"The attack is really weak!" Ye Feng sneered disdainfully, "You can also **** attack!"

After speaking, he raised a finger and lightly pointed at Killing God.

One yang finger!

puff!

A golden light shot out from his fingertips and shot at the killing **** in front of him.

Jin Mang's speed was too fast, and it was too late to dodge God Killing, and his chest was instantly pierced by Jin Mang.

A number floated up, making God Killer's eyes widened.

His blood volume dropped by nearly a quarter.

Killing God's face changed drastically, and he finally realized the horror of Ye Feng, he and Ye Feng were not on the same level at all!

Although he heard that Ye Feng killed a lot of people and was very powerful, he always believed that even if he could rank in the top ten, even if he was weaker than Ye Feng, he would not be much weaker. Yes, even if the blood volume of Ye Feng is very high, he has the confidence to kill Ye Feng!

However, at this moment, he felt that the gap between each other was too big, and it seemed that there was a moat in the middle!

Night Wind not only has extremely high blood volume, but also has extremely fast blood recovery speed, and its attack damage is even more frightening!

"Crazy cut!"

God Killing knows his situation at this moment. He has offended Ye Feng, and Ye Feng will not let him go. Therefore, he must defeat Ye Feng. To defeat him, he must continue to attack him. Too much blood recovery time!

Puff puff!

Killing the gods slashed frantically, slashing the sword beams on Yefeng's body. Each blade beam caused one or two thousand damage. In just a moment, he chopped more than ten knives, causing 17,000 points to Yefeng. hurt.

However, Ye Feng's blood volume was too high, and such a small amount of damage was nothing to him.

Affected by the blood-sucking effect, Killing God recovered more than two thousand points of blood, but his blood volume was still not full.

"Blood Dragon Yin!"

Killing God yelled, and more than ten combos hit the east, but the attack never stopped. A blood-colored dragon-shaped sword light burst out and attacked the night wind.

There was a faint dragon roar, and the blood dragon blade light penetrated through the abdomen of the night wind, causing more than 50,000 points of damage in an instant!

The blow caused more than 50,000 damage to the night wind, which shows how sharp this blow is. If it is the defensive ability of an ordinary player, it is estimated that it will be more than 100,000 damage!

At the same time, the blood of Killing God was finally full.

When his blood volume returned to full, God Killing seemed to have regained his previous self-confidence and arrogance, and the fear of Ye Feng had long since disappeared.

"Everywhere!"

Killing God was confident, the blood knife kept slashing, and countless sword lights attacked the night wind.

However, I saw that Yefeng's figure suddenly became a little illusory. His figure suddenly left and right, and none of the countless blades hit him!

Too fast, his dodge speed is too fast!

Shit!

There was a tearing sound, and the whole right arm of the killing **** was torn apart by the night wind!

The strength of the night wind is very high, and it has a huge talent bonus, which can display three times the strength. How can such a powerful force be resisted by the killing of gods.

what!

Killing God let out a scream!

He already fully understood at this moment that he and Ye Feng are not on the same level!

Whether it is blood volume, defense, blood recovery ability, or strength, movement speed, attack power, etc., he is far inferior to Ye Feng!

On the rehearsal stage, God-killing looked ashen.

His neck was pinched by the night wind.

He could feel that the hand holding his neck was very powerful. It is easy to tear his arm off easily, and to squeeze off his neck.

He felt it, and death was beckoning to him.

At this moment, he is very regretful, why should he provoke this world's first person?

The first person is not called casually!

Why do you want to play for a while?

"Do you know why you weren't selected by the various factions?" Ye Feng looked at the death-killing gods, with an indifferent tone, "not because you don't have the talent for cultivation, nor is it because I'm behind the scenes."

"Your blood evil mad body is destined, you can only become the demon camp!"

"You can only cultivate the magic way!"

"And the sects who recruited the doormen here today, except for some martial arts camps, are almost all immortal camps!"

"The Demon School, none of them came today! I can only say that your luck is really back!"

"The immortals and demons have never been incompatible since ancient times. Do you think that the orthodox sects of immortality, such as the Ten Thousand Dao Sect, the Open Heaven Holy Land, and the Mending Heaven Official, are willing to recruit you a person who is very likely to fall into the demon road in the future?

Killing God's body trembled, it was like this!

His failure has nothing to do with Yefeng, but he is suspicious and hates Yefeng because of it!

"It turned out to be like this!" All the players were stunned, and couldn't help but sympathize with the killing of the gods. They ended up like this because of suspicion. With the consistent style of the night wind, it is estimated that he will not be let go.

"I hope you won't be so arrogant in your next life!" Ye Feng reminded heartily.

"No, I..." The prison **** seemed to ask for mercy and apologize, but Ye Feng's hand holding his neck suddenly increased a bit, making it difficult for him to speak.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the neck of God Killing was pinched off.

Ye Feng twisted and plucked, and immediately plucked his head off!

The **** head is still bleeding from the fracture of the neck below!

"Yefeng, my ancestor cursed you!" The prison **** could finally speak, and he cursed unwillingly.

His head was severed, and he didn't lose it immediately, and it was enough for his life.

However, his blood volume is rapidly decreasing.

In just three seconds, his blood volume was cleared, his eyelids rolled over and he died!

"The conference continues!"

Ye Feng said a word, then threw the head in his hand everywhere, walked to the treasure chest next to the corpse of God Killing, and kicked it.

The treasure chest opened, and there was a blood knife inside. It was the one used by the prison god. It was originally thrown on the ground, but after the death of the god, the blood knife disappeared and appeared in the treasure chest. In addition to the blood knife, there is also a cheat book and a pile of gold coins in the treasure chest.

Ye Feng flicked his hand and took away everything in the treasure chest.

"The Killing of the Gods has attacked the Great God of Night Wind so many times, the blood volume of the Great God of Night Wind has not decreased much!"

"It's terrible, more than 10 million blood! There are not so many bosses in the world!"

"It's so shocking! Although both are the top ten players, the battle strength is one sky and one ground!"

"I heard that God Killing and Long Aotian have fought, and the two have no difference. If this is the case, then Long Aotian, who ranks second, is far from the opponent of Yefeng Great God?"

"Long Aotian is a tuoxiang, how can I be the **** of the night wind!"

At the end of the long street, at the end of the twenty long dragons, several people in the back were discussing in a low voice.

"Brother, many people in front of you are talking about you!" A young man in white clothes in his twenties whispered to a young man in yellow shirt who was 30 years old behind him, "They said you are not as good as the night wind! "