860 Sword

At this time, Yifeng was still getting closer to the colorful light film, after the colorful light film lost its spiritual imprint. Although the voluntary aggression has disappeared, Yifeng's more than ten consecutive attacks still can't help it. His fingers, like sharp weapons, are grasped on it for more than ten times. Except for the strong vibration of the colorful light film, there is no harm. Can do nothing about it.

Yifeng grabbed it more than a dozen times, but seeing that he still couldn't help it, Yifeng also lost his patience. Fighting Qi surged out violently and all condensed on the body of the fist. At the same time, under the control of Yifeng, the energy of devouring beads also turned into a blue light that passed through Yifeng's arm, and finally appeared and condensed on the body of the fist.

Soon, at the bony knot in the middle finger of the fist, a beating spot of light condensed on it.

"Broken!"

With a loud shout, Yi Feng slammed his fist with the strength of his whole body on the colorful light film.

"boom……"

A loud sound shook Yifeng's ears a little. The 100-square-meter space also shook a few times, and those gold coins and precious stones piled up like hills also began to collapse and spread to Yifeng's feet.

"Grass……"

Seeing that his punch still didn't break the membrane, Yifeng was surprised at the strong defense of the membrane, but at the same time, he was also irritated.

"One punch can't do anything to you, what about two punches, three punches, or even ten punches?"

Yifeng seemed to be crazy, and he had no scruples anymore, punching and punching on the colorful light film. Yifeng's crazy behavior caused the whole space to shake.

The gems and gold coins on the ground began to move staggeringly, and some even jumped more than a meter high after being shaken. It hit Yifeng's body.

However, the upright Yi Feng who was bursting with anger and excitement didn't care about these at all, and punched the colorful light with all his strength.

"Crack..."

Under Yifeng's continuous bombardment with almost no time gap, a slight cracking sound finally sounded. Hearing this sound, Yifeng was overjoyed, and the speed of punching was even faster.

"Crack..."

Finally, after Yifeng punched three times in a row, the colorful light film couldn't bear it anymore, a huge crack started from the small crack just now, spreading across the entire oval colorful light film like a spider web.

"boom……"

Finally, when the cracks on the seven-color light film covered its whole body, it could no longer bear Yifeng's strength, and broke into pieces. The colorful shards blasted towards the surroundings with great power, and the pieces of gemstones were smashed into powder. If ordinary people saw it, they would definitely feel pain in their flesh.

...

At the same time, the leading man who brought five people to Yifeng's area frowned slightly, and asked the people around him, "Elders, do you feel the ground shaking?"

Several elders glanced at each other, each of them stopped, and felt it carefully, but they didn't notice the ground shaking.

Seeing the elders shaking their heads, the leading man still frowned and searched quietly. Immediately, his face changed drastically, and he shouted at Wen Can: "Wen Can, lead the way, feel that as quickly as possible."

Wen Can was taken aback for a moment, but seeing the anxious look of the leading man, he also knew the seriousness of the matter, so he quickly responded yes, swung to the limit, and galloped towards Yifeng's direction.

...

After the seven-color light film was broken, what appeared in Yifeng's sight was a pitch-black wooden box with cumbersome patterns carved on it. There is a man in the pattern, although it is only a carved pattern, but Yi Feng stared at the man, and he could still feel his dusty aura. This feeling infected Yifeng's heart, and he suddenly calmed down.

Such a situation made Yi Feng very surprised. He wondered which master sculptor it was at the beginning, but even just a single pattern can infect people's minds. If this person really existed, how strong would he be?

Yifeng looked at the man's feet, and saw that what he was stepping on was actually a flying dragon. The flying dragon bared its teeth, and rushed towards Yifeng with a ferocious look. However, such a tyrannical flying dragon was actually stepped under by this man.

"Tsk tsk, it really is an ancient strongman. It is not comparable to ordinary people." Yi Feng took a deep breath, looked away from the wooden box, and the soul-stirring technique slightly controlled the aura of heaven and earth, and smashed the wooden box. open.

The moment the wooden box was opened, a dazzling light flashed out from the wooden box.

"ah……"

Even Yifeng, caught off guard, was pierced by this ray of light, making his eyes swell and hurt endlessly. With his eyes closed, he took out some elixir from the ring, fumbled and applied it around the eyes, and the swelling pain began to disappear slowly.

Covering his eyes slightly with grudge, Yi Feng dared to open them. He opened his eyes and fixed his gaze towards the wooden box. At this time, the dazzling light that was scattered inside the wooden box also began to slowly withdraw into the wooden box.

Yifeng has never seen that light can flow back into the wooden box like water, contrary to common sense. But the scene in front of him really gave Yifeng such a feeling that the dazzling light just flowed back into the wooden box one by one, and when all the light flowed back, the wooden box returned to normal.

Looking fixedly at the wooden box, Yi Feng was slightly taken aback by an object that appeared in front of him.

noble! Domineering! pretty!

This was Yifeng's first reaction when he saw this object. There was a treasured sword lying in the wooden box. The beauty of lines flowed all over the body of the sword. The hilt of the sword is carved into the head of a dragon. Lifelike, extremely delicate and beautiful! However, it is a pity that the dragon head has no eyes, and there seems to be something missing in the mouth, a feeling is missing.

But even so, Yifeng was overwhelmed by its dignity just by taking a glance at it, and with Yifeng's perception, he had a familiar domineering feeling.

It was as if Yifeng had the same feeling when he came into contact with the inheritance of the evil emperor's relic.

At this moment when Yifeng was stunned, the bead that had not been retracted in Yifeng's hand also jumped into the wooden box, and the bead, which was originally bigger than a small apple, fell into the wooden box. , turned into the size of a marble. Then it was inserted into the dragon's mouth of the sword.

"Shenlong contains pearls?"

Yi Feng exclaimed, and finally realized that something was missing from the dragon's mouth. This is the feeling, as soon as the pearl entered Shenlong's mouth, Yifeng's sense of disharmony disappeared completely.

Staring blankly at the bead body that merged with the sword, Yifeng's heart also turned up a huge wave. At that time, Mr. Zhao commented on the pearl body and said: This is probably a part of a high-level spiritual weapon.

The reaction of the beads at this time indeed proved this point.

"A high-level spiritual weapon?" Yifeng looked at the sword with bright eyes, but he didn't dare to take it rashly. He almost suffered a big loss from a small bead at the beginning. , still want his life?

"Boom..."

Just when Yifeng was still immersed in sluggishness, the sound of light footsteps reached his ears. Although it was not heavy, it was clearly visible.