The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 4242: I tried my best! (one more)

"It's a trap!"

Yan Kun's pupils shrank. From Feng Lie's sword, he felt the aura connected to the Immortal Sword.

Obviously, Feng Lie's sword is also one of the four swords of Zhuxian, it is the trapping sword, but he transformed it into a war sword.

"Hey, have some vision!"

"The Immortal Trapping Sword in the Four Swords of Zhu Xian has been re-forged by me, mixing the heart of the demon dragon, the bones of the demon tiger, the blood of the demon wolf essence, etc., to create the immortal trapping sword, and the quality is comparable to that of the Great Source Soldier!"

Feng Lie flicked the edge of the blade, and the Immortal Demon Sword made a sigh-like sound like a sigh of a demon, shaking his mind.

Aside from the difference in cultivation, Feng Lie was far more arrogant than Yan Kun in terms of weapons alone.

"Kill!"

However, Yan Kun did not flinch, but instead aroused fighting spirit in his eyes.

Taking advantage of Fenglie's self-satisfaction, Yan Kun made a surprise attack, stabbing Fenglie's heart at a tricky angle.

"You're so brave, do you still want to sneak attack?"

Feng Lie snorted, and a knife rolled up the sky with demonic energy, like a turbulent ocean, and suddenly slashed on Yan Kun's Immortal Sword.

Zheng!

Swords clashed, causing shocking waves.

Original Qi is like a tide, and it is constantly surging.

Pfft!

Yan Kun suffered a backlash and vomited blood on the spot. He looked extremely embarrassed. He stumbled back a dozen steps and almost fell into the abyss.

The wind is strong, but it is as stable as Mount Tai, and it does not appear to be shaken in the slightest.

The realm gap between the two is too great!

"Hehe, an ant, rotten bones and broken soul, suppressed me!"

Feng Lie shouted, and with a move of his left hand, a terrifying force shot out, carrying the demonic energy of rotting bones and shattering souls, and slammed into Yan Kun's body.

Yan Kun groaned, and suddenly felt colic in his internal organs, and the bones of his whole body seemed to be split open.

The strength of Feng Lie is extremely vicious. He wants to torture Yan Kun severely, causing him to suffer so much that his bones will be shattered and die.

Yan Kun held his sword against the ground, gritted his teeth and held back, not letting himself fall.

"Have the backbone, I see how long you can hold on, let's go!"

Feng Lie laughed, waved his hand, and led the person to the chain bridge.

In his eyes, Yan Kun is already a corpse, so there is no need to entangle him.

"Stop!"

"Want to cross the bridge unless I stepped on my body!"

Yan Kun's eyes were cracked, he suddenly stood up and stopped in front of Feng Lie and the others.

"You still don't want to give up?"

Feng Lie's eyes turned cold, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense, and slashed at Yan Kun's head with a knife.

"Fenye Tianjing explodes!"

However, before Yan Kun waited for the Feng Lie Demon Saber to reach him, the blood essence all over his body condensed with all his might, and a blood crystal condensed in his hand.

The next moment, the aura of Hongmeng rolled, and the blood crystal exploded!

Boom!

A terrifying blast of explosive air swept out from around with Yan Kun as the center.

"Not good!"

Feng Lie's face changed suddenly.

Yan Kun is desperately trying, at the cost of burning the blood of his entire body, to unleash this terrifying explosion. The power is so powerful that it is even more terrifying than the magic of disintegrating the demons!

A mushroom cloud rises from the ground.

Between the mountains and valleys, there is a rumbling vibration.

The clouds in the sky were completely torn apart.

The resentment of the undead on the Dragon Slayer Cliff was also completely torn apart by the fluctuation of the explosion.

Countless evil spirit dragons let out a wailing cry and dissipated as a cloud of smoke.

Even Ye Luoer at the foot of the mountain felt the vibration of the explosion and could clearly see the rising smoke cloud of the explosion.

