Fantasy I am the enemy of the world

"Buzz!"

The moment the broken sword struck, Yang Feng frowned. Although the master did not dodge, the sword did not hit him. The air in front of the master became extremely thick, and it was difficult for the broken sword to fall in mid-air.

Deposited.

With the suppression of the national destiny, the sword energy cannot be released and can only be attached to the broken sword. The sword's power is blocked and Yang Feng can only turn upside down to distance himself. With the blessing of the sword intention, the national destiny has already suppressed him.

It has been cut down by half, and although it is still unable to absorb spiritual energy, its movement is no longer affected.

In the Taichu Palace, Qin Chuan watched Murong Fu being swallowed by the Golden Dragon of National Fortune, and his attention shifted to Yang Feng and the Master. He had done everything he could, and it was up to him to see if Yang Feng could buy time for Murong Fu.

"Master, even if you use the national destiny, you can't suppress him? Yang Feng, where are you from?"

Although Qin Chuan has never seen the Confucius take action, according to the royal family's records, the Dongming Realm can only be suppressed instantly when facing the Confucius who uses the National Destiny. Yang Feng can launch an attack on the Confucius under the suppression of the National Destiny. This is beyond the limit.

his cognition.

"Suppression!"

The master originally planned to use gentle means to restrain Yang Feng, but the next moment he noticed the changes in the national destiny. Murong Fu, who had integrated into the golden dragon of the national destiny, was actually extracting the national destiny of the Daxu Dynasty. This made the master unable to calm down.

, Cangsheng Brush floated beside him, and the Master directly pressed down on Yang Feng with a palm.

Wisps of national destiny gathered in the palm of the master's hand, invisible air waves were set off, and a giant palm that covered the sky and sun appeared out of thin air and pressed directly towards Yang Feng.

Yang Feng, who wanted to dodge, found that the space around him had been blocked by the national destiny, and he could only choose to resist the palm.

"Master is stronger than I remember, but it's almost impossible to suppress me so easily."

The three major sword tires buzzed at the same time, and the air around Yang Feng appeared in circles of oscillating ripples. The national destiny that suppressed him was dispersed by these ripples. At this moment, Yang Feng actually broke through the suppression of Daxu's national destiny.

The three-color sword light intertwined on the broken sword, completing the broken part. The terrifying coercion belonging to the true intention and the suppression of the national destiny collided together. Facing the giant palm pressing down, Yang Feng raised the broken sword with both hands, his face as cold as cold.

Bing, said to himself: "Swordsmanship - Breaking the Boundary!"

"Hang!"

The sword light slashed diagonally, and the three-color sword energy extended for thousands of miles. The unrivaled sharp sword tore a hole in the bright sky. Time within the imperial capital stopped instantly, and the flying giant palm was hit by the three-color sword light.

Split it open, and the gray sword energy containing the aura of great destruction spread out and completely annihilated the split giant palm.

The sword energy was unabated and he rushed towards the master. This sword combined the full strength of the three sword intentions without any fancy changes. It was purely driven by the sword intention. Yang Feng named him Duan Jie

, it can be seen how terrifying its power is. If measured by the level of Yuan Shu, the broken world has exceeded the heaven level.

The time stasis targets everything within the imperial capital, and the Master is no exception. The three-color sword energy instantly penetrated the Master's body, and the khaki sword energy disappeared without a trace. The static time also resumed its flow at this moment, and the Master's

The body also exploded in an instant, and countless flesh and blood fell from mid-air.

Qin Chuan was stunned in front of Taichu Palace, and everyone in the imperial capital was also stunned. Master is dead!?

No one could have thought that the master, who was invincible in the world, would be killed, and he was still in the imperial capital of the Daxu Dynasty!

"teacher!"

An explosion broke out in Cangsheng College. A group of people rushed towards the imperial city. The Imperial Guards had long received an oral order prohibiting anyone from breaking into the Imperial City. Considering the current situation, the leader of the Imperial Guards immediately knew what Qin Chuan meant.

Your Majesty actually plotted against your wife?

The leader of the imperial guards felt that his brain was a bit insufficient. Although the master was above the imperial power, with the master's talent he could protect the destiny of Daxu's country and suppress the forces from all directions. The Daxu dynasty had no wars and military disasters. On the one hand, the dynasty's strength was tyrannical.

, on the other hand, there is the mundane ceiling of Youfuzi.

Qin Chuan was able to successfully sit on the throne of emperor because Cangsheng College was behind it and planned all kinds of harm to his master to no avail.

Not only the commander of the imperial guard was confused, but the ministers in the court were also frowning, trying to figure out the emperor's thoughts. When the ancient holy soul saw that the master was beheaded, he just raised his eyebrows and then continued to do his own thing.

He didn't care about his master's life or death at all.

In Taichu Palace, Qin Chuan, who was the source of suspicion, was looking at Yang Feng in stunned silence.

It was obviously just a matter of delaying time, but why did Master still fall in the end? Is it really worth exchanging Master and the world for Murong Fu?

After one strike, the sword domain under Yang Feng's feet also began to fade away. This strike almost emptied out 70% of the three major sword bodies, and the majestic sea of ​​qi has now turned into a trickling stream.

"That should be enough time."

Yang Feng glanced at the National Fortune Golden Dragon hovering in mid-air behind him and then walked straight to Taichu Hall.

"Master, he..."

Qin Chuan watched Yang Feng approaching, and fear made him subconsciously take a step back. A person who could kill the master was enough to make people fear him.

"Master is not dead. Master will not fall as long as the national destiny of the Daxu Dynasty is over. I just made it impossible for Master to intervene in Murong Fu's transformation of the dragon for the time being."

