The Mad Cultivator

"Grass, it seems that you really have no strength. The majestic fifth-level holy warrior actually attacked a fourth-level little shrimp. It's a pity that your battle energy is almost exhausted, and you have no strength at all. You can't hurt me." Yan Shaofeng said. It was easy to say, but he was crying secretly in his heart, not only he was complaining, but also King Ming was crying, he who was originally a phantom was almost scattered by others.

The holy warrior's eyeballs turned red suddenly, and the fighting spirit in his body burst out suddenly, and his whole body flew towards him like fiery red lightning, forming a fighting spirit shield on his body, and quickly slapped Yan Shaofeng's chest with both palms.

"Dang!" A series of purple lightning burst out from the Exploding Heavenly Dragon Sword, and Yan Shaofeng soared up and retreated backwards, wanting to use the rapid retreat to consume the last bit of fighting spirit and sharpness of the Holy Warrior Clean, but the speed of the jihadist was much faster than he thought. He caught up with him after a hundred meters, and slapped his chest with a pair of blood-red palms with flames.

"Boom!" The palm of the hand collided with the dharma sword, and a series of purple lightning rushed into the holy warrior's body. The holy warrior's body was immediately entangled and covered with purple electric current, and his body froze, as if he had been paralyzed for a while, but Immediately, a fiery red grudge rushed out of his body, eliminating the purple electric current invisible. This sword did not cause substantial damage to him at all.

Looking at Yan Shaofeng again, it was miserable, his body fell back more than two hundred meters, rolling on the ground like a rolling gourd, his mouth, ears, nose and nose were full of dust.

Although he blocked the attack of the holy warrior, he was blown away by the huge force.

"Fuck, you can't even display one percent of your fighting spirit, or else this blow will beat you to pieces!" The jihadist looked at his palm angrily, and said ruthlessly with some reluctance. At this moment, Yan Shaofeng is still rolling on the ground. If no one stops him, he can keep rolling back to the Eastern World.

Finally stopped rolling, but Yan Shaofeng found himself falling off the altar again, and hurriedly summoned Feijian to catch him and send him back to the altar, his whole body was so sore!

"Damn it, the holy warrior raised by his mother's ass and bitch who suffered a thousand knives is really strong enough. I estimate that if he hits with all his strength, his explosive power can reach more than one million catties. You can break through it now." The sky is only a few thousand catties, and it is impossible to fight against him, if he is not injured, a sneeze can knock your soul out of your wits." Sooner or later, Ming Wang threw cold water at this time, and Yan Shaofeng rolled his eyes: "Grandma, why didn't you say it earlier!"

Fortunately, due to the influence of the electric shock technique, the jihad warrior did not have time to chase and kill Yan Shaofeng, otherwise his death date would have come just now, and tomorrow will be his death day.

"Injured, still so strong, cough!" Climbing up from the edge of the altar like a dog again, Yan Shaofeng stood up with a bruised nose and a swollen face, feeling as if his internal organs were turned over by the force just now Yes, he said while beating the dust off his body.

"Get out, get out of here, I've never liked to kill people since I was a child, otherwise a little ant like you wouldn't be able to survive at all, I'll give you a chance to escape and go away quickly." It completely disappeared, and there was nothing left to see, only his blood-red vindictive shield was left. A blood-red light flashed in his eyes, and he said: "Although you have learned the electric shock of the great magister Si Liwen but the magic power is too small, it is impossible to hurt me, cherish this chance of survival and hurry up and get lost."

If he didn't say this, maybe Yan Shaofeng would really run away. However, now Yan Shaofeng decided not to run away, because Yan Shaofeng still remembers that Hani said that to feed the bloodthirsty bats of Xuanjie level, the blood of almost a thousand people is needed every day. The words of killing people are lies, so why did he let himself go? There is only one reason, and that is that he has reached the end of his strength and has no strength. The appearance of strength at this moment is just a matter of strength.

"That's right, you have such a good heart, why didn't this young master see it, you let this young master go, but this young master refused to leave, I want to see how you pinched my little shrimp to death!"

Yan Shaofeng snorted coldly, and suddenly ran, his body turned into a black line, tearing the air, making a sound like a flute, running around the holy warrior's body in a circle, as if he was looking for an opportunity to strike . In fact, Yan Shaofeng was not sure whether his judgment was true or not, so he could only use this confusing method to test the holy warriors. The jihadist's body was suddenly filled with purple electric current, as if someone pulled a grid out of thin air.

"You're courting death yourself, don't blame me!"

Yan Shaofeng, who was running, suddenly felt the sound of a sharp wind coming from behind his head, and when he looked back, he saw a huge claw clawing towards the top of his head among the red clouds. Yan Shaofeng simply retaliated, using the diamond iron phantom claws and magic claws he had just learned to fight in the air!

Kacha Kacha scratched twice, Yan Shaofeng felt as if his fingers were about to break off, his chest was constricted, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his body was thrown out more than a hundred meters again, and he fell heavily on the ground, if not The shield of the Heaven-Defying Demon Bracelet protected him, so he must have been seriously injured.

A figure that was faster than a monkey descended from the sky and hit Yan Shaofeng's chest with a fist. The shield of the magic bracelet shattered after sharing 90% of the force, and only 10% hit Yan Shaofeng's body. Even Yan Shaofeng couldn't take it even at this level, as if his body had been punched into a photo, and it was actually embedded in the stone slab. The jihadist fell back ten feet and sat on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. It seemed that he was seriously injured.

He thought Yan Shaofeng died like this, so he continued to sit cross-legged on the ground to heal his injuries.

Yan Shaofeng is not dead yet, the shield of the Heaven-Defying Demon Bracelet saved his life. Although his body was embedded in the stone slab, it was just a transfer of power, but his internal organs were not injured, at most he would be injured. Just skin wounds.

Seeing the holy warrior in this state, Yan Shaofeng shook his head, regained some sanity, jumped out from the floor suddenly, raised his hand, and the Explosive Heavenly Dragon Sword arrived in his palm, and swung the sword violently, A ten-meter-long gigantic sword glow struck at the shoulder of the pilgrim warrior.

"Buzz!" A fiery red light rose from the holy warrior's armor, and it bounced back Yan Shaofeng's tyrannical sword glow. When the giant sword light touched the armor, it couldn't hurt the holy warrior at all.

Yan Shaofeng was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. He thought to himself, what kind of material is this armor made of? Its defense is so strong. The opponent didn't even respond to the full blow of the Exploding Heavenly Dragon Sword! This is too scary, the Exploding Heavenly Dragon Sword is a magic weapon of a high-grade treasure.

"Your sword seems interesting, and I underestimated your defense!"

A sneer suddenly came from the mouth of the holy warrior. After a short time, he seemed to have recovered a lot of vitality. With a sway of his body, he had already arrived in front of Yan Shaofeng's eyes. The fiery red saber just returned to his hand at some point. , a figure turned into twelve figures, and slashed at Yan Shaofeng twice. These two knives were sent out from the twelve figures for a total of twenty-four knives, and they were all slashed from different angles. of.

Every time the knife is swung, the speed of the sword separates the air, forming a short vacuum. The fiery red battle energy shone vertically and horizontally, and under the diffuse battle energy, even the huge statue on the altar was crumbling.

"Come out, Black Water King Snake!"

"Pure Yang True Fire Sword Astral!"

"Fifty times electric shock!"

Yan Shaofeng couldn't even resist the opponent's knife at all, he couldn't help but swallowed two middle-grade spirit stones in one go, and used all the tricks that pressed the bottom of the box.

The Holy Warrior's body flashed and suddenly burst into flames, his afterimages were everywhere, and there were sword glows condensed from fiery red douqi everywhere. The Black Water King Snake was hit on the head by the sword glow, and it was so painful. Calling this to fly back into the fire dragon ring, Chunyang True Fire Knife Gang was extinguished by the holy warrior's sword light, and the fifty times electric shock technique only made him take five steps back, and it had no effect at all.

"Damn, it's over, I'm dead this time, I really didn't expect a holy warrior who suffered such a serious internal injury to still have such powerful strength!" Yan Shaofeng took five steps back, and every time he took a step back, he spat out a mouthful of blood. If it goes on like this, even if it is not killed by others, I am afraid it will vomit blood and vomit to death.

"Not bad! To be able to block my full-strength blow from my fighting skill 'Phantom Killing Knife', as a piece of rubbish in the fourth level, you are very valuable."

Seeing that Yan Shaofeng could no longer straighten his back, the holy warrior who had aimed at the Explosive Heavenly Dragon Sword suddenly turned into a burst of ripples and rushed over, grabbing the blade of the Explosive Heavenly Dragon Sword. According to his calculations, one The ordinary black iron magic sword with aura is no different from tofu in his hands.

But he was wrong, this piece of tofu seemed a bit hard.

Top-grade treasures should be infinitely close to the existence of Western silverware.