Chapter Seven Hundred and Twentieth 5 Qi Chaoyuan, the Sword of the Emperor, the Incarnation of the Holy Mist

Hearing Ye Feng's words, the mist saint incarnate burst into laughter.

"kill me?"

"Hahaha……"

"You're just a good defense, but your own combat power has just entered the fourth-rank quasi-saint level at most, how can you kill me?"

"It's useless to talk too much!"

"Even if this incarnation of this saint can't kill you, in the future, when I recover from wear and tear, there will be more and stronger incarnations in the lower realm. As long as you haven't become a saint, you will be assassinated again and again!"

"Until... the day you die!"

The voice of the mist saint incarnation is frosty.

"Hmph! You'll find out later." Ye Feng carried his hands on his back, his mind racing.

He does have a way.

Back then, when I fought Xiao Cangtian, this person has not yet entered the first-rank quasi-sage, but he can temporarily fuse the blood of the ancient dragon with the power of the ancient heroic spirit, and the combat power has skyrocketed five times!

This method is worth a try.

Whoosh!

Ye Feng's body swayed and appeared in front of Fei Fei and Liu Feng, protecting them in the invincible defense in the form of the Holy Spirit.

"Death to me!"

The incarnation of the fog saint is indomitable.

He waved his arms vigorously and clenched the spear of mist that kept coming, like crazy, and kept attacking Ye Feng.

However, no matter what attack it was, it automatically collapsed when it was three meters away from Ye Feng.

"I have three minutes left!"

Ye Feng secretly said.

He stretched out his hand, and Feng Yuan Lingzhu appeared above his palm.

Although Feng Yuan Lingzhu has been promoted to the top-grade Lingbao, as Ye Feng's strength has skyrocketed, its appearance rate is much lower.

But today, Ye Feng knew that it was necessary.

Howling!

The sound of wind blowing sounded.

Feng Yuan Lingzhu began to release its breath.

next moment.

Five different colors of aura appeared around Ye Feng in succession, namely the power of golden ancient heroic spirits, the power of black killing, the power of light golden faith, the power of translucent spiritual power, and the power of brilliant golden sun.

These five forces are all powerful.

"Um?"

The mist saint incarnation was stunned.

Five vitality?

Could it be that Ye Feng didn't enter the quasi-sage level at all?

impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

Before entering the quasi-sage, you can explode the combat power close to the fourth-rank quasi-sage. If you enter the quasi-sage, is it worth it?

Isn't it going to blow up the sky?

The avatar of the fog saint took a breath.

"Five Qi Chaoyuan, condensate!"

Even if the power of belief has not yet reached the level of Heavenly Emperor, Ye Feng can't control that much.

boom!

As the power of killing and the power of ancient heroic spirits collided, Ye Feng's side was like a star exploding. If he was not in the form of the Holy Spirit at this moment, and his defense was invincible, he would definitely blow himself up.

"Give it to me!"

Ye Feng's hands contained the power of invincible defense, which suppressed this shock wave, turning the power of killing and the power of ancient heroic spirits into a dark golden airflow.

Under great pressure, he succeeded!

"What a strong breath!"

Whether it is the incarnation of the fog saint or the wind, you can perceive the majestic energy contained in this mysterious airflow.

Even Ye Feng was shocked.

"Continue to fuse me!"

He integrated the power of the sun, the power of spirituality, and the power of faith into it, and a wave of terror that even the Holy Land could not stop broke out.

Click!

The void was completely shattered because it couldn't bear this force, and it became a black, different-dimensional area that stretched for hundreds of miles.

As Ye Feng continued to use the invincible defense to surround, these five powerful breaths finally successfully merged into a translucent golden vortex under his subtle control with the heart of wisdom, which was quietly suspended in the air.

"You... how could you possibly be able to integrate?"

"The fusion of vitality, shouldn't it come in order, how can you throw it all in at once?"

The mist saint incarnation looked at this scene and was dumbfounded.

From the golden vortex, he could feel a destructive aura.

Even if his own body descends, he may not be able to withstand it and will be crushed into powder.

"I never play cards according to the routine!"

Ye Feng looked at the incarnation of the mist saint who showed a startled face for the first time in the distance, the corner of his mouth grinned, and he reached out and grabbed the golden vortex.

hum!

A sword hilt automatically extended from the golden vortex, fell into Ye Feng's hand, was grasped by him, and slowly pulled out.