"Thirty-three days of Hong Mongolian law, Fenye Tianjing exploded! It's the bloodline magical power of the Qiankun Protoss! What happened?"

Ye Luoer's beautiful eyes shrank, and she was a little surprised by the power of the explosion.

But after a pause, she calmed down.

Because, although the explosion was violent, the Demon Sword Dragon King Fenglie and others were all strong in the Origin Realm. Even if their cultivation was suppressed, it would not be difficult to deal with this explosion.

Sure enough, as the smoke and dust of the explosion dissipated, Yan Kun clearly saw that Feng Lie and the others had been blasted to ashes and looked very embarrassed, but they were not injured.

"This is the power of the Origin Realm?"

Yan Kun took a deep breath. He had tried his best, but he still couldn't hurt the opponent.

It can only be said that the powerhouses of the Origin Realm are too heaven-defying, and he cannot compete with them.

The current Yan Kun's blood essence has been completely exhausted, leaving a thin layer of skin that sticks tightly to the bones.

He's out of fuel.

"Damn, how dare you try your best as an ant?"

Feng Lie's eyes narrowed, and he was a little angry. Although he was not injured, he was disgraced and disfigured by the blast.

"Death to me!"

Feng Lie shouted violently and slashed Yan Kun with his sword.

"Brother, I tried my best..."

"I only hope that you and the blood dragon can survive successfully..."

Yan Kun closed his eyes in despair as he looked at the knife light that was coming towards him.

After all, his cultivation is still too low!

"Who dares to hurt my brother?"

Seeing that Yan Kun was about to be killed, at this moment, an earth-shattering shout exploded.

I saw a pitch-black sword, slashing across the sky in an instant, slamming into the windy immortal trapping sword with a ding sound.

Feng Lie only felt a burst of dark Origin Qi, as well as the fire of burning the sky, mixed with a terrifying aura of destruction, slaughtered frantically, and hurriedly drew a knife and retreated.

A young figure, like a frightening dragon, flashed over from the other side of the chain bridge in an instant.

It's Ye Chen!

"You are Marven Ye?"

Feng Lie clenched the immortal trapping sword tightly and looked up and down at Ye Chen.

Marven Ye's breath is only in the late stage of the Holy Ancestor Realm, but Feng Lie is not careless and is on guard.

"Big brother..."

When Yan Kun saw Ye Chen coming, his face was full of excitement, and he coughed violently.

His flesh and blood has been burned, and he can hardly hold it.

"It's alright, I'm here, gossip Tiandanshu!"

Ye Chen supported Yan Kun, waved his left hand, and used the gossip technique.

However, the damage to Yan Kun's flesh and blood is too serious, even the Bagua Heavenly Elixir technique cannot cure it.

Ye Chen made a decisive decision, took out another drop of blood essence, and said, "You eat it."

This drop of blood essence belongs to Tianxin Jiandie.

Marven Ye originally wanted to give it to Xiao Huang, but now that Yan Kun was at stake, he did not hesitate to give it to Yan Kun directly.

"Thank you bro."

Yan Kun was very grateful, and immediately ingested the blood of Tianxin Jiandie, and immediately felt comfortable throughout his body.

With this drop of blood essence and Ye Chen's gossip technique, he can recover as long as he rests for a while.

But the question is, where does the enemy have time to rest?

Whether it is possible to leave Dragon Slayer Cliff alive is a problem.

"You two, get out of here if you don't want to die!"

Feng Lie clenched the demon sword tightly, his eyes fierce.

Vaguely, Feng Lie noticed something different, Ye Chen and Yan Kun might be just pretense.

The pretense of procrastination!

There's definitely something big going on over there!

Although Feng Lie didn't see the real picture due to the existence of the ban, he only saw the misty mist and rosy glow, but in the dark, he captured a trace of ritual atmosphere.

The legendary Primordial Ancestral Dragon seems to be carrying out some kind of ceremony to pass on his lifelong cultivation to outsiders.

Once the ceremony is successful, it's all over.