Wanyan Xiarong didn't seem to have thought that Zhang Yifeng would suddenly change his fighting style. For a while, Zhang Yifeng was forced to lose his position.
After a dozen moves, Wanyan Xiarong finally mastered the rhythm again.
"Unexpectedly, you are still practicing both spirit and body. This is a bit beyond my expectation, but if this is the case, you still have to die."
Wanyan Xiarong forced Zhang Yifeng back with a single sword, but what was strange was that he did not continue to investigate, but stopped.
After that, the spiritual power in his body overflowed crazily, the spiritual flow passed through the sword, and the long sword in his hand instantly radiated.
"Sword formation, sleepy!"
Following Wanyan Xiarong's cold drink, countless sword auras were released from the long sword in his hand.
The endless sword aura instantly surrounded Zhang Yifeng, forming a cage of sword aura around him.
Although he was in the sword energy, Zhang Yifeng did not panic at all, but calmly observed the sword energy cage that surrounded him.
After a while, Zhang Yifeng's eyes showed a hint of comprehension.
He discovered that the sword qi cage displayed by Wanyan Xiarong was composed of countless criss-crossing sword qi, which formed a dense network to trap the enemy.
Moreover, the subtleties of these sword auras seem to contain a trace of the rules of the formation method. It is precisely because of the rules of the formation method that these sword auras are condensed and not dispersed, and they can absorb the spiritual aura of the heavens and the earth to continuously replenish the sword aura cage. Consumption.