Hearing that the Master was okay, Qin Chuan was relieved, but his eyes when looking at Yang Feng became timid. With Yang Feng's understanding of the fate of the country, the evildoer's cultivation, and Thunder's methods, if he and the Master appeared in

In the same era, I'm afraid there's nothing wrong with ordinary ceilings.

"Your Majesty, the three ministers will take all the gentlemen to ask for an interview."

Yang Feng went back to the Taichu Hall to rest, and Qinchuan's troubles came. The fate of the country is not lost, but the master is immortal. If Yang Feng hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known about it, and other people in the court would certainly not have known either. Explain this to the court officials.

It is also a hard job to appease people's hearts.

In the silent Tianji Tower, the Master's figure loomed in front of the Tianji Disk, and a sigh could be heard vaguely.

"Yang Feng's potential is indeed outstanding. It is really difficult to choose between the national destiny and Yang Feng."

…

As the sun set in the west, the Golden Dragon of National Fortune floated above the Taichu Palace and fell into a deep sleep. Despite Qin Chuan's explanation, the princes in the court were still worried about the master's condition, so they simply stayed in the imperial city one by one.

If it had been any other time, Qin Chuan would have ordered the people to be driven out of the imperial city, but the master's life and death concerned people's hearts, so he could only let the officials wait in the imperial city.

When I returned to Taichu Hall, I saw Yang Feng sitting on the glazed tile roof looking at the Golden Dragon of National Fortune in the sky.

"Fat man, you better hurry up."

Yang Feng murmured to himself, and then his eyes fell on the outside of the imperial city. Under the moonlight, an old figure was floating towards the imperial city.

Master!

When Qin Chuan saw the Master, the expression on his face became complicated instantly. It was a blessing for the Daxu Dynasty that the Master was fine, but if Yang Feng could stop the Master once, could he stop him a second time?

"It's Master!"

Seeing the master floating in the air, the frowns of all the princes in the court finally relaxed, and there was a bit of joy on their faces. It's just fine that the master is fine.

"Do you still want to stop Murong Fu from transforming into a dragon?"

When Yang Feng saw the Master appearing, he did not choose to draw his sword. However, the three major sword fetuses had not recovered in a day, and the Qihai had only recovered more than half. If he really wanted to take action, his chances of winning would be very low.

The speed of Master's rebirth was beyond his imagination. He thought it would be delayed for at least two days, but it turned out that Master returned safe and sound in just one day.

"Do you know what it means when the national destiny is damaged when you go through three tribulations?"

The master did not answer Yang Feng and asked instead.

"The Great Xu Dynasty may become part of history."

"Then you still insist on stopping me?"

The master's expression did not change and he continued to ask.

"Murong Fu's transformation into a dragon may not be without benefit to the Daxu Dynasty. It is already the final stage of dragon transformation. If you want to interrupt him, I will still draw my sword."

The Master thought for a moment and then turned and left.

"You are the only hope of the Great Xu Dynasty, and I believe in your choice."

Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yang Feng persuade the master to retreat with a few words. The master gave up preventing Murong Fu from refining the True Dragon Pearl and there was no interference from the outside world. The rest depends on whether he can persevere.

The body of the golden dragon that stretches for thousands of miles shines with a faint green light. When he prevented the earth tribulation, Murong Fu borrowed the power of the real dragon to form such an exaggerated dragon body. Now he can only use the golden dragon of national luck to stimulate his blood to strengthen it.

The difference between dragons, hybrids and pure bloods is so big.

In Murong Fu's dragon body, the originally dim True Dragon Dragon Ball was wrapped by Murong Fu's own Dragon Qi. He continuously extracted the True Dragon Dragon Qi from the Dragon Ball, tempered his own blood, and at the same time condensed his own Dragon Ball. These were extracted

Only one-tenth of the true dragon energy that came out was actually digested by Murong Fu, while the rest overflowed from the dragon body and was absorbed by the National Fortune Golden Dragon.

The National Fortune Golden Dragon helped Murong Fu refine the dragon beads and at the same time receive the baptism of the real dragon's energy. This was a mutually beneficial transaction.

"It's really too slow to continue like this."

In one day, the purity of his bloodline increased by less than 1%, and the dragon ball was not even a prototype. If this continued, he would not be able to transform himself into a real dragon within a hundred years.

Putting aside whether Yang Feng could hold off Master for that long, True Dragon Dragon Ball couldn't hold on for that long.

"Give it a try!"

As soon as Murong Fu gritted his teeth, the dragon energy surrounding the dragon ball began to shrink. Murong Fu gathered all the dragon energy in his body at one point and slammed into the real dragon ball.

The already fragile True Dragon Ball shattered into pieces with a click. In an instant, a large amount of True Dragon Qi spurted out, and the violent Dragon Qi directly penetrated Murong Fu's abdomen.

The Golden Dragon of National Fortune sleeping above the Taichu Hall suddenly opened its eyes, and the violent True Dragon's Dragon Qi began to thicken in the air. The Golden Dragon of National Fortune roared and relied on its instinct to crazily suck in the True Dragon's Dragon Qi.

Qin Chuan's heart skipped a beat when he saw the violent True Dragon Qi. Something happened to Murong Fu?

Yang Feng just glanced at it and closed his eyes to restore the sword embryo and the sea of ​​qi. The method Murong Fu chose to use to refine the dragon ball was his business. Whether it was a blessing or a curse will be known after the end.

The violent real dragon energy quickly dissipated as the National Luck Golden Dragon absorbed it. No one saw the scales of the National Luck Golden Dragon dyed with a faint green light in the night.