Fantasy I am the enemy of the world

The black liquid continued to expand, and the purple cage net was instantly opened. Groups of black liquid were split and splashed around. Everything attached to the black liquid was assimilated into the black liquid at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, the entire street was covered with buildings.

They all disappeared, leaving only a huge black shadow on the ground.

When he saw the black shadow turning into liquid, the mysterious man had already hid in mid-air. The black fire around him was burning, and the splashing black liquid would be melted if he got closer.

The surge of air around Mr. Third formed an invisible wall of wind. The black liquid was blocked by the wall more than ten meters away from him. The only thing that worried him was the safety of Yang Feng and Murong Fu.

The giant cocoon that Yang Feng was hiding in was now wrapped in black liquid. From Mr. San's perspective, there was a danger of being assimilated at any time. Murong Fu's figure on the other side looked a little weird. Although his body was solid, he was still in the shadow of the ancient bell.

Under the protection, he seemed to be in another space, and the splashing black liquid passed directly through his body.

"Mr. Three, there is no need to worry about us. Let's deal with the rats from the Soul Worship Cult first. Yang Feng and I can deal with this black shadow."

Although Murong Fu didn't know how the giant cocoon Yang Feng was hiding in could resist the assimilation of the black liquid, his intuition told him that Yang Feng would be fine with this method.

"Disperse!"

Yang Feng's angry roar suddenly came from the giant cocoon wrapped in black liquid, and wisps of gray air flowed out of the black liquid and began to erode the black liquid in reverse.

Within a few breaths, the giant cocoon turned gray, and as a sword light passed by, the giant cocoon split open, and wisps of gray air reattached to the broken sword.

Yang Feng just glanced at Murong Fu, then looked at the black shadow covering the ground in front of him and frowned.

The black shadow actually overused his true meaning in order to pull himself and Murong Fu to die together, causing the true meaning to backfire. The area on the ground is still spreading, and the shadow that swallows up everything and strengthens itself is the true meaning after losing control.

Although the true meaning can strengthen itself, there is also the risk of backlash. However, people who understand the true meaning normally know where the limit of loss of control is, and their grasp of the true meaning is relatively stable. People who worship the soul rely on depriving others of the true meaning and forcibly implanting the true meaning.

This evil method cannot be regarded as truly understanding the true meaning. Although it can also borrow the power of the true meaning, the risk of losing control increases several times out of thin air.

In other words, what Yang Feng and Murong Fu are facing now is not a black shadow, but an out-of-control true meaning. What follows is a pure battle of true meaning.

"Big shopkeeper, I'd better trouble you to go to the city gate to help. There's no point in staying if you don't understand the true meaning. The city gate needs your strength more to resist the beast tide."

Murong Fu, who has not understood the true meaning, will not be able to influence the situation of the war if he stays. Relying on his wealth and wealth to fight against the dense beast tide may have a miraculous effect.

Murong Fu glanced at the third gentleman who was confronting the mysterious man in mid-air, and then said in a deep voice: "Yang Feng, you'd better not die. When the beast tide is over, I will absorb you into the treasure gathering house no matter what."

After saying that, Murong Fu turned around and rushed towards the four-sided city wall. The shadow realized that his prey was about to escape, and the black shadow immediately condensed into a big hand and grabbed Murong Fu.

"Do you think I don't exist?"

Yang Feng sneered, his body rose up, and the broken sword attached with the sword of destruction struck straight down. The gray air flow surged from the sword body, and in conjunction with the broken sword, it cut off the big hand of the black shadow, allowing Murong Fu to go smoothly.

Withdrew from the battle.

When Mr. Third looked at Yang Feng, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he showed a satisfied smile. It seemed that his junior sister had not seen the wrong person.

"Okay, the next step is our battle. After you are done, I will seal the true meaning of the riot below."

Mr. Third withdrew his eyes and looked at the mysterious man indifferently.

"I heard that the Third Master of Cangsheng College once single-handedly wiped out an evil sect with two Heavenly Transformers in charge. I also want to see what the Third Master can do today!"

The black fire around the mysterious man gathered at a point and shot out. Under the terrifying high temperature, the space was instantly penetrated like paper, and the scorching high temperature came in an instant.

Mr. Third's pupils shrank, and he took a step back. The soft sword in his hand turned into a snake, and the green air flow gathered into wind and enveloped the sword snake.

"Hang!"

With a buzzing sound, the sword snake collapsed, and the black fire that shot out was also dispersed.

"Yuanju Aurora!"

Mr. Three vomited softly, and his figure actually disappeared. A dazzling light flashed by. The mysterious man only had time to use black fire to cover his body, but the next moment, Mr. Three's soft sword had penetrated his shoulder, and he was not affected at all.

The chance for the mysterious man to react to Mr. Three disappeared again.

Only dazzling rays of light flickered and intertwined, blocking the mysterious man's sight.

Yang Feng on the ground noticed the fluctuation of vitality, glanced at it with his peripheral vision, and then showed a smile.

Yuan Shu Aurora, Master's self-created earth-level Yuan Shu, uses light refraction to create blind spots on the opponent to achieve the effect of assassination. This Yuan Shu can be said to complement each other well with Mr. San, who has understood the true meaning of the wind.

"I have to deal with you as soon as possible."

