Chapter 398

Yi Hong didn't say a word, so he went straight to Ye Lingfeng. It's not that he doesn't want to say something, but that he is deaf by the bomb now. Listening to Ye Lingfeng's words is just like the humming of mosquitoes, and he doesn't know what ye Lingfeng is talking about at all.

Seeing that Yi Hong couldn't hear anything, ye Lingfeng naturally didn't want to talk nonsense. He immediately took his sword out of its sheath and went to meet Yi Hong. When the blade of the sword came out of its sheath, ye Lingfeng felt that the sword in his hand seemed to have become a living creature. It was trembling slightly, sending out the breath of killing, as if it was a fierce beast that wanted to drink blood!

The method of blood refining is really extraordinary. It makes this sword have such a strong spirit. Don't worry, before long, you can take your blood. But it's a pity that the first person who died under your sword was just a middle-level man. Holding the sword tightly, ye Lingfeng looks indifferent, as if Yi Hong is dead in front of him.

It's not that ye Lingfeng belittles the enemy, but that Yi Hong's situation is too miserable. His eyes were bleeding and his ears were deaf. There was nothing to be desired except his amazing sense of smell. Ye Lingfeng felt that even if the smell of the goods was more sensitive, could it be more sensitive than the sword in his hand!

As for the glory of laoshiziwu and the so-called fair duel that some people pursue, ye Lingfeng didn't even think about it. He didn't have such noble consciousness. For killing gods, killing opponents is the most noble goal!

"Crystal sand gold sword, uncle Su's sword is in your hands!" With a slight movement of his nose, Yi Hong dodged the sword from ye Lingfeng just like he had eyes. Then he frowned and said in amazement: "this sword is not right! Does it recognize the Lord

How can this guy's nose be better than a dog's? Just by smelling the smell, you can judge so much information! Ye Lingfeng rubs Yi Hong's voice, which makes his ears buzzing, and his face shows the color of consternation.

"Good! Good! That's great! I didn't expect that I was lucky enough to meet the weapon of recognizing the Lord. When I kill you, I will use my internal power and mental power to erase the breath you left in this sword and plant my mark. Even if these eyes can't see anything in the future, it's a worthwhile trip! "

Just when ye Lingfeng was surprised, Yi Hong's face was full of excitement. As soon as he raised his hands, he wanted to take ye Lingfeng's sword away.

It's true that you can only recognize the Lord once in your life. But it is not without exception. For example, if the weapon falls into the hands of a person with higher cultivation than the owner, it can be wiped out by the powerful power and become a ownerless thing again. As long as some posterity infuses the breath into it, the weapon will be able to recognize its master again.

It's the dream of every ancient martial arts practitioner to have a magic weapon to recognize the Lord. Even the value of such a magic weapon lies in the vitality of the blue eyed cold Cobra. It's hard for the master to pick up the weapon from heaven, even if it's from heaven.

But ye Lingfeng in front of him is just Huang Ji. This kind of situation is just like a suckling baby, carrying a luggage bag full of money, wandering in front of adults. Yi Hong can't resist the temptation.

"Take my sword, let me kill you first!" With a sneer, ye Lingfeng shakes a sword flower. The blade of the sword cuts off Yi Hongchao's hands. He wants to cut off his hands with the edge of the sword.

Keng! But to Ye Lingfeng's surprise, when the sword touched Yi Hong's hands, it not only made a sound like the sound of gold and iron, but also splashed a string of brilliant sparks. It looked like two swords bumped into one piece, which seemed to touch the palm of the flesh.

This guy's hands are weird! Fix one eye to look, the eye of leaf Ling breeze suddenly blazing a few minutes. Yi Hong's hands, actually with a pair of flashing light fluorescent gloves, but the gloves are very close to the meat, so before he did not notice.

Cold silk! Just for a moment, ye Lingfeng thought of the description of a thing in Wan FA Tong. That thing is cold silk. It is made of snow silkworm. Although it is not metal, it has a strange flexibility. Even weapons made of cold iron can't be damaged at all. Weaving some personal armor can make it invulnerable.

Yi Hong's position in Sanyang sect is really unusual. He can even get such things! But this thing will be my own later! It was determined that the material of Yihong gloves was thick, ye Lingfeng's eyes were blazing, and his breathing became a little short. Cold silk is extremely hard to find. Since Yi Hong sent it to the door, is it not God's fault that he didn't take it.

As soon as the sword is swung, ye Lingfeng comes close to Yi Hong. However, when the sword is swung, his toes are slightly on the ground, and his feet are like lightning, kicking towards Yi Hong's open chest.