Chapter 131 Killing Huang San

Now if he wants to defeat Huang San, it seems that there is only one choice, that is to activate the soul-sucking needle, paralyze this person with mental attack, and then kill him. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website

Buzz!

The powerful mental power trembled in Ye Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, and then a strange mental power that could not be touched erupted instantly.

Huang San's attack suddenly stagnated, and a painful expression appeared in his eyes.

Swish...

How could Ye Feng miss such a good opportunity? In a flash, he slashed at Huang San's head with a knife.

Swish...Swish...

However, Huang San reacted from his unconscious state in an instant. He could survive in the organization "Tian Di Sha". Huang San obviously knew how to prevent mental attacks.

He was very fast. Ye Feng's blade was still one foot away from Huang San's neck. He kicked his feet and retreated rapidly.

"Swish" sounded. Even though he retreated very quickly, the soul-sucking needle activated by Ye Feng still achieved some effect, causing the blade to drag a long blood mark on Huang San's chest.

Blood splattered, leaving him seriously injured.

"Ye Feng, I want you dead!"

Huang San quickly retreated to the other side of the passage, his face extremely cold.

As Huang Zi No. 3, he had killed dozens of half-step Xiantian people, and even had a record of successfully attacking Xiantian masters, but Huang San had never thought that he would be injured by a warrior in the Tongming realm one day.

Dividing part of his mind to suppress the chaotic true qi and blood flowing out of the wound, Huang San's aura became even colder, and a chill spread from him.

He shook his long sword, like a poisonous snake out of a hole, and killed Ye Feng again.

At the same time, the evil wind demon tiger, which was watching closely beside him, opened its huge mouth and spewed out a long green blade.

Ye Feng was not afraid at all, dodged the wind blade attack, and rushed towards the other party like lightning, and the two fought fiercely again.

Boom boom boom!

The vibration sound emitted by the waves of Yuan Qi made the whole passage echo.

With the help of the evil wind demon tiger, Huang San still did not take the initiative.

On the one hand, he always needed to be on guard against Ye Feng's mental attack. On the other hand, the knife just now also injured Huang San.

Although the wound had no blood flowing out, he could not control the loss of true energy. In addition, every time he swung the long sword, it would pull the wound, causing him abnormal pain.

The longer the time, the weaker the breath on Huang Qi's body.

He was secretly anxious, and beads of sweat had already seeped out of his face.

If he could not kill Ye Feng as soon as possible, he would definitely lose if he continued to fight fiercely.

"Ghost Scorpion Poison Sword!"

With a sharp shout, Huang Qi's sword changed, and the offensive became more fierce, which was simply a life-threatening move.

"What? Want to fight to the death?"

Seeing that the opponent had exerted the sword skills in his hand to the extreme, with heavy afterimages, the long sword was like a poisonous scorpion spitting out the core, tricky and ruthless, but obviously lacking in stamina, and the speed began to decrease, Ye Feng sneered.

In this case, the best way for Ye Feng was to continue to entangle. As long as he waited until Huang San was exhausted, there would be no suspense about victory.

By then, when Huang San's true energy is exhausted, he will become the fish on Ye Feng's sticky board, and he will be slaughtered at will.

But Ye Feng does not like this delaying tactic. He pursues "fast, accurate and ruthless" to defeat the enemy with one blow.

Since the other party chooses to fight with him, that is the best thing.

"Scorpio swallows snake!"

At the same time when Huang San used this move, the evil wind demon tiger suddenly let out a low and sad roar, no longer spewing wind blades that did not have much effect, and leaped into the air, blocking the entire area behind Ye Feng.

And the long sword in Huang San's hand stirred rapidly, forming a huge circle, like a python opening its bloody mouth and biting Ye Feng.

Looking at the natural coordination of one man and one tiger, this move should be their most sharp killer.

"Come on!"

Ye Feng was not afraid at all. With a thought, the short iron stick in the storage space appeared in his hand again.

Then, Ye Feng shot the single-edged sword in his hand at Huang San, but the iron stick in his hand hit the evil wind demon tiger with a swift blow.

Huang San, who dodged Ye Feng's single-edged sword, flashed a trace of excitement on his gray face. His sword moves suddenly stopped, and his steps did not move forward but retreated.

The figure quickly retreated.

"Give it to me, explode!"

"Boom!"

With a bang, the evil wind demon tiger exploded, rolled up a strange black flame, and swept Ye Feng's figure into it...

"Hahaha... See if you are still alive. Ye Feng, although I lost a top-grade demon beast, I finally saved your life! We kill the world, and we will do whatever it takes to achieve our goals!"

It seemed that some secret method was activated, and the expression on Huang San's face became more gray, and his true energy was exhausted. Seeing Ye Feng engulfed by the flames, he held the stone wall with one hand, panting wildly and laughing wildly.

But his laughter did not last too long, and a voice slowly rang in Huang San's ears.

"Ahem... so happy? But I seem to have disappointed you again."

Huang San stared at Ye Feng who was walking out of the smoke step by step, and even his breathing seemed to stop.

"You, how could you..."

"How could you not die?" Ye Feng looked terribly exhausted, his clothes were disheveled, and there were many burn marks on his face, but from his momentum, what was presented in front of him were just some superficial injuries.

Ye Feng's spirit was still well preserved.

"I forgot to tell you that I have a fire attribute martial vein, and I am naturally immune to fire." Looking at Huang San, who looked depressed, Ye Feng raised the short iron stick in his hand without comment.

"Impossible, even if it is a fire attribute martial vein, it is impossible to withstand my explosive sky flames so intact. You must have other secrets."

Huang San's eyes showed a trace of fear, and his finger pointed at Ye Feng tremblingly, and turned around suddenly.

"Whether I have a secret or not, you don't need to worry about it. Now, you can die."

Ye Feng jumped forward and smashed Huang San's head with a stick. Huang San, who wanted to escape, finally died completely.

"If you want to kill me, you have to be prepared to be killed by me..."

Killing Huang San, taking the storage ring in Huang San's hand into his own hand, Ye Feng explored it with his consciousness, and finally a smile appeared on his charred face.

There are really a lot of spoils.

In addition to seven or eight thousand low-grade spirit stones, there are dozens of medium-grade lava crystals, and even seventeen high-grade crystals.

In addition, Ye Feng also found five low-grade spirit weapons in the storage ring, including knives, swords, and guns, which are obviously not what Huang San should have.

This killer, while setting traps to deal with him, should have killed many warriors who entered this place to explore, so that he could have such a fortune. As for now, it's all Ye Feng's fault.

Putting all the spoils in his hand into the storage space, Ye Feng found a bronze waist plate on Huang San, engraved with an ancient "three" character, and on the back, there is a galloping dragon.

"Number three?"

No wonder this person is called Huang San.

A strange color flashed through Ye Feng's heart, and he was about to put the waist plate into his pocket, but at this moment, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a strong sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart...