Peerless Martial Soul

The previous monster was only more than two meters high, but this monster was more than three meters tall, as tall as a small house, and their overall appearance was not much different, but the surface of this monster's body was wearing heavy armor and the weapons in his hands were also Changed to a spear!

Chen Feng smiled bitterly, and said, "The monsters in front are all small soldiers, this time there is a captain!"

After seeing Chen Feng, the monster rushed towards Chen Feng and stepped on the ground. Every step you step into is a deep pit. The spear in your hand is the size of a tree trunk. It is huge and sinister!

Chen Feng formed a bright handprint in his hand, and the second move, the wheel seal of the King Kong, slammed out, and slammed into the monster holding the spear.

But this spear demon captain is obviously better than the previous ones. After Chen Feng’s Donkey Kong wheel print was shot, he only melted half of his spear, and the remaining half of the spear was heavily directed towards Chen Feng. Bumped.

When Chen Feng made a mistake, Misty stepped out in time and stepped aside.

The gun hit the ground, knocking the ground out of a big pit, enchanting magic.

Although Chen Feng escaped, the gas consumption was very high, and the consumption of Misty Step was the biggest.

The Captain of the Spear Demon Soldier, seeing that this blow was useless to Chen Feng, let out a hoarse roar in his throat, and once again killed him.

Under Chen Feng's battle, he had already estimated his strength: the strength was a level higher than the long sword magic soldier just now, and it was basically equivalent to the strength of the second stage and peak of the second building in the Divine Sect Realm.

He knew that his Donkey Kong wheel seal was not enough to deal with him, but Chen Feng had other ways.

The Ziyue Sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath and slashed out with a heavy knife. It was the second move of the Thunder Tyrant Sword, the lightning strike!

Tyrant Lightning struck out with nine knives in succession, and after the nine knives were cut out, a purple electric grid appeared out of thin air in the air, densely covering the body of the spear demon captain.

Ghosts and the like are most afraid of Tianwei, so Chen Feng with the purple power grid is the most effective against ghosts and the like.

The creatures made up of this kind of devilish energy are also very afraid, but their effect is slightly worse.

Although the captain of the spear demon soldier is huge, he is actually quite flexible. He avoided Chen Feng's three swords and blocked the three swords with the spear in his hand. Only three swords slashed on his body and cut off one of his arms. , And left a huge wound on his left body.

The purple grid flowed through him, melting his body by about a third.

The leader of the spear demon army roared and continued to rush towards Chen Feng.

It took Chen Feng a full cup of tea and four lightning strikes to kill him.

However, there was not much qi in Chen Feng's body. Seeing the spear demon captain turned into devil and disappeared, Chen Feng sighed.

He walked forward for a while, the white mist faded away, and later, it had completely disappeared.

Chen Feng finally saw where he was. After seeing it clearly, a word popped out in his mind: Ancient Battlefield.

The earth is blood-red, and the sky above it is blood-red. The sun hangs half-deadly in the sky, with limited light shining down, and the ground is a scorched earth mixed with black and blood-red ginseng.

On the ground, you can see fragmented weapons, as well as human and animal bones.

There are only bones, no trace of flesh and blood!

From time to time, black devilish energy appeared from below the ground. At first glance, I didn't know how big it was. It was desolate everywhere. It seemed that Chen Feng was the only one.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, and some devil energy was sucked into his body, making him feel like he was burning with fire, very uncomfortable.

Chen Feng knew that he couldn't continue on his way now.

He found a small hill and found a shallow cave to hide in a place leeward, and then took out the spirit stone to absorb it, replenish the qi, and restore his strength.

When Chen Feng was cultivating, Ziyue stood on his shoulder and looked at him, saying nothing, quietly, and not disturbing him.

But her expression was a little lingering and she couldn't lift her spirits. It seemed that the devilish energy here had done a lot of harm to her spiritual body.

Chen Feng said to Ziyue: "Ziyue, or else go in and hide!"

Ziyue shook her head. She looked at Chen Feng with sadness in her eyes: "Chen Feng, I have a very bad premonition on this trip to the Demon Valley."

"We have just appeared on the periphery, and the ones we have just encountered should be just humble pawns. It is hard to imagine what kind of monsters the devilish energy condenses in the inner periphery."

"And how terrifying is the suppressed Devil? This time it is really dangerous."

Chen Feng nodded, but there was a touch of unquestionable determination in his eyes: "I know it is indeed dangerous this time. After seeing the situation here, I also know that the possibility of surviving the teacher and uncle is indeed extremely slim."

"But I still have to go down, even if the uncle is dead, I will find his relics, bring them back to the sect, set up a burial mound for him, and let his soul return!"

"If not, Master Uncle is a lonely ghost, wandering in this world alone."

Ziyue smiled and said, "Everything is up to you."

Then she looked at Chen Feng. What was rare in her eyes was not the naughty and savage ones in the past, but became gentle as water: "Then I won't be able to go in. I want to stay here, accompany you more, and tell you speak."