Fantasy I am the enemy of the world

"Your Highness, get out of the way!"

Tuo Mi, who was about to catch Murong Fu, heard the old man's voice in his ears. He turned around with excitement, and two jets of hell fire flew out, spreading out and covering an area of ​​several meters in an instant.

However, his reaction was still a step slow. Yang Feng passed by like thunder, and the sword light flew past Tuo Mi's face. Yang Feng's body suddenly stopped, and his cold face was stinging like steel needles.

Taomi's skin.

"you!"

Before he finished speaking, the broken sword rolled up a layer of gray waves and slashed down sideways.

"Your Highness!"

The old man's eyes were cracked, and his eyes were full of panic. Even if Tuomi escaped by chance without protecting him, the emperor would not let him go.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly a huge aura burst out from the gray waves, and a golden halo blocked the gray waves. A huge middle-aged man wearing an emperor's robe appeared behind Tuomi.

"The guilty minister pays homage to Your Majesty!"

The old man and the guards who were wary of the sword slaves knelt down on one knee, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Unexpectedly, Emperor Shan Tuo actually left a backup plan on Tuo Mi's body to save his life.

When Yang Feng noticed the aura emanating from the Shantuo Emperor, he grabbed Murong Fu and quickly retreated. This majestic momentum was in the early stage of the cave!

"Sword slave, don't be obsessed with fighting, let's go!"

Yang Feng shouted loudly. Although Murong Fu was fat, it did not affect the speed of jealousy at all. In the blink of an eye, Yang Feng had escaped a hundred miles away. It was almost impossible to find Yang Feng in this dense forest.

It's possible.

"Father, why don't you keep him?"

Tuomi came back to his senses from the moment of life and death, and looked at the clone of Emperor Shantuo with some incomprehensibility and asked.

"This vitality clone only has the power of one blow, so it cannot be wasted on idlers."

Emperor Shantuo replied with a cold voice, and then his eyes swept over the five guards and the last old man.

"Tuomi is the future king of the Shantuo Dynasty. If he dies, you don't have to come back."

After saying that, Emperor Shantuo's golden body began to disintegrate rapidly, and finally turned into a dragon-patterned jade pendant and tied it around Tuomi's waist again. The transparent sapphire now had a crack.

Looking at the direction in which Yang Feng was escaping, Tuo Mi gritted his teeth. Yang Feng beheaded his teacher and killed two Transformation Realm guards. It was an irreparable loss for him, even if he was killed.

Right now, the two gangs are losing money when they get their Qinglong Qi.

"Your Highness, don't think too much, kill them two quickly and take away the Qinglong Qi and leave. As long as you can get the true dragon inheritance, that person just now is no match for you."

The old man walked tremblingly to Tuo Mi. After being frightened by Yang Feng, the old man did not dare to stay away from Tuo Mi. He was afraid that a monster like Yang Feng would appear again, and if Tuo Mi died, they would also be buried with him.

Tao Mi's cold eyes glanced at the two half-dead people, and he shot out a ball of black hell demon fire and burned the two into ashes. Two fist-sized balls of blue dragon energy floated out from the ashes and merged into Tao Mi's body.

Taomi, who was originally looking gloomy, was stunned for a moment, and then uncontrollable anger burst out around his body.

"These three damn bitches are delaying my big event!"

"Let's go!"

Although the old man and the others didn't understand why Tuomi was so angry, they knew something big must have happened by looking at Tuomi's anxious look.

The seven people hurriedly left in the opposite direction from where Yang Feng and the others fled. On the other side, Yang Feng stood on a treetop and released Murong Fu. After a long time, the sword slave caught up.

"That one just now was the vitality clone of Emperor Shantuo?"

As the young master of Jubaofang, Murong Fu naturally knows about such things as vitality clones. It is difficult to create vitality in the Tongxu realm. The majestic and majestic momentum just now is definitely from the cave.

After being able to escape from the cave, Murong Fu's heartbeat is still beating violently.

"You are also the young master of Jubaofang after all. Don't you have anything on you to protect your life?"

Yang Feng glanced at Murong Fu. Although the wealth of Jubaofang was said to belong to the Daxu Dynasty, it was impossible for his family to have run the Jubaofang for nearly a hundred years without some background.

Murong Fu smiled awkwardly: "You also know the nature of the treasure gathering place. Although there are many magic weapons, there is a lack of peak experts. Many of the magic weapons are not as powerful as they should be, so I really don't have any means to deal with the cave realm.

"

Yang Feng shook his head. The Murong family is richer than most aristocratic families, but Jubaofang is directly under Emperor Daxu. As long as Emperor Daxu has no problem with his mind, he will not let the Murong family grow. Only families within his control can

Only then can you call with confidence.

"I can help you snatch the Qinglong Qi, but the final inheritance depends on you. It's difficult for you to protect yourself even with your current strength."

Now everyone who enters the trial place is frantically concentrating on the Qinglong Qi to collect tickets for inheritance. In the end, only those with enough Qinglong Qi are qualified to accept the final inheritance test. He can now help Murong Fu plunder the Qinglong Qi, but in the end the inheritance

Without his help, Murong Fu would have been nothing more than cannon fodder.

Knowing that Yang Feng was just talking, Murong Fu didn't refute, he just lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"I can help you increase your chances of getting inheritance, do you want to try it?"

After thinking for a moment, Yang Feng suddenly asked.

