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Chapter 140 Bai Yifei's murderous intentions are revealed

"Go away, I can do it here. If you come over now, it will only distract me."

"You should know what Bai Yifei is thinking. He will never let you go. I can feel his sword intent and murderous aura." Mu Feng looked serious. The coldness was approaching quickly and Bai Yifei was very close.

Yan Lingji's expression was shocked, and she no longer hesitated. Bai Yifei, that terrifying figure, wanted to leave with a flash of fire.

However, snowflakes fell from the sky, blocking Yan Lingji's steps. The icy snow spread into the house, and the temperature inside dropped instantly. A man in blood-stained clothes slowly walked out from behind the door, looking relaxed and comfortable, even a little proud.

A blood-red figure walked in slowly, and the ice thorns continued to extend. Two swords were delivered to the left and right sides under the entanglement of the ice thorns.

A red sword and a white sword. The red sword is held in his left hand, with a bloody aura spreading around it. He holds it behind his back.

He held the white sword in his right hand, holding it high, the sword blade was icy cold, and it stood in front of him.

The red and white colors complement each other, and a cold atmosphere blooms in the house.

This time Bai Yifei came prepared, with both the red and white swords ready at the same time, and his whole body bursting with momentum. Just like Hei Bai Xuan Jian, he was at the peak of the late Grandmaster stage, with the same ceiling combat power, but the special effects were too cool, which made his strength remain unstable.

In order to deal with Mu Feng and capture Yan Lingji, Bai Yifei decided to solve the problem once and for all by directly demonstrating his powerful combat power and making the enemy fall into despair.

The surrounding ice thorns were spreading like tentacles. The surrounding temperature was dropping rapidly and thick frost formed on the ground.

The evil face had a cold expression: "They can't go anywhere."

"I will take back everything that belongs to me."

"Mu Feng, Yan Lingji, I let you get away last time. This time, this place will become your grave."

Bai Yifei was tricked by Mu Feng last time and failed to catch Yan Lingji. This time, with both the red and white swords out, Mu Feng must die and Yan Lingji cannot escape from his grasp.

Yan Lingji's expression was very angry, with flames rising from her hands and her true energy burning like fire, representing her inner anger. She said angrily, "You said that something belongs to you, but who are you?"

"You do not deserve!"

Yan Lingji was angry. From the first time Bai Yifei looked at her, she felt disgusted from the bottom of her heart.

The Blood-Robed Marquis practiced the secret technique passed down from his family, using the blood of countless young girls in order to maintain his youthful appearance. Over the years, no one knows how many people have died.

Moreover, Bai Yifei actually said in front of Mu Feng that she was his thing, and Yan Lingji simply couldn't stand it.

Mu Feng came to Yan Lingji, touched her smooth face, and said sarcastically: "Women are not things, Bai Yifei, sometimes you don't have to be so straightforward."

"Besides, she is mine now. My people wanted to capture her, but I didn't agree."

"Bai Yifei, put down that dirty heart. She doesn't belong to you, but only to me."

It is absolutely impossible to take Mu Feng's people away in front of him.

Bai Yifei's expression was icy. Mu Feng almost broke his defense again. He said coldly: "I have already given you a choice, but unfortunately you didn't seize the last chance."

Mu Feng's face was solemn, with the true energy surging in his body, and he stood in front of Yan Lingji.

Black and white Xuan Jian held two swords in his hands. The black sword rubbed against the bottom plate, creating many sparks. The white sword was carried on his left shoulder. The murderous intent was spreading and the momentum was rising step by step.

Bai Yifei drew his red and white swords. The red sword was blood red, and a bloody aura spread. The white sword was like snow, emitting bursts of cold air. The icy thorns spread as Bai Yifei walked. The cold air surged all over his body, and everything around him was frozen. The air could be heard cracking.

The two great ceilings of combat power among the Nine Songs strolled forward from both sides. Before they arrived, the terrifying pressure had already descended.

The pressure came, and Mu Feng fully activated the Yin-Yang Art, forming a golden barrier to block Yan Lingji and himself, offsetting the terrifying pressure from the two.

Holding the sword tightly in his hand, he knew this battle was inevitable and could only move forward bravely.

The momentum of the two men completely locked onto Mu Feng and Yan Lingji, and Yan Lingji had lost the chance to escape.

Mu Feng glanced at Yan Lingji. They were in tune with each other and Yan Lingji naturally understood Mu Feng's thoughts.

Mu Feng and Yan Lingji backed away from each other. At the same time, Mu Feng looked at Hei Bai Xuan Jian and sneered, "I only see the edge of the sword, but I can't see the person holding the sword."

"Black and White Xuan Jian, you have abandoned the sword in your heart. In order to become stronger and for the sake of swordsmanship, you have merged with Xuan Jian's sword spirit and become a killing machine."

"You are now a lackey of Luowang, not a swordsman. You do not have the heart of a swordsman, you do not have the dignity of a swordsman, and your hands are stained with blood."

"Now you are a slave to the sword, forever at its mercy."

As expected, Hei Bai Xuan Jian was fooled. He stared at Mu Feng with bloodthirsty eyes and said coldly, "The sword is a means to kill. If you become a dead soul under my sword, what difference will it make."

Mu Feng sneered: "There is a big difference. Such a sword and such a slave are not worthy of killing me."

Swordsman is a title used in the martial arts world, it is upright and aboveboard; slave is the lowest title. In order to become stronger, Hei Bai Xuan Jian became a slave of the sword and was manipulated by Luo Wang. Now when he hears an ant dare to call him that, Xuan Jian will definitely kill him.

Xuan Jian was furious, murderous intent was everywhere, sword energy was everywhere, his body flew into the air, and the black sword and the white sword chopped down at the same time, and the air was heard to be cutting.

Mu Feng's plan was effective. He used the Immortal Steps freely, leaving only a white afterimage, and he himself had already floated away.

Bang!

The black and white swords cut through the residual shadows, and the two swords sank into the ground, cutting the ground. The violent sword energy shattered the ground, and the ground exploded. Countless debris scattered and hit the nearby walls.

Xuan Jian missed the attack and suddenly flew up, continuing to chase.

Mu Feng held a long sword in his hand, remaining calm in the face of danger. He waved the sword in his hand, and white sword energy scattered in all directions.

The two men's sword moves continued to clash in the air. In just a few breaths, they had fought dozens of rounds. Their sword moves were smooth and decisive. The collision of the two swords tore through the air, and sparks flashed around.

The three swords kept colliding, the black and white swords were shining coldly, murderous intent was revealed, and bloodthirsty murderous intent filled the space.

The two men fought evenly matched. Their true energy, sword energy, and murderous aura kept colliding in this range, roaring, fluctuating, and exploding.

Xuan Jian's anger was growing stronger and stronger. Mu Feng's words had hurt his heart. A slave of the sword? No, that's not me. I am the master of the sword, not a slave of the sword. It's his fault, it's all his fault. As long as I kill him, he will be the soul under my sword. He will be my slave. Kill him.

kill!

kill!

kill!

Xuan Jian was filled with murderous aura and endless killing intent. The sword moves in his hands were more violent than before, and the sword energy in his hands was more dangerous than before.