Chapter 50: The Blood Spirit's Rampage (Part 2)

  The fifth watch

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  "You dare to be so arrogant, soon I'll make you wish you were dead!" Yi Feng cursed in his heart, still pretending to flee in a flustered manner, while continuously slowing down his speed, looking like he couldn't hold on any longer.

  When the Yuan infant middle repairer approached within a hundred meters, Yifeng suddenly stopped, and a red light flew out of his body. Afterwards, Yifeng didn't even look at the red light, but instead danced in mid-air with the Heaven Slashing Sword, and the light and agile sword technique of the Floating Zero Sword appeared.

  Yuanying period cultivator saw a red light flying over, with his vision he could naturally see that its quality was extraordinary, and hurriedly stopped in his tracks.

  The Blood Spirit Mirror flew and expanded, in an instant it was already a diameter of one zhang, the sky was filled with splashing blood light, the dense demonic energy covered the sky and earth, the waves of fierce winds swept away the smell that made people want to vomit, instantly drowning the mid-term cultivator.

  "Magic treasure!!! How can there be a magic treasure?! Isn't this kid a disciple of the Sword Sect?!" The middle-stage Nascent Soul was shocked and his mind was in turmoil. For a long time, it had been common knowledge in the Cultivation World that anyone who could condense a sword heart as solid as reality must be from the Sword Sect, and every single person from the Sword Sect viewed demonic cultivators as arch-enemies, almost fighting on sight, and would never use demonic treasures.

  But this common sense was overturned today. He had no idea that Yi Feng was a disciple of the Sword Sect, but rather a carefree and unrestrained cultivator who had crossed over from another world.

  Dark energy surged, blood light flickered. A mid-term cultivator of the Yuan Ying stage had spent many years practicing Taoism, and after a brief loss of consciousness, quickly regained his senses, hastily sticking a golden Yang symbol on himself to dispel the wildly surging dark energy. If the dark energy entered his body, it was likely to contaminate his Yuan Ying, and if things went wrong, he might go mad.

  However, the power of the Blood Spirit Mirror was far from being that simple. When the demonic energy could not invade, it shot out strands of red spiritual light under the drive of Yi Feng's intention, like a sky full of sword rain shooting towards the middle-stage cultivator of Yuan Ying wrapped in a mass of golden light.

  Yuanying mid-term master, not an easy person to get along with. He has cultivated the Linghuo Jue of the Minghuo Sect to the third layer, and can release the Yuanying Sanmai True Fire, which is the nemesis of the demon spirit. With a loud shout, he rapidly recited a few incantations, and his body's Huo Xiling power wildly surged into his flying sword, which then fiercely attacked the Blood Spirit Mirror.

  The Blood Spirit Mirror is a demonic treasure, but Yi Feng's true yuan force is not a demonic yuan force, so it cannot exert its strongest power. Moreover, Yi Feng's current strength is weak and has no hope of taking down a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with the Blood Spirit Mirror.

  When Yuan You's mid-term flying sword with a fiery glow repelled the Blood Spirit Mirror, he was met with Yi Feng's well-prepared sword technique attack.

  Before his eyes, the blood-red color dissipated, but instead, he felt an extremely dense heavenly spiritual energy in the midst of the Yuan Infant stage. The opponent's long sword was dazzlingly bright. He hadn't even figured out the situation when the surrounding heavenly spiritual energy suddenly condensed into a beam, actually propelling the opponent's long sword to rapidly attack him.

  Yuanying's mid-term master was shocked and pale, hurriedly throwing out his flying sword to block it, while also retreating with all his might. However, everything had been calculated in advance, and as soon as he moved his mind, a severe pain came, only to find that his own life-long flying sword had been shattered by the opponent.

  He didn't have time to look at his flying sword, he knew he was on the enemy's way, and could only secretly regret his carelessness while quickly turning around.

  Under the blessing of heaven and earth's spiritual power, the fusion of sword heart made the speed of the Heaven-Slaying Sword too fast. The mid-term Yuan Ying cultivator had only taken a few steps when he was pierced through the chest by the Heaven-Slaying Sword. A miniature pink figure appeared on the spot, and then transformed into a bloody light that disappeared without a trace.

  Yi Feng knew that was the Master's Yuan Ying, and he must have used some forbidden technique to escape.