"II...... Twenty strokes, how did you do this?"

Everyone stood up, their eyes fixed on Chen Feng, their faces twitching violently.

To be able to ring the blood tripod twenty times, the Blood Refining Mansion is currently only the Mansion Master Blood Hate Heaven, and it is said that the Blood Hate Heaven still relied on the power of the Jiuyang Dao Sword to finally do it.

But this Mu Chen in front of him, in terms of cultivation, is not the peak limit of the Yahweh, in terms of qualifications, he has no official position in the Blood Refining Mansion, and at the same time he is a nameless person, but this son is actually ringing the blood tripod twenty times.

"Twenty strokes? impossible, he ...... I don't believe it!"

Shi Crack trembled, his fists clenched tightly, he stared at Chen Feng's figure, and let out a low roar that was not like a human voice.

Although he regretted that he had not been able to ring the fifteenth stroke before, he also knew that the fourteenth score was definitely the height of admiration among all the generals, and no one could reach this result except him.

But Mu Chen, who was unknown before this, not only caught up with his results, but even overtook him, and finally rang twenty times.

Such a turn, Shi Crack couldn't accept it at all, or rather, he couldn't believe it at all, but even if he didn't believe it anymore, all this had happened, and it happened right in front of his eyes.

Whoa!

The moment Chen Feng knocked down the twentieth blow, all the resentments in the blood tripod poured out at once, and the massive resentments gushed out like a vast ocean, rushing into the sky, forming boundless dark clouds.

If you look closely, you can see that this dark cloud contains countless hideous faces, all of which are formed by resentment.

"What did you do?"

The Mansion Lord's Blood Hate Heaven pupils shrank, and after glancing at the huge cloud of resentment in the sky, he stared at Chen Feng and shouted.

The Blood Hate Heaven had struck the twentieth blow, and although the resentment generated was indeed terrifying, it was not as dense and huge as it was today, as if all the resentment in the Blood Ding was spewed out today.

Moreover, the Blood Hate Heaven also clearly felt that the Blood Ding was just spewing resentment, but the more terrifying coercion and blood qi did not spew out.

"Could it be that this blood tripod is assisting this Mu Chen?"

Such a strange idea suddenly appeared in Blood Hatetian's mind, but he quickly denied it, although the Blood Ding has a spirit, but that Mu Chen had nothing to do with the Blood Ding before, how could he help this Mu Chen?

But the Blood Hate Heaven knew that the Blood Ding was so abnormal that it had nothing to do with this Mu Chen.

Chen Feng glanced at the blood hatred sky, but he didn't pay attention to it, only to see him step on his right foot, and suddenly jumped into the terrifying cloud of resentment.

"Where to go?"

Blood Hate Tian's pupils shrank, he snorted coldly, and with a move of his right hand, a golden sword swept out, and under his mind, like a shuttle, chased towards Chen Feng.

The moment this sword swept out, the golden light burst out, and it turned into a round of terrifying sun.

"The first Yang Dao Sword in the Jiuyang Dao Sword, I didn't expect the Mansion Lord to use the Jiuyang Dao Sword as soon as he made a move, is this going to kill that Mu Chen?"

Looking at the huge scorching sun that was born, everyone around was shocked, the Jiuyang Dao Sword was a creation-level low-grade artifact, even if it was the first Yang Dao sword among them, it was enough to kill any half-step martial artist below the Creation Lord.

Even a martial artist at the peak limit of the Creator Lord probably wouldn't dare to compete with this First Yang Dao Sword, right?

"This Mu Chen is finished, the mansion master will definitely die!" Zang Feng, the chief manager, grinned, as if he had let out a vicious breath.

Being in mid-air, Chen Feng also felt the First Yang Dao Sword that had swept in, and the chill in his eyes grew stronger.

The sword of Blood Hate Heaven was very tricky, and it actually swept towards his limbs, obviously trying to cut off his limbs.

Chen Feng thought to himself that he hadn't provoked this Blood Hate Heaven, but this Blood Hate Heaven was so ruthless as soon as he made a move, which made Chen Feng's heart full of coldness.

"Xiao Yu, help me control this First Yang Dao Sword!" Chen Feng suddenly sent a message to Xiao Yu in the Holy Demon Secret Realm into the secret passage.

At this moment, Xiao Yu, who was standing in the Holy Demon Square, was full of excitement on his pretty face, his pink fists were clenched, and he nodded deeply: "Brother Mu, don't worry, Xiao Yu will not let you down." ”

As he spoke, the Nine Yang Seal on Xiao Yu's collarbone suddenly burst into a blazing golden glow, and a special power spread out from Xiao Yu's body, as if an invisible tentacle was derived.

This special power poured out of the Holy Demon Secret Realm and finally landed in the palm of Chen Feng's right hand.

"Brother Mu, this is a controlling power of my Jiuyang physique, with the power of control, you can forcibly control the Jiuyang Dao Sword. ”

"Fortunately, in this Blood Hate Heaven, only the First Yang Dao Sword was released, and this First Yang Dao Sword was the weakest and best controlled, with my control power, this First Yang Dao Sword Brother Mu You can forcibly take it over. ”

After Xiao Yu exerted that special power, her pretty face turned slightly pale, her teeth bit her lower lip, and her whole body was drenched in sweat.

"Well, good work!"

Chen Feng nodded, holding this special power in his right hand, Chen Feng silently wrapped the yellow spring water droplets around his body, just in case.

Sou!

The speed of the First Yang Dao Sword was extremely fast, and it swept in front of Chen Feng in an instant, and Zhuo Wen could even clearly feel the blazing high temperature that erupted from the First Yang Dao Sword, which was much more terrifying and hot than the magma in the center of the earth.

As soon as this sword came, it was aimed at Chen Feng's limbs, wanting to cut off his limbs.

Chen Feng's eyes were indifferent, and he saw that his right hand was a claw, and the special power in his palm erupted, and he buckled towards the First Yang Dao Sword.

"This Mu Chen is looking for death, right? He actually went to pick up the Jiuyang Dao Sword with his bare hands, haha, it's really fearless for the ignorant!"

Chen Feng's behavior immediately caused a burst of laughter, and many martial artists were joking and sarcastic, feeling that this Chen Feng was simply looking for death.

But the reality gave these ridiculers a big slap in the face.

I saw that the moment Chen Feng's right hand touched the First Yang Dao Sword, the First Yang Dao Sword hummed, and the sound of its sword was filled with a touch of fear and surrender.

Then, Chen Feng grasped the First Yang Dao Sword in the palm of his hand in full view of everyone, as clean as if he was holding an ordinary sword.

In an instant, the audience fell silent, and the bloody hatred sky stood still like petrified.

After grabbing the First Yang Dao Sword, Chen Feng did not hesitate to put it into the spirit ring, and immediately took a burst step, like an arrow from the string, and his body instantly disappeared into the terrifying dark cloud formed by resentment.

As soon as Chen Feng entered the cloud of resentment, there was an endless sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls in his ears, and countless resentments around him, as if he had seen a fishy cat, rushed towards Chen Feng.

However, Chen Feng smiled coldly, more than fifty drops of Yellow Spring Water surrounded him like a hungry wolf, and all the resentments around him were all refined by Yellow Spring.

After a while, a vacuum environment was formed around Chen Feng, and within this few zhang, the resentment around him was constantly lingering, and he didn't dare to approach Chen Feng at all.