Chapter 1255

carry the world before one! Just a blow, Fang Yun's five fingers released those internal forces and energy, which suddenly disappeared. And his whole body's skeleton, also under this violent prestige, sends out the crisp sound of cackle, in the mouth has the blood spray.

At the same time, the reincarnation sword passed at high speed, and the sharp blade left a long wound on Fang Yun's chest. The blood gushed out like a spring, making Fang Yun's red shirt more colorful in an instant.

Without any hesitation, Fang Yun retreated quickly, avoided reincarnation sword and stopped his chest injury. His eyes almost looked at Ye Lingfeng like fire. He said harshly, "today, I will kill you!"

Fang Yun's eyes were cold, and he danced in a red shirt without wind. His eyes were red and his expression was ferocious to the extreme.

As a disciple of xuandu mansion, although he had the same accomplishments as di fan and Qin Xuan, he was always able to surpass them in momentum. Before entering the eternal world, he didn't take these common people seriously.

But now there is an untouchable man in the lower world, who not only seriously injured his precious firecrow, but also made him suffer two losses in succession, and even left a long blood mark of shame on his chest, which made him angry.

"I want to let you know that the biggest difference between us friars and you pariahs in the lower world is that we can use magic." Staring at Ye Lingfeng with a slight disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth, Fang Yun's eyes were full of murders, and then his face sank and his hands slowly swung.

At the moment when the words fell, ye Lingfeng suddenly felt a sudden chill around his body. An indescribable breath suddenly diffused along Fang Yun's fingers, and then a breeze suddenly spread between heaven and earth.

At the beginning of the wind, it was just like a light spring breeze, but soon it was as violent as a hurricane. It filled the sky and the earth, rolled the ground, and countless pieces of gravel were rolled up by the wind. They were beating wildly around, making bursts of banging sound.

What is the means? How can this man control the wind? That's what he called magic? Feeling the strange wind around his body, ye Lingfeng's heart is full of shock, which he has never seen before.

"The pariah in the lower world is the pariah in the lower world. It's just like a summer insect. How can you know the immortal skills of us monks?" The grimace on Fang Yun's face became more and more serious, and the wind became stronger and stronger. Moreover, the hurricane had turned into light blue and filled the whole world. The rolling things were restless and sent out a chill, as if it could blow away all the fire of life.

The new wind roars, and the wind blade is like a knife. Just for a moment, ye Lingfeng feels that his body is on the verge of collapse. Even his bones seem to have been blown away by the strong wind.

Not only he, Qin Ming, Angelica dahurica and Honglian, though they were only swept by the afterwind aroused by this fairy art, but they also felt as if they had been slaughtered by ten thousand sharp blades. Their faces were blue and white, and they were extremely ugly.

"Lower pariah, take your life!" With a sneer, Fang Yun suddenly pinched his fingers. The roaring wind suddenly condensed and turned into a black dragon. However, the black dragon's appearance was vague and just a shadow.

But even so, along the black dragon's body, it still exudes a sense of fierce wind killing. With a roar, it rushes towards Ye Lingfeng, just like a high-speed drill, trying to pierce Ye Lingfeng's body.

"Damn it At present, the pupil of Ye Lingfeng has shrunk into a line. An unprecedented sense of life and death permeates his mind. Without any hesitation, he takes out the two magic weapons won by Gu wudabi and puts them in front of him.

Click! Click! The shadow of the black dragon came in an instant. The moment it touched Ye Lingfeng's body, the surface of the first magic weapon burst into pieces. Just in the blink of an eye, the first magic weapon burst into pieces. Then, the second magic weapon began to crack. Fortunately, just when the second magic weapon turned into powder, the attack of the black dragon was finally stopped.

What kind of means is this? The power of one stroke is equal to the ten strokes of the top of heaven level? Looking at the broken magic weapon, ye Lingfeng looks unbelievable. At this moment, he finally understood that he really knew little about the heaven, and underestimated the strength and means of these people.

"It's a pity that it's just a second-class magic weapon. Can it block you once or twice?" At the same time, seeing that the attack of the black dragon was defused by Ye Lingfeng's magic weapon, Fang Yun gave a cold hum and raised his hand again.

This man's magic is too incredible to give him time to use. Only by fighting with him can we have a chance to win! Seeing that Fang Yun is ready to perform his magic skill again, ye Lingfeng's eyes are cold. He steps through the clouds under his feet, and his speed is very fast. He snatches out several remnant statues and wants to get close to Fang Yun.

"Close combat, do you think I will let you succeed?" Seeing ye Lingfeng's action, Fang Yun showed a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth. His five fingers bent slightly and said faintly: "bury your life in the wind!"

As soon as the words came out, the green wind rolled out again, and the strong wind was whispering. In an instant, it submerged Ye Lingfeng. The wind blade was like a knife, blowing over the rocks, leaving deep marks. It was like dismembering Ye Lingfeng in the wind.Not only Ye Lingfeng, Qin Ming, Angelica dahurica and Honglian are also suffering from the disaster. The strong wind sweeps them, leaving several deep bloodstains on them. As soon as the blood bead appears, it is swept away by the strong wind. The picture is extremely cruel.

Fang Yun's mouth is full of cold and proud smile. This fairy art is one of the unique skills of xuandu mansion. Although he has only learned a little now, it is no different from the real fairy art for these lower pariah.

Never let this man succeed! The wind blade is like a knife. When it blows through his body, it makes Ye Lingfeng feel like a knife. Moreover, the wind is so violent that he can't make any progress at all. It seems that he can only be blown to death by the wind.

Although he is in agony, ye Lingfeng is still struggling with the pain, constantly thinking about the method of solving this technique. But after thinking, he had an unprecedented sense of despair. Under this skill, he had no power to fight, so he could only escape with his sword.

But now the situation is that if he escapes, then Qin Ming, Angelica dahurica and Honglian are bound to die.

Royal sword? But in the moment of thinking about it, the remaining light of Ye Lingfeng's eye suddenly glanced at the grass on one side.