Chapter 52: Falling into the Quagmire of Sentences

  The blood in the blood pool was suddenly cut off by the airflow, and the blood in the sky suddenly flew up.

  The heavenly machine swooped down from the high sky, its half-moon slash heavily chopping onto the body of Blood Demon Sentence Blade before he could even react.

  At this time, Chen Feng had already formed a single-handed seal and launched the Dragon Demon Sword Technique. "Dragon Demon Sword Technique, Dragon Slaying Magic Annihilating Sword out of its scabbard."

  Low-flying, after all, is in a cave, wanting to fly high is simply impossible!

  "Sword energy surges." Two fingers continuously shoot out three sword-shaped auras, the three swords form a "pin" shape, two swords above directly stab at both eyes, one sword below directly stabs at the mouth.

  The sword energy and spiritual power surged forth, immediately followed by a flurry of sword shadows, as the divine sword broke through the void and shot out in all directions.

  Soaring through the air, a sword swung out. "Sword Spirit Cross Slash." From countless sword energies, Chen Feng's sword brought with it a cross-shaped sword energy that split the air!

  When the Blood Demon finally came to his senses, both of his eyes had suffered severe injuries and his vision had declined significantly. His mouth was also severely injured, and if he were to let out a loud shout, blood would likely gush out nonstop.

  Chen Fengyi is making this sentence to lower the opponent's visual acuity, so that he can gain an advantage in battle. By injuring the opponent's mouth, the opponent will be in a state of bleeding and will inevitably let out a furious roar, causing blood to flow out continuously, which can reduce the opponent's physical strength and make them dizzy.

  With the previous sentence momentum boost, he didn't find his chance until Tianji Half Moon Slash heavily struck him, making him leave the boundary and get seriously injured. However, the opportunity that came afterwards was the sword energy that severely wounded both of Sentō's eyes and mouth, these attacks were perfectly coordinated.

  Chen Feng indeed was a good calculator, the five Tianji Gate disciples not far away were extremely shocked, as if everything was under his control.

  His anger was unabated, and he couldn't believe that this weak little person had actually snuck up on him and inflicted heavy damage.

  In the midst of the loud roar, Senku's mouth was filled with blood.

  However, the sentence is still a sentence, and with both hands having long palms and sharp fingernails that move in sync, the air flow in space rotates like a meat grinder.

  In an instant, countless sword energies were shattered.

  Chen Feng descended from mid-air, and the Ten-Character Sword Aura in front of him also broke through the air.

  What kind of strength is Jian Meng? Now that he has come back to his senses, even if he is seriously injured, it's not something Chen Feng can attack!

  With a push of both hands, countless sharp fingernails suddenly appeared out of thin air.

  The airflow was in disarray, and the Cross Sword Aura shattered instantly. Chen Feng's attack couldn't withstand a single blow.

  A sharp air current thrusts a fingernail straight at Chen Feng, and his body is about to be pierced.

  "Soul Armor." His body was surrounded by a flurry of sword shadows, with sword energy attaching itself to his physique, forming armor.

  Chen Feng hastily retreated in flight, but his speed was simply too slow for Juzi!

  The sword energy shattered the armor instantly, Chen Feng's body flew out and crashed into the stone wall, his whole body in severe pain. Moreover, his muscles were also separated by the sharp air-shaped fingernails.

  Blood kept flowing out, Chen Feng's face turned pale instantly, even with the black mud on his face, it was clear that he was seriously injured.

  He hastily opened the spiritual water bottle and poured several months' worth of drinking water all over his body.

  Seeing the blood flowing non-stop, Chen Feng also crushed the hemostatic pill and applied it to his body.

  One sword held in front of him, he hastily retreated with his head lowered, to prevent the enemy from taking advantage of their victory and launching a pursuit.

  Kneeling not far away, Chen Feng looked at the sentence mang that flew out of the blood pool. The strength of this sentence mang had already far exceeded his imagination, originally thinking that as long as he seriously injured the sentence mang, he could slowly grind it to death.

  But now it seems that even if he was seriously injured, he wouldn't be a match for him!

  "Not bad...... You kid's got guts, your abilities aren't bad either. Today you've made me suffer a crushing defeat and I couldn't break through to the next realm. I'll make sure you die without a place to be buried." Jian Meng said with a vicious tone.

  Chen Feng knew that Ju Meng's words were not just boasting.

  "Is it?" Chen Feng forced himself to remain calm, revealing an unfathomable expression. "Is it? Who killed who is still uncertain at this point."

  "How dare you!... Go die!" At this moment, a sharp blade flew over, and with a wave of his hands, a blood-red wing suddenly appeared behind him.

  Both hands tore apart, spatial Dao Dao air flow cutting through.

  Chen Feng's face changed greatly, his previous all-out attack had consumed a lot of physical strength!

  "Thousand Ghosts Demon Shadow." Chen Feng's figure unfolded into a trail of residual shadows, but his speed had slowed down by a hair too much.

  Fortunately, I managed to deploy the "Dragon Demon Sword Technique" in time. At the critical moment, the dragon-slaying and demon-destroying sword had already blocked in front of me.

  Although he blocked the attack, Chen Feng was still shaken and flew out, and even the sword shape of Tulong Demon Sword had disappeared.

  At this time, the enlarged flying sword has shrunk and fallen to the ground. If you want to cast the Sword Controlling Technique again, you must seal it again, but now there is no time for that.

  A massive fist of air shot out from Chen Feng's body and hurtled towards Chen Feng.

  This sentence is indeed worthy of a demigod, Chen Feng is already unable to parry at this moment.

  Enduring a punch, Chen Feng's several ribs in front of his chest were all fractured. At this time, he fell to the ground and didn't dare move, as soon as he moved, the fractured ribs would pierce into his lungs.

  At this time, Chen Feng's face turned pale with difficulty breathing.

  Fortunately, the previous sentence was heavily damaged and the attack that unfolded was also restricted. Otherwise, Chen Feng would have taken a punch and at this moment, he would have been dead without a doubt!

  The withered hands spread out, and the blood-colored body actually released a green glow. Many vines grew out of the mud.

  The wisteria vines were tightly wrapped around Chen Feng, and as they tightened, the broken ribs pierced into his lungs.

  "You little brat, die!" Sentence Meng said viciously, he wished he could chop Chen Feng into ten thousand pieces.

  This Mō belongs to the wood attribute, so it has the ability to control wood-attribute plants. Even if it's a Blood Demon Mō, having gained demonic properties, it still retains its ability to control plants.

  On the vines began to slowly grow some poisonous thorns, the thorns pierced Chen Feng's body, and the venom also entered his muscles and blood.

  At this time, due to the poison entering his body, Chen Feng's pale face had turned pitch black. His head was spinning and he gradually lost consciousness.

  This Meng didn't kill Chen Feng, it seems that leaving him still has some use, many Tianji Gate disciples who were caught by him before were not killed, he must have his own use.

  The gradually dizzy brain became clear, and at this time Chen Feng suddenly found that he was not in the cave, but in a boudoir with an intoxicating fragrance.

  This is a huge ivory bed, and beside him are also reclining all kinds of beauties entwined around him like spirits.

  There was a primitive wildness surging through every nerve in his heart, and he was in such a place, in such an enchanting scene, that anyone would find it hard to resist.