C102 (1/2)

”You are very arrogant, even more arrogant than any other heaven's pride expert of Human Clan that I've seen!” Fengya said as he looked at Hong Ling's relaxed appearance. However, you shouldn't spoil my fun playing games again and again! He shouldn't have beaten me! You must know that doing this will make me very unhappy! ”

”Not happy?” Hong Ling raised his eyebrows, ”If you're not happy, it's none of my business!”

Fengya's pupils instantly contracted as a layer of frost gradually condensed on his face. It was as if he had heard something that was both infuriating and hilarious. He looked at Hong Ling as if he was looking at a dead man.

”Do you know that by the time you say those words, I had already made you my target!” A long spear appeared in Fengya's hand, which was actually not one bit weaker than the Earth Rank magic tool that was used for the ancient halberd. His spear shook, and ripples appeared in the air.

Hong Ling's lips curled up and raised an eyebrow. His eyes were filled with curiosity as he laughed: ”Must I kill someone? You can try, but I want to know, what is the difference between a so-called Peng Prince and an ordinary Demonic Beast! ”

Strands of dark golden flowing light gathered in the center of his right palm, slowly condensing into a perfect line shape of the Sorrow Spirit. The Authentic Qi in the palm of the teenager spat out, and the dark golden sword instantly burst out with a resplendent sword ray. He casually pulled back his sword and stared at Fengya who was standing there with his spear, his eyes filled with fanatical fighting intent. How could a Perfection of the Qi Transformation stage Peng Clan, who was also a young Royal Family, not cause his blood to boil?

Fengya looked at the Sorrow Spirit Sword in Hong Ling's hands, his eyes flashing with light. It was this long sword that had cut off his halberd, forcing him to take out his spare spear. This time, he would definitely grind the bones and scatter the ashes of the young man in white dressed in Human Clan. This sword would become a spoil of war, a testament to his progress towards the peak of cultivation! When Fengya thought here, the long spear in his hand trembled, and a cold ray of light pierced towards Hong Ling's chest. The Peng race was known for their speed. This time, when he made his move, he unleashed his killing intent. Clearly, he wanted to kill Hong Ling with one move. However, he seemed to have underestimated the reaction speed of this youth who was only at the middle stage of Qi Refinement into Spirit.

Clang! A spark flashed, the Sorrow Spirit's dark golden sword blade had blocked the spear's tip that was glowing with a cold light. Hong Ling grinned, the moment Fengya suddenly attacked, he had already flipped the Sorrow Spirit in his hands, with his sword across his chest, blocking the attack that the Peng Clan Prince would definitely kill. However, even though he had dispelled Fengya's first round of attack, he did not manage to get rid of the spear's attack. When Fengya's attack failed, he kicked the spear shaft, causing the body of the spear to curve into a half arc, and collapse instantly.

Chi, the sharp tip of the spear, in the instant when the spear tip straightened itself, slid towards the back of Sorrow Spirit's sword, breaking the seal placed on the sword by the sword, like a venomous snake, it pierced towards Hong Ling's forehead. The youth's pupils constricted and he exerted strength with his foot tip. He lightly tapped it and his figure flashed backwards a Zhang. Before he could even stand firm, Fengya's spear tip had arrived and pierced through his throat. The berserk spear light made all the hairs on his body stand on end! Fengya was indeed worthy of being called the Roc Clan's Roc Clan's Heaven's Pride. He was extremely fast and extremely powerful, he was the only person Hong Ling had ever seen in his generation. There was no time for him to dodge. He could only extend his left hand to grab the spear's tip, allowing it to slide backwards.

The youth's legs dug two deep fissures into the ground. His left palm was cut by the sharp spear light, and in an instant, blood began to flow, staining the spear's white tassel red. Seeing that he actually dared to grab onto the tip of his spear, Fengya laughed sinisterly. With a spit of the Demonic Power in his palm, the long spear trembled. Chi. Hong Ling's left hand was struck away by the spear. Instantly, his body became badly mutilated, and traces of blood were left in the air.

Fengya retracted his spear, looked at the young man's miserable state, then looked at his left hand that was badly mutilated, with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes. To the demon race, human blood was the most attractive. This blood was filled with the pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth. As long as they could swallow it, they would be able to speed up the cultivation speed of the Demonic Power in their bodies.

”Swallow him. I must devour him. This youth has the blood of a dragon. Once I devour him, I will be able to awaken the Roc Emperor blood in my body.” At that time, there will no longer be any obstacles in my path of cultivation. Even the old fellows in the clan will have a whole new level of respect for me! ” Fengya took a careful sniff at the blood Qi left in the air by Hong Ling, his eyes filled with intoxication. This kind of blood energy was too exciting.

Hong Ling frowned, even though he was in the middle stage of Qi Refinement into Spirit and had blocked Fengya's attack, he seemed to still be at a disadvantage. This was also very normal. After all, wanting to cross realms with two ranks to challenge this Peng race's pride level expert was already an extremely difficult matter. He let out a long sigh, knowing that if this went on, he would never be able to win. Furthermore, just now, Fengya was only testing the waters and did not go all out. Otherwise, with his level of strength, why would he waste his time on a middle stage Qi Refinement into Spirit like him?!

Weng, the Sorrow Spirit instantly turned one to nine and protected him. With a thought, all the Sword Qi on the swords turned into a powerful storm and rushed towards Fengya.

”Is this, the legendary Sword Manipulation!?” Fengya frowned. He could sense that within the tempest formed by the longsword, there was an extremely dangerous aura. ”Sword intent, he actually comprehended sword intent!”