During the standoff, the black aura began to spread towards Yang Feng.
"Hmm...this aura is interesting."
Yang Feng raised an eyebrow slightly, and his Flame Sword instantly burst into flames to dissolve the black aura...
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 501 Taiwan and Hong Kong Families
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Two figures stood above the deep ravine, unleashing several palm strikes downwards, their energy boiling and churning wildly.
The surrounding air rippled outwards, like waves.
A storm brewed, and endless clouds and mist rolled in the direction of their battle.
A state of returning to simplicity and authenticity!
Yang Feng's gaze turned cold. The fighting power of the young woman in front of him was too strong; she seemed to have entered a strange state.
Clearly, she is the legendary Heavenly Rank expert!
This was also the strongest opponent he had ever encountered, aside from Ye Aotian.
No wonder the system task has a difficulty rating of four stars.
This is absolutely true.
Yang Feng used all his strength to wield the Flame Sword in his hand, but he had no sword intent or any sense of unity between man and sword.
Because in his view, these were just weapons.
The idea of man and sword becoming one is all just illusion and fantasy!
"when!"
The demoness's blood-red spear and Yang Feng's fiery red longsword...
They collided violently, generating a lot of sparks.
The white mist above was thick and swirling!
"This...is this how a battle between Heavenly Realm experts is? It's terrifying! It's so shocking!"
An old man sweeping in a deep ravine, clutching his chest with one hand, stared in horror at the battle in the sky.
Yang Feng grew increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed, realizing that the young woman before him did not seem to be using her full strength.
They employed a fighting style that involved attacking the enemy with seven parts of their strength while reserving three parts for themselves.
He didn't know why she did that...
If she uses all her strength and insists on killing me.
So, who will lose and who will win? The outcome is certain!
"Your strength is not bad. Even though you are at the peak of Qi Refining, you have the strength to fight me. However, you are ultimately no match for me. If you were to break through to the Innate Realm now, you would still have a chance of winning."
The enchantress looked at Yang Feng's handsome face with her beautiful eyes, a complicated look flashing across her face. He was the man who had once saved her life. If it weren't for the hatred between them, she wouldn't have gone on to cultivate so frantically.
Who knows, they might have already come to him to repay his kindness.
In just a few months, his strength had broken through from the mid-stage of Qi Refining to the peak of Qi Refining.
He has a real talent for standing out in a crowd!
“I will break through to the Innate Realm sooner or later, but I must take you back today.”
Yang Feng looked at her indifferently, took a few steps back, his eyes filled with coldness, holding a fiery red longsword, and making hand seals.
"Heaven-Burning Slash!"
He mobilized his divine sense to its limit, and the Flame Sword instantly burst into flames, with violent spiritual power surging forth like a majestic Mount Tai, powerful and profound.
"Are you really determined to take me back...?"
The enchantress stared blankly at Yang Feng's indifferent figure and murmured something softly.
A tear rolled down her exquisitely beautiful face, fell to the ground, and turned into a speck of dust.
She couldn't understand why her benefactor insisted on taking her back. Had she really committed such a heinous crime that he hated her so much?
"cut!"
Yang Feng's body shot out rapidly, the flames on his Flame Sword surging strangely as he fiercely unleashed an insurmountable sword beam.
A ten-meter-long sword beam instantly ripped through the sky, cleaving the white mist in two.
It is incredibly fast, even comparable to the speed of sound!
The demoness stared blankly at the enormous sword light that was emanating from it, a miserable smile appearing on her face.
She no longer wanted to resist; she no longer wanted to fight her benefactor.