Yang Feng looked solemnly at the expanding shadow, the tip of his sword touched the ground, and the gray air flow continuously penetrated into the ground, and continued to spread towards the surroundings under Yang Feng's control.

At the same time, the Xuanjie long sword was waved in the left hand, and sword aura containing the sword intention of time dispersed out. In the blink of an eye, the air was filled with dense sword aura.

"fall!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sword energy turned into rain and fell suddenly. Every time the sword energy penetrated the black shadow's earth-yellow true meaning of time, a small time still space opened up. Within a few breaths, the shadow was nailed to the spot and expanded.

The potential was completely suppressed.

Although the true meaning of the backlash is terrifying, no one can control it. The true meaning that only relies on instinct can't compare with human calculations. The time sword intention limits the expansion of the shadow, which gives Yang Feng enough time to use the destructive sword intention to devour

shadow.

While the sword energy nailed the shadow, wisps of gray air flowed from the cracks in the ground. Thousands of gray air currents wrapped around the black shadow like tentacles and began to destroy the black shadow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Whether it is time or destruction, they are complete true meanings, and the power they truly display far exceeds the illusory true meaning that is just a branch of the nihilistic true meaning.

In the blink of an eye, most of the kung fu shadow was destroyed, but Yang Feng's condition is not very good at the moment. He has not fully understood the domain. Relying on his own foundation to support the operation of two complete swordsmanship is beyond his limit. This kind of consumption is beyond his limit.

Even if you are in the transformation state, you will find it difficult.

"I really should have asked Murong Fu to leave some rejuvenating elixir for me."

Yang Feng sighed helplessly, but he was still squeezing the growth of vitality in his dantian. If these black shadows could not completely destroy it, he would be able to return to his previous state in just a moment, even if his vitality was exhausted.

It will become its "ration". When the situation is reversed, as long as the mysterious man holds Mr. San down, Qingtie Mansion will never be able to recover. There are ferocious beasts outside and counterattack true intentions inside. Except for Murong Fu, who can escape

I'm afraid everyone will die here.

Mr. Three also noticed that Yang Feng's vitality was severely depleted, and his men's speed was a bit faster. However, the mysterious man in front of him kept covering himself with the devil fire of hell. He was fighting him in a turtle shell and wanted to solve the fundamentals of the battle as soon as possible.

impossible.

"You're anxious!"

The mysterious man chuckled, grabbed a flaw in Mr. Three's body, and punched out with his backhand. The demonic fire of hell spurted out, and then dispersed into sharp rockets and stabbed Mr. Three.

"Let's see how long you can hide in a turtle shell!"

The third gentleman's face was gloomy, and he turned around to avoid the dense rockets. The airflow under his feet reversed, leaving spatial ripples in mid-air that would only be caused by a sonic boom, and he suddenly rushed towards the black shadow, which was only half of the remaining figure.

He sold a flaw just to create this opportunity. Yang Feng couldn't hold on much longer. Instead of waiting until Yang Feng couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed, the shadow expanded, and he faced the shadow and the mysterious man at the same time, it was better to take the risk and kill the shadow first.

The mysterious man laughed and shouted: "Mr. 3, you have been fooled!"

The moment the voice fell, a black fire lotus suddenly gathered behind Mr. Three. Dozens of lotus seeds shot out towards Mr. Three's back. The rosette instantly decomposed into balls of black fire and headed towards Mr. Three.

Gathering under the body.

"Get away!"

Yang Feng's violent shout suddenly came to mind, and the mysterious man laughed disdainfully: "The Black Fire Lotus Seed has already cut off Mr. Three's escape route. He can only choose to be burned to ashes by the Black Fire Rosette, or exploded by the Black Fire Lotus Seed.

Meat!"

However, at the next moment, a gray sword light appeared out of thin air. The mysterious man had no time to panic and struggled to stagger to the side. The sword light just passed through his right shoulder.

Under the sharp edge, blood flowed out, and the right half of the mysterious man's arm was directly torn and severed by the sword light, and the black fire rosette that had lost his control also dissipated instantly.

"clang!"

The soft sword pierced the ground, creating a storm on the ground, and a cyan hurricane directly peeled off the remaining black shadow from the ground and rolled it into the eye of the wind, sealing it firmly.

Although Yang Feng and Mr. San did not communicate, they understood each other's thoughts the moment the other took action, and their tacit understanding of cooperation was staggering.

Just a round of misalignment, the black shadow was sealed, the mysterious man had his right arm cut off, and the Soul Worship Cult's plan was completely ruined at this moment.

The mysterious man roared angrily, raised his left hand, and a huge fireball fell from the sky and hit Yang Feng.

"Elemental Technique Wind Split!"

Mr. Third's voice sounded, and Yang Feng felt that his face was being scratched by the air current. Under the reflection of the black fireball in mid-air, he could vaguely see the dense green wind knives that were constantly splitting the fireball's body.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, the fireball dispersed, and the figure of the mysterious man in mid-air also disappeared.

"It's better to let him run away. The Soul Worship Cult is really getting more and more troublesome. I don't know what the teacher is thinking. Can't he personally destroy this cult?"

Mr. Third muttered and complained.

Before Yang Feng could speak, he felt dizzy and fell straight down.