Chapter 366: Both Sides Suffer

In the blink of an eye, Tie Fucheng had no choice but to doubt his life. Ye Feng held the Destruction Knife in his hand and chopped it down with a flame knife technique. The fiery and scorching high temperature made the entire void feel like boiling, as if bubbles were rising one after another and then bursting. Situ Reading.\nＣＯＭ

"Hmph, the martial soul is manifested!"

Tie Fucheng's shoulders shook, and the Yuanli condensed into a yellow giant eagle above his head. His martial soul phantom was an earth-attributed divine eagle, which made a loud and extremely loud eagle cry, and murderous aura was wanton.

The Tie family has a deep foundation, and the master of the virtual realm is the highest level of the Tie family. The soul-injecting object used by Tie Fucheng when he entered the virtual realm to inject soul is very advanced, resulting in the grade of his martial soul phantom reaching the second lower grade.

The power is naturally not comparable to that of an ordinary master like Tong Ming.

However, just as his martial spirit, the Eagle, flew up and a pair of sharp claws reached down to grab the Destruction Blade, an incredible scene happened. Ye Feng's figure flashed, as if he had penetrated the space, and instantly appeared in front of Tie Fucheng.

"Huh!?"

Tie Fucheng was shocked. At the critical moment, his figure retreated violently, and at the same time, he clapped his hands, and more than a dozen khaki palm shadows met Ye Feng's attack.

This kid.

Tie Fucheng was furious, and his claws grabbed straight down, and the dust flew.

"Fight!"

Ye Feng let out a long roar. His fighting power could not last long. Just now, he burst out two fire essences in succession, just to enhance his explosive power in a short period of time, so that he could fight with Tie Fucheng with all his strength. The power of artistic conception, which could only be used once, was now Ye Feng's only reliance. He must find the right time and go in the most appropriate situation to win with one blow.

If he could not seriously injure or kill Tie Fucheng, he would be the one who would be unlucky.

Under the effect of the gushing Yuanli, Ye Feng clenched the handle of the Destruction Blade with both hands and swept it out fiercely.

His bones all over his body made a "crackling" sound, and he urged all his strength to pour all into the Destruction Sword.

The two forces vibrated at high speed, and ripples appeared on all sides.

Ye Feng felt as if his body was twisted into an energy storm. Even with such a strong body, he felt extremely painful at this moment, and he could not bear such a void vibration.

"Ah!!"

Tie Fucheng's face was also distorted and hideous. Above his head, the huge Wuhun Divine Eagle phantom became like a living thing, spreading its wings and whistling to the sky.

The two sides collided with each other.

The air rippled like water waves.

"Boom!"

The explosion shook the earth, and the sky seemed to change color. The fiery red energy vortex stimulated by the Destruction Sword directly crushed one of the Wuhun phantom's eagle claws, but the other one was inserted into a sea of ​​fire and grabbed Ye Feng directly.

At the same time, a lightning-like knife light also enveloped Tie Fucheng's body.

It was a completely lose-lose style of fighting.

Ye Feng knew very well that his artistic conception power could only be used once, and after the explosion of the fire essence, the continuous effect would only last for a few attacks at most.

Of course, the old man Tie on the opposite side should be more vulnerable than himself.

As long as he could block his attacks a few times, even if the old man Tie didn't die, he would become a corpse. At that time, he could retreat or kill without any scruples.

But the premise was that he had to block the attack of the opponent's martial soul phantom.

So at this moment, Ye Feng had no choice but to use all his strength and fight to the death.

His cultivation strength was not as good as the opponent's, but his physical body was strong enough and his defense was terrifying. After absorbing so many spiritual medicines and tempering his body with spiritual springs, Ye Feng's physical body was no less than that of a virtual realm master.

On the other hand, Tie Fucheng's vitality armor was certainly powerful, but it was a pity that now, the old man Tie had already exhausted his strength to activate the martial soul phantom, and there was no more blood essence for him to activate the previous khaki crystal armor again.

In this way, he still had a chance.

Tie Fucheng looked indifferent, his dull eyes swirled. He had not expected that this kid would be so fierce.

"Hmph, my divine eagle, a second-level martial spirit... I don't believe that I can't kill you with one claw..."

There were only a few fights up to this point, but both of them were furious and fought desperately.

Especially Tie Fucheng, who was played like a dog by Ye Feng from beginning to end. Now his body was out of control, his brain was numb, and he would soon become a corpse. The only thing left in his heart was the rage that soared to the sky. He was willing to kill Ye Feng even if he was seriously injured or died.

No matter how this kid was against the sky, his cultivation was too weak, and this was a fact that no one could change.

"Go to hell!"

Tie Fucheng shouted angrily, and finally burst out with a wave of momentum.

The light of the earth-type divine eagle with only one claw left above his head surged, and that claw suddenly enlarged and lengthened several times. Then, the vitality armor on Ye Feng's body and the light shield of the blood god armor were all torn apart like rotten wood.

One claw hit Ye Feng's chest firmly.

At this moment, Ye Feng felt as if his chest was hit by a high-speed train.

The skin and flesh on his chest were instantly shattered into powder. This huge force was transmitted from the muscles to the body, and collided with the solid bones before finally stagnating.

Ye Feng had experienced the spiritual spring body tempering when he was in the body refining realm. With the soaking and nourishment of countless medicines, he had already condensed the bones around his body to be harder than fine iron.

This huge impact force broke into the body, and it actually caused the bones to twist violently like a spirit snake, dissolving most of the impact force, but there was still a lot of energy that rushed into his internal organs.

Puff...

Ye Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backwards, leaving a trail of blood in the air.

As for Tie Fucheng, the situation was not much better.

His body was no longer under control, and only the aroused martial spirit phantom still retained his will.

So the knife light that Ye Feng swung just now was also unimpeded, breaking through the few remaining vitality armors of Tie Fucheng. Although most of it dissipated when the vitality armor was broken, the artistic conception power contained in it still hit Tie Fucheng's body heavily. Under the attack of this power, the old man Tie looked much more miserable than Ye Feng.

A knife mark cut from his chest to his lower abdomen, and it was pulled down diagonally, breaking several ribs.

It was just strange that the wound was so huge, but no blood oozed out of it.

Most of Tie Fucheng's blood and essence had been consumed, and now the fire poison had erupted, and his body had obviously become a corpse, and it would soon become like a piece of wood.

Seeing this scene with his own eyes, Tie Fucheng's fear can be imagined, but at this time, what other way can he do?

"It's all... you... All this is your fault... I will... tear you into pieces!"

Stuttering and cursing, Tie Fucheng barely mobilized the little remaining vitality, forcibly suppressed the artistic conception power that flowed into his body, and struggled to move towards the place where Ye Feng fell.

A short distance of dozens of feet, usually it would not take a breath, but now, it is like a natural moat.

Just now, seeing the martial spirit eagle tearing through Ye Feng's defense like tearing rotten wood, and knocking him dozens of feet away with one blow, Tie Fucheng thought that Ye Feng would definitely die.

No innate warrior can withstand the physical attack of his martial spirit.

But Ye Feng's death was not enough for him to vent his anger. He wanted to tear Ye Feng into pieces inch by inch, and then devour Ye Feng's blood, flesh and blood.