Chapter 131

Now, if you want to defeat Huang San, it seems that there is only one choice, that is to urge the Dementor needle, paralyze this person with mental attack, and then hurt the killer.

Buzz!

The powerful spiritual power trembled in the sea of maple leaf God. Then, a strange spiritual power that could not touch the trace burst out in an instant.

Huang San's attack suddenly stagnated, with a painful expression in his eyes.

Whew

Where would Ye Feng miss such a good opportunity? In the room of lightning and flint, he cut Huang San's head with a knife.

Hiss... Whoosh

However, Huang San instantly reacted from his absence and could survive in the organization of "heaven and earth killing". Huang San obviously knows how to prevent mental attack.

His speed was very fast. Ye Feng's blade was a foot away from Huang San's neck. He kicked under his feet and his body retreated rapidly.

The sound of "hissing" sounded. Even though he retreated very quickly, the soul taking needle inspired by Ye Feng still achieved some effects, causing the blade to drag a long blood mark on Huang San's chest.

The blood spatter hurt him a lot.

"Ye Feng, I want you to die!"

He quickly retreated to the other side of the passage, and the yellow three complexion was extremely cold.

As Huang Zi No. 3, he had no less than dozens of people who died in his hands, and even had a strong record of sneaking attack on congenital experts, but Huang San never thought that he would be cut by a martial artist in Tongming territory.

Part of his mind was separated to suppress the flocculent Qi and blood flowing from the wound. Huang San's breath was colder, and a chill spread from him.

He shook his long sword like a poisonous snake out of the hole and killed Ye Feng again.

At the same time, the evil wind demon tiger, with a huge mouth, spit out a long cyan blade.

Ye Feng was not afraid at all. He dodged the wind blade and rushed to each other like lightning. The two fought together again.

Boom, boom!

The concussion sound from the fluctuation of vitality makes the whole channel echo.

With the help of evil wind demon tiger, Huang San still didn't take the initiative.

On the one hand, he always needs to be on guard against the spiritual attack launched by Ye Feng. On the other hand, Huang San was injured by this knife just now.

Although there was no blood flowing out of the wound, he could not control the loss of true Qi. In addition, every time he waved the long sword, he would pull the wound and make him feel abnormal pain.

The longer the time, the weaker the breath on Huang Qi.

He was worried secretly, and sweat had oozed from his face.

If you can't kill Ye Feng as soon as possible and continue the fierce battle, he will be defeated.

"Ghost scorpion poison sword!"

After a fierce drink, Huang Qi's sword changed and his attack became more fierce. It was a deadly move.

"What? Trying so hard?"

Ye Feng sneered when he saw that the other party had exerted his sword technique to the extreme, with many aftereffects. The long sword was like a poisonous scorpion spitting out its core. It was cunning and cruel, but it was obviously lack of stamina, and the speed began to decline.

In this case, the best way for Ye Feng is to continue to entangle. As long as Huang San's energy is poor, there will be no suspense about the victory.

At that time, Huang San's true Qi will be exhausted, and he can become the fish on the leaf maple sticky board and be slaughtered.

But Ye Feng doesn't like this delaying tactic. What he pursues is "fast, accurate and ruthless", and break the enemy with one blow.

Since the other party chooses to work hard with himself, it's the best thing.

"Scorpio swallows snake!"

While Huang San used this move, the evil wind demon tiger suddenly made a deep sad roar, no longer spit the wind blade that can't play much role, jumped up in the air, and blocked the whole area behind Ye Feng.

The long sword in Huang San's hand stirred rapidly to form a huge circle, such as a boa constrictor opening a big mouth and biting at Ye Feng.

Look at the natural coordination of one person and one tiger. This move should be their most sharp mace.

"Come on!"

Ye Feng was unafraid and moved his mind. The short iron bar in the storage space appeared in his hand again.

Then, Ye Feng shot a single knife at Huang San, but the iron stick in his hand was swift and violent, and a stick patted on the evil wind demon tiger.

Huang San, who avoided Ye Feng's single knife, flashed a trace of excitement on his gray face. His sword move suddenly stopped, and his steps didn't advance but retreat.

The figure retreated quickly.

"Give it to me, pop!"

"Boom!"

With a bang, the evil wind demon tiger exploded, rolled up a strange black flame and swept the figure of Ye Feng in

"Hahaha... You're not dead yet. Ye Feng, although I lost a top-notch monster, I finally left your life! We kill heaven and earth. We will do anything to achieve our goal!"

It seems that some kind of secret method has been launched. Huang San's face is even more frustrated. His real Qi is exhausted. Seeing that Ye Feng is swallowed by the fire, he holds the stone wall with one hand, gasps wildly and laughs wildly.

But his laughter didn't last long. A voice slowly rang in Huang San's ear.

"Cough... Laugh so happily? But I seem to disappoint you again."

Huang San stared at Ye Feng step by step out of the smoke in horror. It seemed that he even stopped breathing.

"You, how could you..."

"How can Ye Feng not die?" Ye Feng looked worried, his coat was not neat, and there were many burn marks on his face. However, from his momentum, what appeared in front of him was only some skin injuries.

The spirit of Ye Feng is still well preserved.

"I forgot to tell you that I have the martial pulse of fire attribute and am naturally immune to fire attribute." looking at the decaying Huang San, Ye Feng raised the short iron rod in his hand.

"It's impossible. Even if it's fire attribute Wu Mai, it's impossible to withstand my burst sky flame intact. You must have other secrets."

Huang San's eyes showed a trace of panic. He pointed to Ye Feng, trembling and suddenly turned around.

"I don't need you to worry about whether I have a secret. Now, you can die for me."

Ye Fengyue took a step forward and smashed the head of Huang San who wanted to run for his life. The Huang Zi No. 3, who killed many half step congenital experts, finally died completely.

"If you want to kill me, you must be ready to be killed by me..."

Kill Huang San and take the storage ring in Huang San's hand. Ye Feng's divine knowledge is explored. Finally, there is a smile on his blackened face.

There's a lot of booty.

In addition to seven or eight thousand lower grade spirit stones, there are dozens of middle grade lava crystals, and even seventeen upper grade crystals.

In addition, Ye Feng also found five inferior spirit tools in the storage ring, including knives, swords and guns. Obviously, they are not what Huang San should have.

This killer, while setting up traps to deal with himself, should have killed many martial artists who entered here to explore. Now, it's cheaper for Ye Feng.

All the booty in his hand was collected into the storage space. Ye Feng found a bronze waist token on Huang San, which was engraved with an ancient word "three", but on the back was a galloping dragon.

"Number three?"

No wonder his name is Huang San.

Ye Feng's heart flashed a different color and was about to put his waist card into his bag, but at this moment, his heart beat faster and his strong sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart