Chapter 1710: Phantom

"Why are you laughing?"
Seeing Zhang Yifeng laugh, Yu Wenlie's expression became cold.
Zhang Yifeng did not explain. He looked at Yu Wenlie with contempt, raised the giant sword in his hand, and said lightly: "Do you really want it?"
Yu Wenlie thought that Zhang Yifeng was going to give him the sword, nodded and said: "Boy, if you are acquainted, give it to me quickly, and then you can go away."
"It's an idiot." Zhang Yifeng shook his head faintly, a smile appeared in his eyes, and said: "If this is the case, then it is as you wish."
call out!
As soon as his words fell, the Scar of the Sky Splitting came out of his hand and swept towards Yu Wenlie at a speed that pierced the speed of sound.
Feeling the murderous aura carried in the giant sword, Yu Wenlie knew that he had been tricked by Zhang Yifeng, and a sense of hostility appeared in his eyes immediately.
"Boy, are you kidding me? Looking for death!"
Facing the giant sword that rushed towards his front door, Yu Wenlie didn't dare to be careless, put the big sword in his hand across his chest, and made a defensive posture.
Keng!
With a clear symphony of gold and iron, the giant sword and the big knife in Yu Wenlie's hand struck together.
Click!
There was a sound of shattering sharp weapons, Yu Wenlie's expression changed, and he looked down at the big knife in his hand, and a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes for an instant.
I saw that the ninth-level knife in his hand had a lot of fine cracks in the blade during the collision just now, and then, the big knife shattered every inch, and the debris fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
In the blink of an eye, there was only one hilt left in Yu Wenlie's hands!
Seeing this scene, Yu Wenlie's expression changed, but when he thought that this sword was so powerful, the color of greed in his eyes became even stronger.
"Boy, you ruined Lao Tzu's weapon, your giant sword now belongs to Lao Tzu."
As Yu Wenlie spoke, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the giant sword.
His eyes were already filled with a thick smile, and in his opinion, Zhang Yifeng's huge sword was already in its bag.
But what he didn't expect was that when his hand grabbed the giant sword, the giant sword seemed to be spiritual, and suddenly accelerated, missed between his hands within a few minutes, and instantly flew back to Zhang Yifeng's hands.
Gently wiped off the non-existent dust on the Scar of the Sky Splitting, Zhang Yifeng looked at Yu Wenlie with a teasing smile in his eyes.
"It is not a glorious thing to take other people's things as your own."
Listening to Zhang Yifeng's ridiculous words, Yu Wenlie's face was blue and white, which was so exciting.
"Boy, I will fulfill you if you die."
Yuwen Lie was angry. He had never suffered such humiliation. The majestic aura burst out of his body instantly. He only heard a roar from his right hand, with his right hand, and attacking Zhang Yifeng.
"Good job!"
Seeing Yu Wenlie's fist waved over, Zhang Yifeng's eyes lit up, he closed the scar of the sky-cracking, and instantly opened Zhan Xian's body, and also waved a punch to greet Yu Wenlie.
Seeing Zhang Yi put away the giant sword, Yu Wenlie sneered while sighing in relief.
In his opinion, the reason why Zhang Yifeng had the upper hand before was because he relied on the terrifying giant sword in his hand, and now that the giant sword was put away by him, Zhang Yifeng instantly became able to wantonly in his eyes. Kneaded soft persimmons.
"Boy, this is your own death, don't blame Lao Tzu!"
Yuwenlie grinned, and the spiritual power in his body surged out and gathered on his right fist, forming a terrifying murderous intent.
At this moment, Yuwenlie was like a killer god, full of violent aura, people would be shocked just by looking at it.
"My lord, be careful!"
Feeling the powerful aura radiating from Yu Wenlie's body, Yang Xiao's eyes were full of worry.
However, what he didn't know was that Zhang Yifeng didn't feel too much pressure in the face of Yu Wenlie with such a strong breath.
He felt that even though Yu Wenlie's breath was strong, his true strength was almost equal to the strength of the fourth-tier combat power during the emergence period.
Zhang Yifeng passed through the Tianlei body refining, and then opened up an indestructible golden hole on his body. In the state of fighting the immortal body, his physical strength can already be compared with the third-tier monks in the Aperture Stage.
Even though Yu Wenlie showed the strength of the fourth layer in the out-of-aperture period, his weapon had been damaged in the previous battle, and his strength must be greatly reduced.
It's just a gap in the realm. In the face of the incredible Yu Wenlie, Zhang Yifeng still has certain confidence in defeating him.
Seeing the bitter breath emanating from Yu Wenlie's right fist, Zhang Yifeng looked solemn, took a deep breath, and greeted him with the same fist.
The only difference is that Yu Wenlie's fist is surging and murderous, while Zhang Yifeng's fist does not have a trace of spiritual power fluctuations.
"Haha, boy, are you knowing that you are invincible and deliberately surrendered?" Feeling the fragility of Zhang Yifeng's fist, Yu Wenlie's eyes showed a wild smile.
He has almost seen Zhang Yifeng's brain burst.
Zhang Yifeng looked at Yu Wenlie with a weird look, and suddenly smiled: "With my punch, few people can follow, you have to be careful."
Hearing this, Yu Wenlie laughed and was about to make a mockery, but suddenly his face changed and his body slammed to the side.
boom!
Just as Yu Wenlie's body flashed aside, Zhang Yi's fist came as scheduled, and there was a huge roar where he stood before.
boom!
Zhang Yifeng's fist suddenly exploded with extreme strength. Without the target, he saw him hit the wall next to him with a punch.
In the horrified expressions of everyone, the force of Zhang Yifeng's fist smashed the hard wall instantly.
hiss! Seeing Zhang Yifeng's powerful blow, everyone present took a breath, especially Yu Wenlie's subordinates, the eyes looking at Zhang Yifeng were full of jealousy.
Looking directly at Zhang Yifeng, a flash of horror flashed in Yu Wenlie's eyes. Judging from the blow of Zhang Yifeng just now, the opponent's strength was not much weaker than him.
Yu Wenlie suppressed the horror in his heart, looked at Zhang Yifeng solemnly, and said, "Good boy, I just looked down on you."
"It's just that if you only have this ability, you still have to die!"
When the word of death fell, a red light suddenly appeared on Yu Wenlie's body. Then, a drop of menstrual blood appeared in Yu Wenlie's hands.
"Guide of the blood demon, the demon flame is overwhelming!"
Following Yu Wenlie's yell, the essence and blood in his hand suddenly burned, and then, endless black magic energy emerged from his body.
The devil qi formed a demon phantom in the air, and endless coercion radiated from the body of the demon phantom.
Some monks with a low cultivation base were affected by the pressure of the Demon King, and all of them were pale, and their eyes were full of horror when they looked at the Demon King's shadow.