Zhang Yan’s bloody-qi and spiritual energy were growing wildly. Regardless of his physical condition, he had only one purpose in mind, that is, killing the Elder Feng to revenge Fatty. He now completely lost his mind and was surrounded by the fast-growing blood-red fog which was the xuesha energy formed from the burning of the bloody-qi, also known as the massacre energy. It became more and more powerful.
The insane Zhang Yan charged toward the Elder Feng with his stone sword. This time, his sword was like an ordinary one with all the energy hidden within it. But the unvisible explosive energy still scared the Elder Feng with life threatening. He dared not to be careless and stabbed his sword toward Zhang Yan immediately.
The two swords burst out two beams of super strong sword gas－the red one rushed toward the Elder Feng and the other stronger green one Zhang Yan. They collided into each other in the midair, but with no one took the upper hand.
All of a sudden, the spiritual pattern inscribed on Zhang Yan’s sword was activated. The red sword gas formed a wave with extreme force of penetration, passed directly through the sword gas from the Elder Feng and hit toward him. He produced a spiritual shield at once. But the gas from Zhang Yan was so fierce that it broke the shield in a second and hit on the Elder Feng, leaving a huge wound on his chest. He retreated more than ten feet away before standing still. His strong cultivation offset most of the sword gas, so he just got serious injury, without risk of life. If it had shot on a warrior with a bit lower cultivation, he would definitely be cut into two pieces.
The Elder Feng looked at the wound in great shock and became greedier for Zhang Yan. However, there was a hint of fear in the greed. He did not know if Zhang Yan could still display such a powerful sword. If Zhang Yan could and hit on the Elder Feng himself again, he would definitely die. He stood in effortless, robbed of movement and gazed at Zhang Yan coldly.
As for Zhang Yan, heisted mainly all his energy and he breathed hard. His body had been overloaded and he would die at any time. But he did not care about that and mobilized his few energies to insist on forming the Real Asura again.
More powerful imposing manner than before was brewing in his body, which threatened the Elder Feng. He was shocked to stare at Zhang Yan. He knew this coming attack could injure him seriously, even kill him. In huge panic, he dared not to gamble his own life to fight against Zhang Yan anymore. He covered his wound with hand and drew back without hesitation.
He knew that Zhang Yan was about to begin a deadly fight with him, but he did not want to go with him. He mumbled in surprise, "Madman! Really a madman!" He quickly ran away in the opposite direction.
At present, Zhang Yan’s eyes were bloody-red, his blood-qi burning and his body overdraft. He barely supported himself with difficult breath in huge pain. However, his mind was occupied by only one thought, “Killing the Elder Feng to avenge Fatty!”
Zhang Yan’s bloody-qi and spiritual energy were growing wildly. Regardless of his physical condition, he had only one purpose in mind, that is, killing the Elder Feng to revenge Fatty. He now completely lost his mind and was surrounded by the fast-growing blood-red fog which was the xuesha energy formed from the burning of the bloody-qi, also known as the massacre energy. It became more and more powerful.
The insane Zhang Yan charged toward the Elder Feng with his stone sword. This time, his sword was like an ordinary one with all the energy hidden within it. But the unvisible explosive energy still scared the Elder Feng with life threatening. He dared not to be careless and stabbed his sword toward Zhang Yan immediately.
The two swords burst out two beams of super strong sword gas－the red one rushed toward the Elder Feng and the other stronger green one Zhang Yan. They collided into each other in the midair, but with no one took the upper hand.
All of a sudden, the spiritual pattern inscribed on Zhang Yan’s sword was activated. The red sword gas formed a wave with extreme force of penetration, passed directly through the sword gas from the Elder Feng and hit toward him. He produced a spiritual shield at once. But the gas from Zhang Yan was so fierce that it broke the shield in a second and hit on the Elder Feng, leaving a huge wound on his chest. He retreated more than ten feet away before standing still. His strong cultivation offset most of the sword gas, so he just got serious injury, without risk of life. If it had shot on a warrior with a bit lower cultivation, he would definitely be cut into two pieces.
The Elder Feng looked at the wound in great shock and became greedier for Zhang Yan. However, there was a hint of fear in the greed. He did not know if Zhang Yan could still display such a powerful sword. If Zhang Yan could and hit on the Elder Feng himself again, he would definitely die. He stood in effortless, robbed of movement and gazed at Zhang Yan coldly.
As for Zhang Yan, heisted mainly all his energy and he breathed hard. His body had been overloaded and he would die at any time. But he did not care about that and mobilized his few energies to insist on forming the Real Asura again.
More powerful imposing manner than before was brewing in his body, which threatened the Elder Feng. He was shocked to stare at Zhang Yan. He knew this coming attack could injure him seriously, even kill him. In huge panic, he dared not to gamble his own life to fight against Zhang Yan anymore. He covered his wound with hand and drew back without hesitation.
He knew that Zhang Yan was about to begin a deadly fight with him, but he did not want to go with him. He mumbled in surprise, "Madman! Really a madman!" He quickly ran away in the opposite direction.
At present, Zhang Yan’s eyes were bloody-red, his blood-qi burning and his body overdraft. He barely supported himself with difficult breath in huge pain. However, his mind was occupied by only one thought, “Killing the Elder Feng to avenge Fatty!”
