Chapter 1282      Ba Zu’s regret!

Yan Fei's soul was observing the Master of Ba. After he said something, Master of Ba's heart trembled. After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Master of Ba had already realized his recklessness.

Invisibly, the fighting spirit of the Master of Wu became weaker, and the murderous aura and corpse aura outside his body were weakening. All these changes could not escape Yan Fei's observation.

OK, this is the result.

Even if you regret it today, even if you don’t want to fight, you can’t help it.

Yan Fei saw the opportunity, and the sword element in his body was extremely circulating. The Mingsha God Sword in his hand buzzed. The aura of the Master of the Bo was weakening, but Yan Fei was constantly increasing.

After three or five breaths, Yan Fei once again entered the state of unity of human and sword.

His body flickered, as fast as a black thunder, heading straight for the ancestor of Ba.

The distance of dozens of feet was a flash for Yan Fei. The sword light shone, and the ancestor Ba suddenly came to his senses.

When he came back to his senses, Yan Fei was only a few feet away from him.

Fighting intention is an abstract existence. Fighting intention is not a direct combat power, but it is the most important factor that urges combat power. If a warrior with relatively low cultivation has strong fighting spirit, he can maximize his strength. Even if he faces an opponent with higher strength and higher level, he can still win. On the contrary, even if a warrior has slightly higher strength, once he has no fighting spirit, he will not be able to fully exert his cultivation. Even if he faces an opponent with slightly lower strength, he is very likely to lose.

This is the case at this moment. Yan Fei's words invisibly greatly weakened the fighting spirit of the ancestor.

Once he had concerns in his heart, it was impossible for Wu Zu to forcibly increase his fighting spirit. He could only use his strength as much as possible to resist.

However, what Yan Fei lacks here is the will to fight.

The lives of millions of mortals in the Frost City, and the eyes that pin their hopes on themselves are Yan Fei's fighting spirit.

The brothers’ expectations for themselves are Yan Fei’s fighting spirit.

The injured old Qingniu, Yinglong King, and the little Hei were also Yan Fei's fighting spirit.

No matter who it is for, Yan Fei will fight to the end, and he will win the battle until the last breath.

Originally, Yan Fei, whose cultivation has improved again, is not much inferior to the Ba Zu. Now, one has a high fighting spirit, but the other has a weak fighting spirit. This time, Yan Fei rushed forward, like a tiger in the mountains, with his sword coming out like a rainbow and his sword falling silently.

brush!

Just swept across with a sword, and Zu Wu was a little confused.

Fight or not? This human being is not weak. Today I have to fight with him. Even if I win, I will probably have to consume a lot, and maybe I will be seriously injured.

At this time, preserving strength is the key. Which race takes action first will definitely weaken its strength, and then it will definitely be eaten by a group of wolves.

Alas, a mistake, it was a mistake. As the leader of the clan, how could I make such an absurd decision?

The Master Wu was upset.

I just wanted to expand the territory and get more corpse sources for refining corpses. This is not a mistake. I just didn't expect that this poor family was so tough that it was a difficult bone to crack.

If you don’t fight, you won’t be able to fight now.

Could it be that my ancestor, I, still defeated and ran away when facing a small human?

In this way, although I can save my strength, I am in the group

In Ba’s heart, my dignity will definitely be greatly reduced.

Zu Wu was in a dilemma for a moment.

It’s not true that fighting is not true.

Yan Fei didn't care about that much, the sword edge became sharper, the sword element infused became stronger and stronger, and the sword energy contained the power of chaos.

There were three swords in an instant, but these three swords were still avoided by the ancestor of Ba.

Yan Fei, who was in power, had his sword energy coming out of his body, and all the swords flew together. At the same time, he manifested his clone and used the Yin-Yang and Five Elements clone technique. Various sword skills were used one after another. In this way, the Mahara of several feet tall could not bear it.

Retreat step by step, retreat step by step, and be passive from the beginning. It is not easy to reverse the situation.

After about a cup of tea, Ba Zu was once again hit by Yan Fei's flying sword.

The wound was not big or serious, but it did hurt Wu Zu.

As ten thousand swords flew together, this flying sword was equivalent to opening a head. Then, the second sword also cut a hole from the body of the ancestor, and then the third and fourth...

For a moment, the famous ancestor of the ancient Nine Ancestors actually showed a bit of a shocked by Yan Fei.

The crowd bars were shocked in their eyes. They didn't know what had happened between Yan Fei and the ancestors. They saw only the result. In their opinion, their emperor was not Yan Fei's opponent.

The morale of the group monks also began to decline.

On the top of the city, everyone in the poor family knew that the opportunity was right in front of them.

So, no one knew who shouted, and the poor people began to fight fiercely against the group of corpses and the army of corpses in a mad manner.

The situation took a sharp turn, and the crowd was forced to retreat by the poor people.

The combat effectiveness of the Corpse Leader Army has also been weakened a lot. On the contrary, the poor families are now high in fighting spirit, rushing up like tigers and wolves, completely ignoring their own life and death. The three old Qingniu just now defended the Frost City with their lives, and Yan Fei, who is now fighting to the end when facing the Master of Ba, made everyone tell themselves in their hearts that if I don’t fight, I will look down on myself.

As a result, the number of casualties of the Ba tribe began to increase, and the army of corpses, which had already suffered heavy losses, also disappeared in large numbers.

Wu Zu felt even more regretful.

The attack on the poor family was to enhance the strength of the Ba clan, but so far, the Ba clan suffered heavy losses, and the deal was a loss.

Once distracted.

The Mingsha God Sword in Yan Fei's hand pierced directly into the lower abdomen of Wu Zu with a puff. The force of this sword stabbed was not light, and one-third of the sword body was immersed in the body of Wu Zu.

Zu Wu let out a shrill scream, and his eyes stared at Yan Fei fiercely. Yan Fei looked at Zi's four eyes. Facing the hideous and terrifying face, he was not afraid at all.

On the contrary, when Wu Zu saw the evil smile on the corner of Yan Fei's mouth, he felt a little fear.

In an instant, a voice finally appeared in the heart of Master Wu.

He didn't know Yan Fei, but vaguely, Yan Fei's eyes seemed to give him a little familiar feeling.

"Can you... no, this is impossible, how is this possible? How can you be him? How many years have passed in a blink of an eye. Didn't he have ascended to the divine realm long ago? It's impossible."
Chapter completed!