Fantasy I am the enemy of the world

"Fifth Elder, in your eyes, dignity or life is more important?"

Yang Feng looked at the fifth elder mockingly. There was no doubt about life, death and dignity. The choice of the fifth elder was unquestionable.

The fifth elder was seen kneeling on the ground, gritting his teeth, and said in a deep voice to Yang Yuling, who was shrinking at the door: "I'm sorry."

"I didn't hear it."

"sorry!"

The fifth elder's teeth were almost broken, but the tip of the sword was pressed against his neck. In order to survive, he had no choice but to abandon his dignity.

"sorry!"

The sound of acknowledgment echoed in the alchemy room, and countless stewards lowered their heads, fearing that looking directly at Yang Feng would cause disaster.

"Do I have the money to place a bet?"

"have!"

"I'll come back in three days to get my bet back. If you don't pay, I'll kill you all!"

Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction, sheathed the iron sword in his hand, turned around and walked to the door, lifted Yang Yuling on his shoulder and walked away.

"Ling'er, do you feel comfortable?"

Yang Yuling nodded, looking at the blood mist exploding on the wall with flinching eyes. After a long time, she bit her teeth lightly and her eyes became firm.

The family has experienced great changes, and facing death will be the norm in the future. If she continues to be a flower in the greenhouse, it will only drag down her parents and brother. She has no cultivation skills and has no way to help. The only thing she can do is not to worry her family.

Back home, Yang Ao was practicing Yuan Shu in the courtyard. Nine green sword rays gathered together. The sword energy gathered at the tip of the sword, and green light roared out. The green iron several meters thick was instantly pierced, and then the nine swords exploded.

The iron hole was blown open, and the green iron half a man's height turned into powder.

Jiu Xuan Sword, a low-level Yuan Shu of the Xuan level, the Yuan Shu of the Yang family. The sword is divided into nine levels. When practiced to the extreme, the power of the nine swords unified can split gold and stone, and penetrate the embryonic form of the Yundan realm.

After the display of the Nine Swords was finished, Yang Ao put away the long sword, with a restrained breath, turned to look at Yang Feng and asked with a smile: "Feng'er, how do you feel about the Nine Xuan Swords?"

Yang Feng pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "Nine-Xuan Sword relies on the superposition of nine swords to exert its strongest power. If it encounters evenly matched opponents, it can still exert its maximum power. If the cultivation level is one level behind, Jiu-Xuan Sword can exert its maximum power."

Fifty percent power."

"That's a good analysis. It seems that your swordsmanship is almost the same as mine."

Yang Ao nodded with satisfaction, and the surprises Yang Feng brought to him were getting bigger and bigger.

"Did you go to the alchemy room this morning?"

"Go get what's mine."

"Through the whole body against Yun Dan, your talent amazes me. I started to regret agreeing to you to participate in the clan war. If you hide and practice, you will one day reach a state above Yun Dan!"

Yang Ao looked a little regretful. Even if Yang Feng's talent was astonishing, it couldn't compare to the inheritance of the gods. Mortals are mortals after all.

"Dad, don't worry. The child has his own sense of propriety. The inheritor is not the Star God himself. The child has the confidence to fight!"

Looking at Yang Feng's firm eyes, Yang Ao smiled bitterly: "Your child's personality really follows mine... Go and have lunch."

After lunch, Yang Feng plunged into the consciousness space again.

On the bamboo raft, a thin figure firmly waved the long sword transformed in his hand, simply drawing the sword and slashing again and again.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Feng's eyes fell on the old man, the tip of his sword was directly placed between the old man's eyebrows and he said coldly: "Come and practice sword practice with me."

"Haha, that's such a big tone. When practicing swordsmanship with me, you have to be prepared to die."

Yang Feng has always been curious about the old man's identity. After discussing with him, he might be able to learn a little bit about the old man's background.

"clang!"

Two cold-light iron swords clashed together, and the sword wind stirred around the bamboo raft, but it spread less than one meter before being swallowed up by the earth-yellow river.

The two of them fought without any use of cultivation or sword intent, but simply with their sword moves. The airtight sword net was like water and fire intertwined, and both of them had long-lost smiles on their faces at the same time.

The swordsmanship has reached the level of Yang Feng, and he has already stood at the pinnacle of the mountain and sea world. Even the great lich who invaded the mountain and sea world cannot withstand his sword. Today, when he meets someone who can fight, his heart falls into death because of his invincibility.

Awakened again.

"Stupid ant, let me tell you what the sword of time is!"

After saying that, the old man swung his sword, and purple light enveloped Yang Feng.

In Yang Feng's eyes, time slowed down, everything around him began to reverse, his strong body continued to shrink, and in the blink of an eye he turned into an immature child.

The purple light flashed again, and the child began to grow up, age, and die at a speed visible to the naked eye.

…

"Is this the way of time?"

Yang Feng smiled, and swept the long sword in his hand. The simple blade tore through the purple light, and the time domain was completely crushed.

The old man curled his lips and smiled contemptuously: "I have only mastered the sword of time initially, and the ant's qualifications are really low!"

In a flash of thought, Yang Feng dispersed his long sword, cupped his hands towards the old man and said, "Thank you for your advice."

"Guide? If I have the chance, I will kill you with my own hands."

Yang Feng looked calm. After two fights, he was sure that the old man was under some kind of restraint and could not kill him here. The old man waved his hand impatiently: "The time is up, you can get out."

After saying that the space was twisted, Yang Feng suddenly woke up. Before he had time to think about the meaning of the old man's words, a soaring sword intent burst out from Yang Feng's body. The time around Yang Feng was distorted and chaotic, the wooden table was rotten, and the stone chair was weathered.

gravel……

"Sword fetus?"

Yang Feng didn't expect that he could condense the sword embryo so quickly, but the location of the embryo was a bit strange...