Chapter 1849: Delay

"Try first, can you crack it with brute force."
Shaking his head, Zhang Yifeng calmly mobilized his whole body's strength, condensed on his fists, stretched out his fists, and slammed against the lightning protection in the sword air cage.
boom!
There was a violent sound, the sword qi cage shook violently, and countless sword qi was shattered by Zhang Yifeng's fist.
However, even though his fist exerted tremendous power on the sword qi cage, after a flash of light, those smashed sword qi recovered.
The sword-qi cage, which was shaking violently, seemed to be broken at any time, became stable again.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yifeng was not discouraged. After all, this was a martial art displayed by a monk who entered the Kong Ming Period, and it was certainly not that good.
After taking a deep breath, Zhang Yifeng adjusted his state to the best, and then blasted out another punch. This time, he almost used all his strength.
However, even though the sword air cage shook violently again, the result was the same as before.
"It seems that I can't break this sword-qi cage just by brute force."
Zhang Yifeng's heart was a little solemn, he still underestimated Yan Xiarong.
"Haha, Zhang Yifeng, my sword qi cage isn't that easy to break, so just accept your fate."
Just when Zhang Yifeng was helpless against the sword-qi cage, Wanyan Xiarong's wild voice rang in Zhang Yifeng's ears.
Hearing Wan Yan Xiarong's voice, Zhang Yifeng was unmoved, but began to search for the trace of formation rules contained in the sword aura.
He knew that as long as he found the trace of formation rules, destroyed it, and attacked with brute force, the sword-qi cage would be broken.
Wanyan Xiarong originally wanted to mock Zhang Yifeng for a few words, but at this moment, Prince Twenty-Two came over.
"His Royal Highness Prince."
Seeing Prince Twenty-Two approaching, Wan Yan Xiarong didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly saluted.
The twenty-second prince nodded blankly, and said, "You wait by the side first. I have a few words to ask him."
Wan Yan Xia Rong frowned. Originally, he wanted to make a fuss and create an illusion of a flop and kill Zhang Yifeng.
But now it seems that this idea of ​​his can only come to nothing, because the twenty-two prince did not want to kill Zhang Yifeng from the beginning.
Wanyan Xiarong sighed in her heart, but she had no choice but to step aside.
The twenty-two prince walked to the sword gas cage, looked at Zhang Yifeng who was trapped in it, and said calmly: "You should know that the only one who can save you now is me."
Zhang Yifeng smiled when he heard the words, "So what, what do you want to say?"
The twenty-two prince said in a deep voice: "You should know what I want. As long as you give me that thing, I can forget your past and let me follow this king."
"Follow you?"
Zhang Yifeng sneered, "What good is it for me to follow you?"
Hearing Zhang Yifeng’s words, Prince Twenty-Two had a look of pride in his eyes, saying: "This king is the most respected prince in the Dali Kingdom. The king's position in the future must belong to this king. If you follow this king, wait for the future. After this king succeeds to the throne, you will have endless glory and wealth."
"Prosperity and wealth?"
Zhang Yifeng snorted and said, "Do you think everyone is greedy for those worldly glory and wealth?"
"For me, cultivation is worth pursuing all my life."
The twenty-two prince was silent for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "The prerequisite for cultivation is to be alive. You get what you shouldn't have. If you don't hand it over, it will definitely lead to death."
Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said with contempt: "Put away your hypocritical set, heaven and earth spiritual things, those who are predestined will get it, even if I give it to you, a vicious and vicious person like you does not deserve to have it. ."
"Stubborn!"
Seeing Zhang Yifeng still refused to submit, Prince Twenty-Two suddenly lost his patience.
"It doesn't matter if you don't give it. When you die, the treasure will naturally belong to the king."
With that, Prince Twenty-Two turned around, and when he walked to Wanyan Xiarong's side, a touch of killing intent appeared in his eyes.
"kill him!"
Wan Yan Xia Rong was stunned for a moment, followed by ecstasy.
In fact, from the very beginning, he couldn't wait to kill Zhang Yifeng, but because of the impediment of Prince Twenty-Two, he was a bit crooked when dealing with Zhang Yifeng.
Now, hearing the words of Prince Twenty-Two, Wan Yan Xia Rong suddenly shocked, and walked towards Zhang Yifeng.
"Now, no one can stop me from killing you!" Walking to Zhang Yifeng, Wanyan Xiarong said with a grinning smile.
Zhang Yifeng smiled lightly: "Wan Yan Xia Rong, you want to kill me that way?"
Wan Yan Xiarong smiled coldly: "You killed my two sons, I wish I could drink your blood and eat your flesh."
Zhang Yifeng had to deal with Wanyan Xiarong one after another, he was delaying time.
Although he knew the flaws in this sword qi cage, it was not an easy task to find the rules of formation from the countless criss-cross sword qi.
He completely released his divine consciousness, and while observing the lines of the sword qi cage, he quickly deduced it in his mind.
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
He knew that Wanyan Xiarong was not a fool, and he might find that he was delaying time with him at any time.
Once Wan Yan Xiarong found out his intentions, he would definitely wait stupidly for him to break the sword qi cage.
At this moment, the twenty-two prince not far away seemed to have discovered something, frowned, and said coldly: "Ping Luanhou, don't you see that he is delaying time?"
Zhang Yifeng's heart was stunned, what he was really afraid of.
Sure enough, after the reminder of Prince Twenty-Two, Wanyan Xiarong reacted instantly.
"Zhang Yifeng, you really are treacherous, Benhou almost fell in love with you, huh, want to delay time to break my sword-qi cage?"
"Huh, dreaming!"
Wan Yan Xia Rong grinned, and pointed the sharp sword forward.
"Sword formation, twist!"
As his voice fell, the countless sword qi that formed the sword qi cage suddenly began to spin violently.
"not good!"
Zhang Yifeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was horrified to discover that as the sword aura violently rotated, the space around him was shrinking.
After discovering this, he instantly understood that Wan Yan Xiarong wanted to strangle him!
Although he is a dual cultivation of spirit body, and the battle of immortal body is the number one body refining technique in Lingyue Continent, his current physical cultivation base is not much stronger than spiritual strength cultivation base.
And Wan Yan Xia Rong was already the cultivation base of the introductory phase of the Kong Ming period, and the martial arts displayed were still very threatening to him.
"You have to think of a way, otherwise I will be seriously injured by this blow."
He was not Wan Yan Xia Rong's opponent. If Wan Yan Xia Rong was hit hard again, he would completely lose the qualification to challenge Wan Yan Xia Rong.