Violent Martial Soul System

"bring it on!"

Zhao Feng's eyes flickered twice, he put away his brilliant armor and landed quickly. Dust √ Fate × Literature? Learning × Network

At the same time, the sky suddenly became dark, and fell into darkness in the blink of an eye.

"Curtain of the night!"

Zhao Feng used a skill of the God-killing battle body. Under this environment, his speed and combat effectiveness have improved a lot.

"The kid does have some tricks, but do you think you can escape my spiritual sense?"

The apostle of the god of the underworld yelled, and the long tail condensed by the power of origin and the power of all phenomena was pulled down fiercely behind him, and countless flying sand and stones were instantly stirred up, but they did not hit Zhao Feng's body.

"Fortunately, the night curtain is turned on, and there is a movement speed bonus, otherwise the avatar will explode!"

Zhao Feng couldn't help swallowing. In this situation, he knew that he could no longer use the Ice Fire Dragon Sword Formation. What if the speed is not enough and the clone is blown out?

"Fit together!"

The two Zhao Feng joined together, and then merged into one, and the overall strength skyrocketed by 50%.

"Flame Dragon Wushuang Slash!"

After merging, Zhao Feng slashed fiercely with the Chiyan sword in his hand.

Yanlong roared away, but due to the gap in realm, he was blasted again by the apostle of the underworld god.

"Every time he attacks, he needs to consume Yuanli. I want to see if your Yuanli is unlimited!"

Zhao Feng turned around without saying a word.

This time his target was the Crazy Blood Tribe.

In fact, he just made a mistake. He didn't expect that an apostle of the god of the underworld who was at the ninth level of the profound soul state would arrive. Otherwise, before he killed the big boss, he should have started the assassination ceremony, so that his combat effectiveness could at least be improved. Twice, it will be much easier to face this apostle of the god of the underworld.

It's a pity that fate always plays tricks on people!

But it doesn't matter, Zhao Feng on land has a 90% movement speed bonus, and coupled with the growing body magic of the wind, dragon, shadow and moon formation, the attack of the apostle of the underworld can't hurt him.

Besides,

Shi Yao and Shulao also used their lives to consume the vitality of the apostles of the god of the underworld, so Zhao Feng had a 90% chance of winning this battle.

Of course, it's best not to have any troubles during the period, such as another apostle of the god of the underworld.

Seeing Zhao Feng rushing into the Crazy Blood Tribe, the Underworld Apostle also shouted violently: "Get out of here!"

Before the words were finished, the huge scorpion tail was pulled down, and more than a dozen scorpionmen from the bloody tribe were blown out.

In order to kill Zhao Feng, this Apostle of the Underworld God did everything he could.

Although this group of people from the Crazy Blood Tribe are somewhat innocent, they still hold grudges against Zhao Feng in their hearts. If they have the strength now, they will definitely help and join forces with the apostles of the Underworld God to kill Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng originally thought that the apostle of the god of the underworld would release some water because of these believers of the god of the underworld, but he didn't expect the latter to be cruel and kill his own people.

It seems that the plan has to be changed again.

"There are no masters at the fourth level of the Profound Soul Realm and above in this crazy blood tribe. If you start the assassination ceremony, the effect will be too low..."

Zhao Feng thought quickly in his heart.

That being the case, then he goes to the next tribe.

"Boy, don't run!"

The apostle of the god of the underworld behind him attacked while drinking loudly.

"If you have the guts, keep chasing!"

Zhao Feng drank loudly, turning his head to play Yanlong Wushuang Slash from time to time.

In terms of speed, Zhao Feng on land was no slower than the apostle of the underworld god. If he could maintain this situation and drag it to the next tribe, then the apostle of the underworld god would be dead.

"What is the origin of this kid? This is not at all the speed that the sixth level of the Profound Soul Realm can possess!"

The apostle of Hades thought in his heart.

Seeing his pensive look, Zhao Feng couldn't help cursing: "Big Scorpion, is your god of the underworld a pig? If you believe in him, will your speed slow down?"

In order to maintain the hatred, he also had to curse, otherwise, what if the apostle of the god of the underworld leaves halfway?

"Dare to scold Hades, even if I catch up with you for a year, I will definitely kill you!"

The apostle of Hades was stimulated and started to attack frantically.

Zhao Feng was speechless, this hatred is really easy to provoke, just one curse is probably enough.

However, in order to speed up the opponent's energy consumption, the more you scold, the better the effect will be.

"Your Hades must be a cripple..."

"Oh, and maybe long or short legs."

"A person at the ninth level of the Profound Soul Realm can't even catch up with me at the sixth level of the Profound Soul Realm. It's better to hit him head-on to death."

"Shall I peel a cane for you?"

These words fell into the ears of the apostle of the god of the underworld. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth, wishing to catch up with Zhao Feng immediately and poke a thousand holes in Zhao Feng's body with a scorpion-tailed needle.

Soon, the two were far away from the Crazy Blood Tribe.

Zhao Feng remembered that there was a slightly weaker tribe next door to the Crazy Blood Tribe. It was said that it was established by the younger brother of the big leader of the Crazy Blood Tribe.

There is the place where the apostle of the underworld god fell!

It only takes an hour to go from the Crazy Blood Tribe to this War Intent Tribe. During this time, Zhao Feng tried to weaken the Apostle of the Underworld God as much as possible.

However, judging from the resentment and attack frequency of the apostle of the god of the underworld, it is estimated that his Yuan power will drop to one-third after an hour.

At that time, it will be Zhao Feng's chance to kill him!

Of course, if Zhao Feng were to lure the monster alone, the other party's energy would not be consumed so much. If the effect was to be achieved, the stone demon and tree elder would also have contributed, they were consuming the other party's life.

"Damn it, what the hell is this green dragon and old wood? Why can't they be killed no matter how hard they are beaten?"

On the way to kill Zhao Feng, the apostle of the god of the underworld couldn't help thinking.

From just now to now, the stone demon and the tree elder have died a hundred times in total, but even if they can be resurrected continuously, they can't die no matter what.

Although he didn't know why, the apostle of the god of the underworld knew that it must have something to do with Zhao Feng, as long as he killed Zhao Feng.

However, he couldn't catch up with the Stone Demon and the Old Tree blocking him.

"This kid's vitality also seems to be inexhaustible. Use it whenever you want. What's the secret?"

The apostle of Hades narrowed his eyes.

Originally, he wanted to capture Zhao Feng as a sacrifice, but later Zhao Feng cursed the god of the underworld, so he wanted to kill Zhao Feng directly to vent his anger, but now, he suddenly wanted to capture Zhao Feng again.

There are many secrets in this human being, and the underworld god will definitely be interested.

"I don't believe it, your Yuanli will not be exhausted!"

The apostle of the god of the underworld decided to continue hunting down Zhao Feng.

Time, little by little.

"Boom!"

Somewhere in the Deadly Desert, several figures were fighting.

At this time, more than half an hour had passed. During this time, Zhao Feng, Shu Lao and Shi Yao kept attacking the apostle of the underworld god behind him, so that the apostle of the underworld god could not catch up and could only resist the attack continuously.

"Why does this kid seem to have inexhaustible Yuanli and Yuanli? Could it be that he has a way to store Yuanli?"

Along the way, the apostle of the god of the underworld racked his brains to think about it, but he couldn't think of a reason.

Perhaps, the god of the underworld knows the reason, but how can he be empty-handed when he goes to see the god of the underworld?

"By the way, there is still a tribe of fighting spirit in front. I can let them intercept this son at that time."

The apostle of Hades suddenly remembered this.