Gao Wu: I Use The Method Of Covering The Sky To Suppress All Races!

Chapter 145: Wind Spirit Changes, Fengshen Changes

The Lingyun pole in his hand danced again, and the method of virtual and real phase was also used.

The illusory and real figures alternated in the air, and as Feng Yao kept walking, a gust of wind blew up on the field.

Feng Yao's gaze at this time was full of wisdom. Although he didn't know what means Ye Chen had to instantly recover from his injuries, he knew that Ye Chen could be spared once, but Ye Chen would definitely die under the Lingyun pole ten or a hundred times.

"Well, it's almost there!"

Seeing Fengyao's constantly flashing figure, Tuchen said calmly.

almost! almost what?

Feng Yao's figure froze, and then he thought that Ye Chen seemed to have no means to resist him except for the sky-defying sword field.

The Lingyun pole in his hand became more violent, and countless pole shadows ran rampant.

"Your strength is not bad, but it's a pity that you're a bit short!"

With these words again, Feng Yao's nerves instantly became alert.

"I did pass between life and death just now, but thanks to this, I realized another sword, the sword of diverting water to the source! Please taste it!"

In an instant, Ye Chen's Infernal Sword Field reappeared. This sword is so powerful that it must be used with the help of Sword Field.

I saw countless filaments appeared within a hundred feet of Fengyao and Ye Chen, and all of these filaments were attached with the meaning of sharpness.

"Sword energy becomes silk!"

Feng Yao exclaimed.

But then he showed just such an expression. As I said earlier, no matter how strong Ye Chen's sword intent is, as long as he can't catch up with his own speed, then everything is meaningless.

And I think these sword wires should have been laid during the fight with him earlier.

But in the next second, Feng Yao's face changed, and those sword threads slowly wove into a net, covering a radius of hundreds of feet.

"This is your means, but it's not enough to defeat me!"

With a stern shout, Ling Yunzhu in Feng Yao's hand seemed to be thrown towards him.

At the moment when the Lingyun rod and the sword net touched, countless sparks shot out.

Feng Yao looked at Ye Chen with an ugly expression. He couldn't figure out why he couldn't do anything with this little sword net with his own strength.

"Don't bother, there is already a sword formation within a hundred feet, and the formation will drain back to the source!"

Ye Chen looked at Fengyao with a pale complexion, this type of exercise was really exhausting.

Sword array!

Feng Yao is horrified, unbelievable, a sword creates a sword array, what kind of realm is this?

"It doesn't matter, the eye of this sword formation should be your sword field, as long as you kill you, then everything is over."

Feng Yao observed the surroundings keenly, and instantly saw the mystery here.

"That's right, as long as you kill me, then this sword formation will be self-defeating, but you still don't understand, why does this formation return to its source?"

Ye Chen looked at Feng Yao calmly.

As soon as the words fell, the sword threads within a hundred feet rioted one after another, rushing towards Fengyao crazily.

And as the sword wires rioted, the hundred-foot-long sword array actually shrank. It was getting smaller and smaller, and the sword wires were becoming denser.

Feng Yao's face darkened, and now he knew why it was called Drainage Returning to the Source.

Attracting the power of heaven and earth, supplemented by the power of the sword field, to create a hundred-foot sword thread, and Guiyuan should be inspired by his own virtual and real phases to Ye Chen.

"You have actually seen that my son's virtual and real phase is based on the wind and vitality, and his own vitality is added to form a phase.

And you captured my vitality, so these sword wires will frantically attack me.

Hahaha! Draining back to the source, this source is actually my son! It's really scary!

But... Ye Chen, the speed of your sword wires is still not fast enough. Even if you restrain me within a hundred feet, these sword wires will not be able to hurt me, and as long as I shrink in this sword formation Just kill you before ten feet away!

I have never used this move in front of people, the spirit of the wind changes, the spirit of the wind changes!"

Feng Yao's eyes became darker, and his aura changed again, a blue-colored aura lingering around Feng Yao.

These blue auras actually engraved inscriptions on Feng Yao's body, and as the inscriptions engraved Feng Yao's eyes gradually became emotionless, like a god who ignores everything.

Without words, Feng Yao just took a step, and with a wave of the Lingyun pole in his hand, a storm formed instantly, and an unimaginable terrifying force struck Ye Chen.

This time Ye Chen's complexion finally changed, he felt the terrifying power in the storm.

"The sword comes from the beginning, from the sky!"

In an instant, a blue sword condensed in the Wujian Sword Field, and Ye Chen held the sword.

At this moment, Ye Chen's gaze was like a god, and his whole body seemed to be integrated with the sword. With a wave, a beam of sword light slashed towards the storm.

Like the first ray of light that opened up the world, this sword light actually split the storm and attacked Fengyao one after another.

But to Ye Chen's surprise, the storm that was split by Ye Chen turned into two storms, attacking him again with undiminished momentum.

And Feng Yao also looked at the sword light that Ye Chen swung with a moved expression, and the Lingyun pole in his hand blocked it, and his body couldn't help shaking, a shallow sword mark appeared on the Lingwei pole.

Ye Chen's expression froze, and he swung his sword again.

In an instant, countless sword threads gathered around Ye Chen, and they also formed a whirlwind, rushing towards the storm.

But Ye Chen's cultivation was still weaker, and the aftermath of the storm hit Ye Chen's sword field.

Ka Ka Ka!

A crisp sound resounded through the audience, and clearly visible cracks appeared on the Infernal Sword Field.

A smile curled up on the corner of Feng Yao's mouth, looking at Ye Chen as if he was sure of winning.

"If you can block this blow, then can you block the next blow? 590.

As soon as the words fell, a storm several times stronger than before hit Ye Chen again.

Ye Chen's eyes were firm, without the slightest timidity, the sword in his hand was clenched a little bit, he let out a breath, and swung it lightly.

Seems fast but not fast, seems slow but not slow.

A sword light that was the same as before struck towards the storm, but the difference was that this sword light was instantly involved in the storm.

Feng Yao's eyes showed disdain, how could a mere sword light block his own storm.

But the next moment, the storm dissipated before Fengyao's eyes.

"How can it be!"

Feng Yao cried out.

But what made Fengyao even more horrified was that in the dissipating storm, Ye Chen's sword light came towards him more powerfully than before, as if he had received some force.

Take advantage?

Feng Yao was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Ye Chen in a blink of an eye, and asked in disbelief.

"You borrowed my wind?"

Although he was questioning Ye Chen, Feng Yao's hands were not slow, he swung the Lingyun pole horizontally, and stabbed forward.

Needle point to wheat awn!

A dazzling light flickered the audience.

"That's right, I saw your storm just now, and just now I figured out another way to take advantage of the enemy's power!"

Ye Chen's tone was calm, as if he was talking about an extremely ordinary thing.

"I just realized, how is it possible...how is it possible...impossible!"