Chapter 400

His black hair dances wildly and his red blood overflows from his five senses. Yi Hong is like a demon. Not only that, with the operation of his internal power, his body exuded a kind of fiery terror, and even his palms turned red.

This is the Sanyang body refining secret method that Sanyang sect can only practice with the seeds of martial arts. It impacts the hand Yangming large intestine meridians, hand Taiyang small intestine meridians and hand Shaoyang Sanjiao meridians with the internal force of finishing the body, and stimulates all the heat of the body's blood gas bred here, which makes the internal force mixed with a trace of no fire. In this way, as long as the opponent gets a little breath, he will feel like he is burning with fire.

Sword light whistling, suddenly, ye Lingfeng and Yi Hong's figure crossed together, a contact, two people will fly upside down.

The blood splashed, and the sword flew out directly. It was refined with crystal sand gold, ten thousand year old cold iron, and cold Cobra scales. After drawing a beautiful arc, it was like a knife cutting tofu. The long body of the sword directly sank into a huge stone beside the cold pool.

With the heat boiling all over his body, he felt as if he had become a piece of dry wood. Ye Lingfeng, who could burn at any time, flew back to the side of the big stone. Although he stretched his hand back, his body was not so embarrassed, but his expression was a little ferocious.

Although there is a burning pain in the meridians, ye Lingfeng still draws out his sword with his backhand and rushes towards Yi Hong again.

As ye Lingfeng said, there is never the word "defeat" in his dictionary! For him, there are only two results on the battlefield, either live or die. What kind of bullshit is failure?

Even Su Changyun at the prefecture level didn't let Ye Lingfeng give up his intention to kill him at the beginning, let alone Yi Hong at the middle stage of Xuan level. If this guy let him spit out a mouthful of blood, he would have to give it back a hundred times.

Although a strike, the success of the sword in the hands of Ye Lingfeng hit fly, even let him spit out a mouthful of blood. But Yi Hong felt that his hands were trembling more and more. Although he tried his best to control in his heart, his hands finally recovered calm. But he knew that he was still badly injured by a yellow class glove with cold silk. This is a failure!

And through the nose to judge the taste around, he found that the speed of Ye Lingfeng, not only did not gradually slow down with the passage of time, but became faster and faster. He didn't know if he could catch Ye Lingfeng's action even if his sense of smell was so keen that ordinary people couldn't reach him with the help of the prisoners.

More importantly, as a martial arts seed, he never thought that one day he would be forced to such a level by a yellow top!

It was Yi Hong's momentary absence that made Ye Lingfeng approach Yi Hong's body with a sharp eye. He wiped a long sword in his hand. Although he was blocked by Yi Hong's gloved hands, he then shook his right shoulder and hit Yi Hong with an elbow.

Rao Shi Yi Hong was in the middle of the Xuanji stage, and he was strong. However, when he was hit by Ye Lingfeng, he was also staggering and backward.

This guy is hard to deal with! Although he finally took advantage of it, ye Lingfeng's eyebrows were getting deeper and deeper. Every time he touched Yi Hong's hands, there was an indescribable sense of fire, which spread to his body along the long sword. That kind of hot feeling made him feel that his body and mood were burning and on the verge of bursting.

"I have said that you will lose and die in this war!" After a few steps back, Yi Hong's internal power is running faster and faster. His hands are almost red and dripping blood. Even from the corner of his closed eyes, there is a strange red awn released.

Damn, this guy's dog nose is so annoying! Ye Lingfeng frowned tightly and thought about the Countermeasures in his heart. He originally intended to use the speed of walking through the clouds to crack Yi Hong's amazing sense of smell, and then fight with his close quarters. Because if you only talk about melee, unless you meet Master Yu, he has the confidence to defeat anyone.

Because the ability of close combat is the precious wealth that he exchanged for after hundreds of bloody battles with his own scales, bones and blood of the enemy! He is confident that as long as he approaches Yi Hong, he can become a member of the growth ladder piled up by the bodies of mercenaries, special elites and underworld heroes!

But unfortunately, because of Yi Hong's strange sense of smell, his every move is greatly limited, and he can't fight with this guy for a long time.

Even at this time, ye Lingfeng regretted that he used detonators to blow up Yihong. If it wasn't for destroying Yi Hong's eyes, he would not focus on judging only by his sense of smell, and in that case, his pressure might be reduced a lot.

If you can have a cigarette, just calm down! The more he thought about it, the more depressed Ye Lingfeng felt. Instinctively, he wanted to smoke a cigarette from his pocket. But now the enemy is at hand, he has no time at all.