Murong Fu's face trembled with fat, his eyes flashed, and he nodded without any hesitation: "I'll listen to you!"

"Let's go."

The sword slave followed the two of them obediently. He was very curious about Yang Feng's method to allow Murong Fu to catch up with those evildoers who had understood the meaning of the fist and were protected by clones of the vitality of the cave in the underworld in a short time.

"Ouch!"

Soon the three of them arrived at the edge of the dense forest. Huge blue dragons were flying across the sky, and deafening dragon roars were heard one after another.

"Yang Feng, what do you mean?"

Murong Fu looked at Yang Feng with a pale face, a bad premonition lingering in his heart.

"It takes time to improve your cultivation. Obviously, what we lack most now is time, so the only thing you can do is to strengthen your physical body. As long as you don't die, you will have a chance to gain inheritance."

"What you said makes sense, so what should I do? I don't have that many pills to polish my body."

Murong Fu instantly understood what Yang Feng meant, but this time he came to snatch the inheritance of the true dragon, not to practice. All he brought with him were healing elixirs.

"There is no need for pills. Dragon's blood is more effective in polishing the body."

As he spoke, Yang Feng's body suddenly jumped up, and the two sword lights in the sky intertwined and seemed to tear the space apart. An unlucky green dragon that was targeted by Yang Feng instantly turned into two dragon corpses and fell from the sky.

"Young Master, dragon blood is domineering. If there are no protective measures, it will easily burst the body from the dragon blood."

The sword slave was frightened by the method proposed by Yang Feng and hurriedly reminded him.

Dragon blood is indeed miraculous in polishing the body, but because of its overbearing medicinal effect, ordinary people need to supplement it with various elixirs to neutralize the violent medicinal effect of dragon blood and dilute it a hundred times. Many people want to drink dragon blood directly.

The result was that his body was stretched to pieces.

As he spoke, Yang Feng had returned to Murong Fu and said coldly: "You are now at the transformation level. You can only drink one finger of dragon blood at a time. The process of polishing the dragon blood will be very painful, but you must get through it.

, otherwise you will fall into a coma, and no one will be able to guide the efficacy of the dragon's blood, and the terrifying efficacy will destroy your body instantly."

"Little Lord!"

The sword slave looked at Murong Fu with twinkling eyes. Taking dragon blood like this would basically mean a narrow escape from death. Even if he didn't get the true dragon inheritance, Murong Fu would still be the young master of Jubaofang. As long as the Murong family didn't fall, he, the young master, could still be handsome.

There is no need to be so desperate in life.

"No need to persuade me."

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and walked quickly towards the place where the dragon corpse fell. Just by getting close to the dragon corpse, Murong Fu felt as if his skin was being burned by fire. The blood in his body was like an angry wave surging faster and faster, and the muscles, bones and skin were creaking from the impact of the blood.

Sound.

Seeing the dragon's blood pouring out from the incision, Murong Fu closed his eyes and picked up a drop of dragon's blood and put it into his mouth.

When the dragon's blood entered his belly, a heat wave exploded directly in his Dantian, and the violent effects of the medicine began to impact crazily in his body. Although Murong Fu's body was reinforced with various heavenly materials and earthly treasures when he was in the Tongshitian realm, facing the dragon

The violent blood still seemed a bit fragile. In just a moment, Murong Fu turned into a bloody man. His skin exploded, his flesh and blood turned out, and scorching heat continued to pour out of Murong Fu's body.

The smell of blood attracted other true dragons wandering in the sky, and a green dragon in the transformation realm circled and pounced down.

Fortunately, Yang Feng had quick eyes and quick hands, and grabbed Murong Fu and ran into the dense forest.

Seeing Murong Fu turned into a bloody man, with his body twitching continuously, the sword slave's eyelids jumped wildly. Can Murong Fu really persist in the dragon blood polishing?

"The rest is up to him. If you have time to worry about whether he can absorb dragon blood, why not deal with the ferocious beasts around him first."

The sword slave suddenly woke up. The dragon's blood in Murong Fu's body was a great source of nourishment for the ferocious beasts in the dense forest. When he smelled the dragon's blood, a large number of ferocious beasts came over. It took only a moment for three

Humans have fallen into the center of the beast tide.

"I'll protect Fatty, you go ahead."

Yang Feng had no interest in dealing with these ferocious beasts, and he didn't want his body to be polluted by Qinglong Qi. He already had too much power in his body. The Destruction of Time Sword Intent finally maintained balance with the Sword Intent of the Heart, and then added the power of a dragon clan.

, he will be in more trouble if his balance is broken. With the sword's will constantly purging and tempering, his physical strength will not be inferior to those of the dragon people.

In the eyes of the sword slave, Yang Feng's actions were that Yang Feng was giving him a benefit. In addition to being a ticket to inheritance, the Qinglong Qi contained in it was also of great benefit to ordinary people.

"Thank you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword slave had already rushed into the beast tide with his heavy sword in hand.

Yang Feng opened his sword domain, and the three sword intent auras filled the air. No ferocious beast dared to approach Yang Feng, and they all rushed towards the sword slave.

When Yang Feng closed his eyes to rest, he could faintly hear Murong Fu's murmuring.

"I want to become stronger, I don't want to hide behind others anymore, I don't want to be a slave to the royal family anymore!"

Regarding Murong Fu's rebellious words, Yang Feng just laughed. It seemed that Murong Fu's obsession was quite strong.