During this process, the golden vortex kept shrinking.

When the long sword was completely unsheathed, the golden vortex completely disappeared, turning into this golden three-foot long sword.

Its shape is noble and elegant!

A supreme power of the Holy Emperor slowly spread out, completely suppressing the void on this side.

As strong as the incarnation of the fog saint, he has long been unable to move.

"It's over!"

He predicted that he would die without a doubt.

Although it is only an incarnation, if it is beheaded by Ye Feng, the body will still be injured and it will take time to heal.

"What a domineering and noble sword!"

"This is the holy emperor in the sword, supreme!"

Liu Feng's iron sword was trembling constantly, as if he had met a courtier and an emperor, and he couldn't even resist the slightest bit of resistance.

"Yes, this is the Holy Emperor Sword."

Ye Feng looked at this noble sword made from the fusion of five vital qi, and could feel the terrifying aura inside, and according to Liu Feng's sigh, he named the sword the Holy Emperor Sword.

Looking at the mist saint incarnation in the distance, Ye Feng smiled.

At this time, there was only one last minute left in the form of the Holy Spirit.

"After I have been cultivating for a while, I will definitely enter the Hanging Mountain. The first person to bring the sword to sacrifice is your body!"

"Die!"

Ye Feng waved the Holy Emperor Sword.

A dazzling domineering sword swept across the sky, splitting this foggy field, and crushing the incarnation of the fog saint into nothingness.

Then, the sword energy slashed into the sky.

It carried the trend of sweeping the world, dividing the sky of Shenzhou Continent in two.

this moment.

Whether they are in the ends of the earth or in the center of the inland, all creatures look up and can see that the sky is separated by a golden sword mark, revealing the black cosmic starry sky.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked, and they all guessed who cut such a terrible sword.

a long time.

This sword energy slowly dissipated.

One hundred thousand miles in the sky.

Ye Feng exited the Holy Spirit form, but the Holy Emperor Sword in his hand was still held by him, and there was no sign of collapse.

"Master, this sword is so powerful!"

Concubine Fox looked at the Holy Emperor Sword and wanted to touch it, but she didn't dare.

"I risked my life, the vitality sword condensed by the method of "Five Qi Chaoyuan" is of course strong!"

Ye Feng smiled.

The Holy Emperor Sword can be separated by him and become the five kinds of vitality again, but Ye Feng feels that it is not necessary for the time being.

After all, the process of fusing the Holy Emperor Sword was too difficult.

If it weren't for the invincible defense in the form of the Holy Spirit, even a holy place would be destroyed by the shock wave generated by the fusion process.

"However, when I want to attack the Quasi-Saint and Holy Realm, I still have to dismantle the Holy Emperor Sword."

Ye Feng secretly said.

The power of belief has not yet reached the level of the Emperor of Heaven, and the Holy Emperor Sword fused at this time is not yet the strongest form.

Ye Feng decided that after the power of belief in the Faith God Pond reached the level of the Heavenly Emperor, he would disband the Holy Emperor Sword and use these five kinds of vitality to attack the Quasi-Saint and the Holy Realm.

"Let's go, back to the sect!"

Ye Feng carried the Holy Emperor Sword behind him and fell to Misty Peak.

"Okay." Concubine Fox carried the Hunyuan stick and followed her obediently without any hesitation.

Liu Feng looked at Ye Feng's back.

He suddenly felt that Ye Feng was too strong, and he didn't need a daoist at all. Is it really useful to stay in the Misty Sect?

However, he still followed.

Since he chose to be Ye Feng's guardian, as long as Ye Feng doesn't drive him away, he will stay in Misty Sect.

Hanging Mountain.

"puff!"

A figure hidden in the mist vomited blood.

"Damn Ye Feng!"

Wu Sheng slapped the armrest of the throne angrily, and let out a heart-piercing roar, venting the anger and fear in his heart.

He never thought that Ye Feng was so terrifying!

That sword, shaking the world, crying ghosts and gods, even if it is his body, he is not fully confident to take it.

"How can there be such a terrifying monster in this world?"

Wu Sheng was trembling with anger.

Fortunately, this time I only went to an incarnation. If the main body comes, at this moment, has he fallen?

Wu Sheng became more and more shocked the more he thought about it.

He was vaguely afraid.

If it weren't for the fear of Heavenly Dao's remnants, he did not dare to come to the Divine Continent, and today might be his doomsday.

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