Chapter 1711

An evil and powerful evil Qi erupted from the body of the strong wind. It was like a storm wave, which made Ye Feng almost feel suffocated. How could the demon core, which was clearly about to be exhausted, produce such strong evil Qi?

Ye Feng felt uneasy at the bottom of her heart, and her body was changing.

His face looks like pig liver, his eyes are red, and the veins on his arms burst up one by one. In an instant, from a white middle-aged man to an exaggerated muscle athlete in animation, his coat almost burst.

The power of the demon blood like a storm, raging in his body, this scene Ye Feng seems to have met.

Ye Feng suddenly remembered that in the Huashan ancient martial arts competition, Taoist priest Chongxu of shangqingmen, knowing that he could not defeat him, forced to use the blood demon method, risking the risk of blood vessel explosion, to fight with himself.

The wind in front of him was just like the situation of Taoist Chongxu at that time. He was using the blood devil method to fight the last vitality and burn the last ray of magic power in his body.

The blood devil Dharma is a kind of evil magic skill of the demons, and the demons themselves will not easily display them.

Although the blood demon method can quickly increase the magic power to dozens of times, hundreds of times, it is a huge consumption of their own vitality.

Taoist Chong Xu had no blood of the demons. When he forced to perform skills that did not belong to human beings, he was not only much less powerful, but finally he burst into blood vessels and died.

The strong wind exerts the blood demon Dharma, and his blood demon Dharma is dozens of times more powerful than Chongxu Taoist priest.

The energy in the blood of the demon clan has increased by dozens of times.

The skin of the whole body of the wind has turned purple, and it feels like bleeding.

His face became ferocious and evil. He raised his fist like a hammer and hit Ye Feng. Ye Feng's aura shield on his wrist turned into a golden round shield, blocking the fist hit by the wind.

Boom, the frenzied strong wind rushed around, crushing a nearby tea table into debris.

Although the Reiki shield has relieved a large part of the pressure, Ye Feng still feels that there is a huge force pushing him, which makes him unable to stand still. He pedals back several steps.

"Boy, you're dead. Take me a few more punches."

The wind was like a wild beast with wild hair. His fists fell like raindrops. Ye Feng blocked his fist with aura shield. He felt that his aura shield was going to be broken by his crazy evil Qi.

Ye Feng blocked the fist force of the strong wind, but the floor under his feet could not hold up.

Ye Feng heard the sound of breaking from the bottom of his feet, a thin crack from his feet, like spider silk, spreading around.

He suddenly realized that it was not good. Although he blocked his fist, he spread the pressure to his feet, and the floor collapsed.

Bang, Ye Feng fell directly from the second floor, fell in a piece of ruins, his head covered with dust.

"Boy, if you want to run, you can't run away."

With the wind blowing, he jumped down from the broken hole and kneaded his hands in a circle. The black sand around him, including black black black iron filings, was sucked into the palm of his hand, suspended in the air, and gradually kneaded into a shot put sized, heavy iron sand ball by his great magic power.

"Go to hell."

Iron sand ball as fast as the flow, hit the leaf maple, leaf maple foot like smeared oil, stepping on the Luo Bu Yan flashed over the ferocious iron sand ball.

The iron sand ball rubs leaf maple's cheek and passes by. The fierce strong wind cuts a thin bloodstain on Ye Feng's face and exudes red blood.

The iron sand ball didn't hit Ye Feng. He smashed a big mahogany cylinder behind Ye Feng and broke it at the waist. Then he drew a curve to return to the chest of the strong wind and continued to float in mid air.

A wisp of black gas from the iron sand ball to spin, accelerate the iron sand ball rotation, its power circle by circle become huge, strong, dignified.

The wind grinned grimly: "come on, your flying sword, come and kill me."

Ye Feng sneers and shakes his wrist. The flying sword is shining with red, blue and purple lights, and flies into the air. Then, it suddenly turns into hundreds of meteors, shooting at the wind from all directions.

Each sword light contains powerful divine power, which is the nemesis of the demons.

In the face of Ye Feng's Archean deity, the wind was nervous for no reason. The masculine, strong and energetic blood breath made him very uncomfortable.

His congested face was constantly twitching. He wanted to kill Ye Feng as soon as possible. He felt that the blood demon method he had forced to use could not last long.

The power of the only blood will be exhausted.

He is also a stubborn person, I can not lose, I want to support.

He roared, and the green veins on his body like earthworms were more bulging. The black iron ball on his chest instantly turned into a huge black barrier magic sand shield, which whirled around him and blocked the flying sword from ye Fengji.

I heard the jingling and jingling of gold and iron. Ye Feng looked dignified and his fingers were flying rapidly in the air. He looked like a conductor conducting a symphony orchestra.He is not directing a music team, but a flying sword that turns into hundreds of sword lights. This is much more complicated than conducting a band. Every sword light is deeply reflected in his mind. Its flight path and power should be accurate to every minute and every millimetre.

On the face of the wind, the blood tide on his body is gradually fading. He is supporting the magic sand shield with the expansion of his blood. However, such defense consumes magic power.

Ye Feng's flying sword is fast and fierce. Each sword will cut off a part of the wind blood energy, and thousands of sword lights will fall down like a storm and surround him layer by layer.

Ye Feng feels that the energy in the other party's blood is fading. It seems that he has been locked in the immortal prison for 5000 years. Although he has not died, the magic core has been eroded by aura and is almost abandoned.

The wind is to use the magic method to stimulate hundreds of times the blood energy, but it can not last for too long.

In addition to the scrapping of the magic core, there is a more secret reason.

The wind is not a pure demon, he is the evil spirit of erosion, self indulgence, variation of the demon people.

Therefore, the blood demon Dharma he displayed was only more powerful than ordinary ancient warriors, but the time was not long.

The evil red light in the eyes of the wind is gradually dissipating, while his opponent, Ye Feng, has a firm and confident look in his eyes. As long as he is fast and strong enough, he will always break through the magic sand defense.

From the bottom of my heart I felt a trace of despair, a trace of fatigue, a trace of incompetence, the wind suddenly spewed out a mouth of dark blood, the red tide of the whole body quickly faded.

The black sand shield around him broke into a black sand and sprinkled at his feet.

Looking at the black sand all over the ground, his eyes showed a desperate look.