Murong Yizhen grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, and decided to unleash his ultimate technique, merging with his sword to transform into a streak of inky black light as he charged toward Qin Feng.
Qin Feng quickly devised a countermeasure: he activated Thunderstrike, and a bolt of blue and red lightning struck the black light.
Boom!
A tremendous roar instantly resounded throughout the entire world, almost deafening.
Along with that came massive energy ripples, forcing Leng Yuexi and the others, who were watching from afar, to set up defensive lines.
The two exchanged a single blow and immediately separated.
Murong Yi's angry and ferocious expression changed slightly. His hand holding the ink sword trembled a little, and the light emanating from the ink sword dimmed considerably. His heart grew even heavier.
Things seemed to have gone against his expectations once again; his opponent was even stronger than he had imagined.
Qin Feng's expression remained unchanged, and he began to pay even more attention to Murong Yi. His hand was also a little sore from the earlier exchange of blows.
He stared at Murong Yi without saying a word, but the Star Sword changed.
It transformed into a lightning sword once more, but unlike before, this time it was an enraged lightning sword, with blue and red lightning violently churning and leaping across its blade.
It exuded a sword aura far more fierce than before, and its combat power was visibly enhanced.
Murong Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, let out a soft breath, and the ink sword in his hand shone brightly once again, even more so than before.
The two sides did not speak.
Murong Yi saw that Qin Feng was enveloped in blue and red lightning, but this time the red lightning accounted for a larger proportion.
And then there's the sky over where Qin Feng is. It was clear and sunny just a moment ago, but now it's filled with thunder and looks like it's about to rain.
Before Murong Yi could think further, Qin Feng had already unleashed his killing move, Thunderstrike.
This time, Qin Feng not only used Thunderstrike, but also combined it with "Heavenly Wrath," making the two moves even more powerful.
As his opponent, Murong Yi naturally sensed this, and at this moment he abandoned all distractions and focused on fighting his enemy.
A thick, dark aura emanated from him, making him appear even more sinister and mysterious, despite already wearing a mask.
Sizzle.
Boom!
Qin Feng arrived amidst a constant roar.
Murong Yi's gaze sharpened, and the light of his ink sword spread like ink. Once again, he became one with his sword and entered a state of selfless killing intent.
Clang.
This time, the noise wasn't as great as the last time, but it set the tone for the battle.
Murong Yi was defeated and his demonic transformation subsided. His black armor came off, revealing his fine clothes and elegant appearance, and he returned to his former appearance as a handsome young man.
However, his hand holding the sword trembled violently, and the jet-black sword looked as if it had lost its color, like a failed work by a swordsmith.
His pale face had an unnatural flush.
Murong Yi knew he had been completely defeated this time; he was so badly beaten that he could barely maintain his demonic transformation.
He stared blankly at Qin Feng, at this man he had never met before.
Qin Feng suppressed the churning blood within him, the lightning dissipated from his body, and he returned to his normal appearance. He also carried the Star Sword behind his back.
He stood ramrod straight, his eyes were calm, and he looked composed and confident, determined not to lose in terms of presence!
His hand gripping the sword loosened and tightened several times, causing some pain and numbness.
He also noticed Murong Yi's condition, which was even worse than his own. If he didn't strike now, when would he?
Qin Feng quickly regained his composure, gripping the Star Sword tightly, his aura surging, his fighting spirit soaring.
He made a decisive move and launched another attack.
Murong Yi was jolted awake by Qin Feng's offensive, realizing that thinking about anything else now would be futile. His eyes flashed with a cold, ruthless glint.
He removed the black mask with his left hand, revealing his fair face, and looked at Qin Feng, who was approaching with murderous intent.
He muttered something under his breath, and the mask in his hand transformed into a figure that resembled him.
The figure had no facial features. After appearing, it naturally took the ink sword from his hand and took the initiative to greet Qin Feng.
Qin Feng didn't know what he was planning, but seeing the figure approaching, he decided to eliminate it first.
Murong Yi's pale face revealed a strange smile, and his eyes were filled with malice. While the figure was dealing with Qin Feng, he took out a fruit.
The fruit's aroma filled the air, reminding Dongfang Yue of the delicious taste she had just enjoyed.
She couldn't help but ask, "What is that? Why does it taste a bit like the one we just had? But it feels like this fruit is a bit late, like it's not ripe yet."
Leng Yuexi and Ao Ling exchanged a smile but did not answer. They were well-informed and could tell at a glance what it was.
This is the fruit nurtured by the divine soul.
However, the small fruit in Murong Yi's hand was indeed, as Dongfang Yue had said, far from ripe.
Leng Yuexi now understood why this person had come looking for trouble in such a huff; it turned out he had just taken someone else's fruit. No wonder.
Holding the Soul Fruit, Murong Yi listened to Dongfang Yue's words, and his emotions, which he had finally managed to calm down, couldn't help but become excited again.
Doesn't he know that the Soul Fruit isn't ready yet?
He had previously fought with Yuan Hong because of the Black Fiend incident, but he didn't get the better of him and was even injured. He picked the fruit in advance to recuperate.
Now that the biggest one has been ruined again, Murong Yizhen became angrier and angrier, and glared fiercely at Dongfang Yue.
Dongfang Yue was bewildered by his inexplicable hatred, and involuntarily shrank back, muttering to herself, "What kind of person is this?"
Murong Yi looked at the figure fighting for him and Qin Feng, readjusted his mindset, and his sinister gaze revealed determination, knowing that he didn't have much time left.
He immediately sat down cross-legged and put the Soul Fruit into his mouth.
In an instant, Murong Yi's aura underwent a significant change, steadily increasing.
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