740: C740 Black Flames

C740 Black Flames

"Since that thing didn't kill you, let me do it myself!"

The key to the Crimson Flame Immortal Sect's rise and fall was Zhao Feng. Xuan Qingzi wanted nothing more than to cut him into a thousand pieces.

He pointed his finger and unleashed a sword Qi towards Zhao Fengchong. He had no idea what was going on. He wondered if Xuan Qingzi had gotten some sort of opportunity in the past few days.

Zhao Feng felt that his strength had improved once again.

Let's not talk about anything else. It was this sword Qi that was so much stronger than it had been the other day.

Actually, Xuan Qingzi didn't have any opportunities. It was just that he had been holding himself back all this time. He didn't fight with anyone all year round, nor did he leave the sect.

After the battle with Zhao Feng and the fact that he was scared out of the Crimson Flame Immortal Sect, his strength had increased by quite a bit.

Zhao Feng dodged the sword Qi that was flying towards him.

With a flip of his palm, numerous talismans appeared in his hand.

These were all things that he had plundered from the Crimson Flame Immortal Sect. Using these things to deal with Xuan Qingzi, Zhao Feng expressed that he was very happy.

Xuan Qingzi naturally recognized the origins of the talismans in Zhao Feng's hand. After all, Tian Haorann was the only talisman master that he had been paying attention to.

He was very familiar with Tian Haorann's talisman.

"Zhao Feng, you will die today."

A long black sword appeared in Xuan Qingzi's hand. No matter what talisman Zhao Feng threw at him, he swung the sword firmly.

It looked like he was a sword immortal.

However, these were all low level talismans. They could be used against Qi Condensation cultivators, but they were still far from being able to deal with a Foundation Establishment cultivator like Xuan Qingzi.

At best, it was to consume the medicinal Xuan Qingzis in Xuan Qingzi's body.

After throwing away the talismans in his hands, Zhao Feng did not take out any new talismans. After all, these were consumables. It did not have much effect on Xuan Qingzi.

He might as well keep it for Wei Ying and the others to protect themselves.

A long black sword materialized in his hand and pointed at Xuan Qingzi.

After a few days of experimentation, he discovered that the black gas could condense into anything, provided it was not too big. Otherwise, the total amount of black gas would not be enough.

His colleague, this thing had a very high damage output. Any ordinary creature that was touched by it would basically be seriously injured.

Zhao Feng used him to deal with Xuan Qingzi.

Seeing this, Xuan Qingzi snorted coldly. "Don't think that you can match my flying sword just because you created this Vital Spirit. If that's the case, the flying sword won't be precious anymore."

"We'll only know after we fight."

Zhao Feng was actually very confident about the black sword in his hand. It was something left in his body by that special lifeform. It looked like he used to be so mighty.

It seemed that he was not afraid of a flying sword.

Zhao Feng's black sword collided with Xuan Qingzi's flying sword. A spark fell from the sky.

The Black Qi long sword could be considered as something conjured by Vital Spirits, but it seemed to have a physical body. It was very strange.

Xuan Qingzi's expression changed, and he quickly retreated.

"What the hell is this?"

Zhao Feng??

What was wrong with him? Why did Xuan Qingzi look so nervous? Both of them were evenly matched. What was so strange about this?

Xuan Qingzi looked at Zhao Feng with fear. If they were evenly matched, he wouldn't be so flustered. He hadn't used his sword control technique yet. Many of his trump cards could be counted as his trump card.

He could defeat Zhao Feng in one strike.

However, the two of them weren't evenly matched just now. Instead, he had been suppressed.

Zhao Feng wasn't sure about this feeling, but as his opponent, Xuan Qingzi was very clear about it. In that instant just now, He even had the feeling of facing that particular organism.

The spiritual energy in his body was suppressed by seventy to eighty percent, and even a small crack appeared on his treasured flying sword.

Zhao Feng wasn't sure about all of this, but he could discover it.

"Are you Zhao Feng or have you been possessed by that black organism?"

Xuan Qingzi couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Feng snorted coldly and didn't answer. As an enemy, he had no obligation to answer Xuan Qingzi's questions. All he needed to do was to take his life.

At this moment, Zhao Feng's figure flashed and appeared beside Xuan Qingzi.

Although he did not know what was going on, it was obvious that Xuan Qingzi had been suppressed by him.

He planned to try again. The black sword slashed at Xuan Qingzi. Xuan Qingzi didn't even dare to take it head-on. He dodged the sword with a flash.

It wasn't that Xuan Qingzi didn't want to take it. It was because the flying sword in his hand was a treasure that he had painstakingly obtained. If it collided with Zhao Feng's black sword, it would probably be destroyed.

Furthermore, the feeling of all the Vital Spirits in his body being suppressed was really not good. He didn't want to experience it a second time.

Zhao Feng's sword missed. He was a little stunned. What was going on?

Xuan Qingzi had escaped. This was a Foundation Establishment stage existence. He had actually escaped in front of him.

If not for the fact that he could sense the Qi of the Foundation Establishment expert on Xuan Qingzi's body, he would have even suspected that it was. It was not someone pretending to be Xuan Qingzi.

At this moment, Xuan Qingzi's expression was extremely unsightly as well. Even though he was only worried that his magic treasure would be damaged this time, this had already caused him to lose a lot of face.

If this were to spread, Xuan Qingzi, who was at the Foundation Establishment realm, would become famous. When he was fighting a Qi warrior, he ran away without fighting. Where did he put his face?

"Crimson Flame Secret Art, Heavenly Fire Burning Mountain."

Zhao Feng only saw balls of black flames rising from the ground around him.

Disaster, ominous, this seemed to contain all kinds of emotions. Zhao Feng still did not understand what was going on. A ball of black flames wrapped around him.

As soon as they came into contact, Zhao Feng's first feeling was actually cold and not hot. However, the clothes on his body started burning, and intense pain came from his legs.

Zhao Feng quickly bent down, wanting to extinguish the flame, but it did not have any effect. Instead, the flame became more and more intense.

"Haha, it's useless. This is the heavenly fire set up by my senior from the Crimson Flame Immortal Sect. Without the cultivation of the Golden Core realm, there's no way to extinguish it."

Although Xuan Qingzi was laughing, his eyes were filled with heartache. This black flame was only a technique left behind by the ancestors of the Crimson Flame Immortal Sect to protect the sect.

A little bit was a little bit less. In order to deal with Zhao Feng, using this kind of thing would make his heart ache. However, when he thought that Zhao Feng was about to die under this flame, the feeling of heartache vanished once again.

As long as he killed Zhao Feng, no one in the Ancient Martial World would be able to make him use this kind of flame. This could be considered to be the best use for him.1

Just when he thought that Zhao Feng would be burned to death like this, all the black flames in the surroundings seemed to have received some kind of stimulation.

They flew towards Zhao Feng one after another. However, not only did the fire not show any signs of expanding, it instead became smaller and smaller.

It was as if there was a suction force in Zhao Feng's body. It kept absorbing the fire.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

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