C787 Killing You Is a Matter of Minutes
C787 Killing You Is a Matter of Minutes
The flames on his body were freely retracted and released. It was as if he had completely fused with the flames.
An extremely powerful semi-sage aura spread out, causing the surrounding space to tremble.
Ye Feng had become one of the Saint warriors!
Fusa's expression was extremely ugly. His opponent had just stepped into the Saint realm, but his aura was already not weaker than his. How was this possible?
One should know that he had spent several hundred years in the Half Saint realm, and only then did he have the strength he had today.
What right did this brat have to possess it from the very beginning?
"Silver Shuttle Spear!" Fusa coldly shouted. A silver light flashed in his hand and the snake shaped demon spear appeared.
"Kid, blame yourself for stealing my things!"
"Silver Dragon Sky Trampler!"
Fusa took a step into the air. The silver spear in his hand twisted and rotated in a strange way. It turned into a silver tornado and swept toward Ye Feng.
This tornado was even more terrifying than the flaming tornado just now. The pressure it brought was even more frightening.
"Come! Let me see your strength." Ye Feng laughed lightly. In the center of his palm, the flame gradually condensed into the shape of a small Firebird.
This bird was even more powerful and domineering than the previous three star Demonic Fire. It also had a bit of charm and arrogance.
The Firebird let out a clear cry. It immediately flapped its wings and flew out, leaving behind a faint flame that dissipated wherever it passed.
It looked unremarkable.
Just as it was about to collide with the silver tornado, its body suddenly expanded by thousands of times, turning into a heaven-shaking Giant Beast of raging fire.
With a flap of its wings, the Giant Beast surged with raging flames, rushing towards the dragon from all directions.
In the void, the sounds of explosions were incessant.
A hint of shock flashed across Fusa's eyes. His all-out attack was actually so easily blocked by his opponent! One should know that even a true Saint would be helpless against this attack.
"Fellow Daoist, you are still distracted while fighting. It is truly a waste of your cultivation base!"
This voice was actually behind Fusa!
As expected, the void behind him suddenly split open. Several Spatial Blades shot out from within, aiming at Fusa's vital points.
"Hmph! It's not that simple to kill me!" Fusa's figure turned illusory, allowing the sharp blades to pass through his body.
Strangely, when his figure merged together, he was not injured at all! It seemed like Fusa also knew some kind of spatial skill similar to Ye Feng's spatial domain.
"Eh? He actually dodged it! But if I wanted to kill you, it would be a piece of cake! "
In the sky, runic chains flew out from the Soul Suppressing Pestle in front of Ye Feng and swept downwards.
"God Chopping Sword, can you do me a favor?" He quietly asked in his heart.
In fact, the God Chopping Sword had a powerful sword spirit, an existence that had its own consciousness long ago. That was why Ye Feng was unable to control the sword, so he could only ask for help.
Fortunately, the God Chopping Sword actually truly understood, and it took the initiative to escape from the Zifu, hovering in the air with a buzzing sound.
The Holy Ranking appeared first, and the wind and clouds in the world changed greatly.
Fusa was trying his best to resist those annoying chains when a savage pressure quietly descended from above his head.
A burning light flashed across his eyes, and he cried out in shock, "The God Chopping Sword is really in your hands!" However, he suddenly felt afraid right now!
The opponent's sword might very well crush him into pieces.
"Fellow Daoist, please stop. The Northern Chill Palace is willing to pay any price in exchange for the treasure in your hands!" Fusa shouted hastily.
Northern Chill Palace?
Ye Feng shook his head and said, "Sorry, I'm not interested!"