Chapter 1689 Stealing the Supreme Power
Chapter 1689 Stealing the Supreme Power
As soon as the words fell, the Canglong Sword in Liu Feng's hand had disappeared, and it reappeared behind the young man in white robe.
The fierce sword qi rattled the white-robed young man's robe, but he himself still stood there with a reassuring smile on the corner of his mouth.
Seeing that the battle started below, the descendant of the demigod only felt that the result was too far from what he expected.
"Brother Proctor, didn't you agree that you went out first?" The descendant of the demigod circled quickly above Liu Feng's head, and his tone seemed a little puzzled, even with a little resentment.
"You are bewitched by this guy. What he said is all lies. Only by killing him first can we be truly safe." Liu Feng took a moment to glance at the descendant of the demigod, and soon his attention returned to the young man in white robe .
The Canglong Sword flew beside him for a long time, the sword's aura was as compelling as ever, but it just couldn't cut it down, as if it had encountered an unbreakable barrier.
The corner of Liu Feng's mouth was slightly pursed, and the divinity immediately attached to the energy, transferred all the way to the Canglong Sword, and then slowly penetrated into the body of the white-robed youth.
Liu Feng's face quickly showed a strange color.
"What's the matter, Master Proctor?" Kai Liling was the first to notice Liu Feng's strangeness, and asked involuntarily.
Nothing else happened to them here.
"Brother Proctor?" The descendant of the demigod didn't understand Liu Feng's words, and wanted to ask something, but when he saw Liu Feng's appearance, he gave up and became curious with Kai Liling.
"That guy seems to have the same aura as the Supreme Skeleton!" Liu Feng frowned, looked at the descendant of the demigod, and asked, "Little sister, what did you do with him before I came?"
"Ah?" The descendant of the demigod was a little confused when asked.
"Your Highness, what the agent is saying is, have you ever had contact with that white-robed guy!" Kai Liling asked Liu Feng's words slightly more tactfully.
Liu Feng's question about Shi Ziao was too direct, and people who didn't know it would think that he was here to seize the room.
It would be easier for Kai Liling to answer this question. The descendant of the demigod quickly reacted, nodded and said, "Before you came, I fought with him for a day and a night! I fought with those little snakes first, and then I fought with him in close combat." , Then he got tired and released the little snake again!"
The strength of the white-robed young man is too far behind the demigod's descendants. If he fights her hand-to-hand from the beginning, he won't be able to last for a while.
The snake-headed puppets are tireless and don't know pain. It is undoubtedly a smart way to release the snake-headed puppet to consume the power of the demigod descendant before fighting her.
But it is unnecessary to release the snake head man later.
It stands to reason that by that time the battle would have ended long ago, and if the snake-headed man was released, it would be considered a shameless act by the white-robed youth.
The game can't go on like this.
The surprising thing between them is that after the hand-to-hand fight, the game is still going on. If it is said that the white-robed youth did not plot something from the descendant of the demigod, no one will believe it.
"Puppet first, then close combat, and then puppet..." Liu Feng silently read the order of battle between the demigod descendant and the white-robed youth, his eyes full of thought.
The Canglong Sword was still trying to break the restraint around the white-robed youth. Although he couldn't hurt that guy, he didn't have to think about how to move.
Liu Feng's Canglong Sword is enough to block all the space around the young man in white robe.
The descendant of the demigod couldn't understand the content of the communication between the few people, but he could hear Liu Feng's determination.
Since the acting brother must kill the puppet guy, she will definitely not stop it.
Thinking of this, the descendant of the demigod gradually flew back to the sky, not coming down to disturb them.
Liu Feng didn't expect how the young man in white robe would obtain the power of the supreme skeleton from the descendant of the demigod.
But he had already guessed that the order of battle was related to the power of the white-robed youth to obtain the Supreme Skeleton.
"Your Excellency, how long do you think the power of the Supreme Skeleton can keep you?" Liu Feng put his hands behind his back, took two steps forward, and asked jokingly.
The smile on the face of the young man in white robe never disappeared. Facing Liu Feng's joking question, he did not respond directly, but smiled more evilly.
"I don't need the power of the Supreme Skeleton to protect me for a long time, I just need to stimulate the nerves of His Highness's brain, and that's it!"
A confident voice came from Liu Feng's ears, and it was only addressed to him.
"Big words!" Liu Feng snorted coldly, his divinity erupted instantly, and with the Canglong Sword wrapped around him, he quickly struck at the young man in white robe.
Although he said so in his mouth, he had no idea in his heart, so he just wanted to kill people as soon as possible.
"Have you lost your temper? It's useless!" Now, the young man in white robes mocked Liu Feng.
It has to be said that his ability to provoke and stimulate other people's nerves is really high. Even Liu Feng, who has been quiet all year round, can't calm down at this time.
The speed of the Canglong Sword's flying was so fast that the naked eye could hardly catch it, and the sound of the dragon's chant resounded throughout the space of Wuju Land.
The descendant of the demigod was watching with gusto. She believed more than Liu Feng herself that the young man in white robe could not do two tricks under the Canglong Sword.
"Your Highness, your acting brother is about to die with me, as well as the Chief Priestess over there!"
An ethereal and evil voice came from the demigod descendant's ear, and she subconsciously stopped flying when she heard it, and angrily said: "Don't try to lie to me, I will never believe your words again!"
"Of course you don't have to believe my words, but..." The white-robed youth paused, then continued to laugh: "Can't you feel the weakening of the space around you?"
Wujizhitu was trembling when Liu Feng released the Canglongjian sword energy. Now, after several rounds of fighting, it has begun to show signs of collapse.
The white-robed youth tirelessly transmitted sound transmissions to the descendants of the demigods to popularize the explosive power of the Promise Land.
The supreme aura of the demigod descendants who had just shown signs of annihilation burst out again.
"If you don't save people, maybe only one person will survive!"
The last sentence of the white-robed youth fell, and the power of the Supreme Skeleton that he had stolen from his body disappeared.
"Bah!"
The Canglong sword sank into the heart of the young man in white robe, and the bright red blood continued to slide down the sword body.
The white-robed young man's chest was directly stained red with blood, and blood gushed out of his mouth, but he didn't care at all, and there was even a contented smile in his eyes.
Liu Feng faintly sensed that something was wrong, but it was too late, and the long-suppressed roar of the demigod descendant came from behind.
This time, she couldn't hold back anymore, she directly transformed into her original body, and the surging force slowly cracked the endless soil.
"No, the foundation of the Promise Land has been damaged, and it is about to explode. We must leave before then!" Liu Feng frowned, and quickly returned to Kai Liling and Chu Tian's side, reminding him.
He thought of thousands of possible damaging moves that the white-robed youth could make, but he forgot to beware of the descendants of demigods.
The white-robed young man attacked the most unstable existence, the descendant of the demigod, and now the few of them have little hope of escaping.
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