Asuras were one level higher than Little Asuras and were on the same level as Immortal Emperors and Demon Emperors. Under normal circumstances, it was impossible for a Little Asura to get a hand of a Lord Asura. It was basically courting death.
Duan Lingfeng also said that he bought it, and it was a broken hand of a Lord Asura. There were two meanings of a broken hand. One was that it was crippled and cut off, and the other was that it fell off by itself. Some strange species could shed some things and grow again.
For example, snakes could shed their skin, turtles and crabs could shed their shells. This Lord Asura might change his hand every few years. Du Feng had no problem with the specific situation. He was sure that the power of this hand was definitely not small.
Tsk tsk tsk … In this case, my Dragon Riding Sword is a relatively poor weapon. It seems that I have to find a chance to upgrade it.
Du Feng did not take out the Dragon Riding Sword. Anyway, it was not very useful to take it out now, and it was easy to expose his identity. His biggest reliance now was the Mogara Art taught by the male ghost cultivator in Blossom City. There were three ways to attack this art. The first was to lengthen the fingers and use them as claws. The second was to use the wings on the back as big knives. The third was also the one that Du Feng disliked the most, which was to directly bite people with his mouth.
Because when the Mogara Art was activated, the teeth would correspondingly lengthen and become very sharp. If two people were entangled with each other and couldn't decide the winner, suddenly biting and sucking away a part of the opponent's blood was very sharp.
The power of the wings was also very strong. It could directly split a person in half, and directly collided with weapons without any problems. On the contrary, the nails were relatively fragile, but they were numerous and flexible. Although they were not good at hacking, they were absolutely powerful at stabbing. One stab would definitely make a bloody hole.
The arts of the Underworld were indeed very strange. The more advanced the arts were, the less weapons were needed. Du Feng also noticed that the female Meditation Cultivator did not take out any weapons. Instead, she shook the wings on her back and was also ready to fight.
It seemed that claws, wings, and teeth were the three necessary weapons for Meditation Cultivators, and they were grown on their bodies. There was no need to buy them.
Why did Duan Lingfeng want to buy a claw to use? It was because his cultivation of his own claw was not good enough. If it clashed head-on with a Connate Demonic Artifact, it might be damaged.
The evil cultivator holding the Black Blood Banner saw that Du Feng and the others were ready for battle. He was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter. He did not use the Black Blood Banner as a weapon. Instead, he threw it on the ground. The moment the Black Blood Banner landed on the ground, it shattered into many blood beads.
These blood beads were like seeds, slowly growing upwards. Soon, they had grown into four Black Blood Warriors.
Interesting, this kind of combat style is a bit similar to the Skeleton Warriors. However, there was only one Skeleton Warrior, and its combat power was not scattered. On the other hand, the Black Blood Warriors could be split into multiple groups. Four Black Blood Warriors and Xie Xiu made up a total of five. It was obvious that they were targeting the five people on Du Feng's side.
"Do you really want to fight here? Aren't you afraid that others will take advantage of you?"
Just as the fight was about to start, the female Meditation Cultivator suddenly said this. Her words were not without reason, because if they were to fight here, there would be many Meditation Cultivators passing by. Once both sides were injured, there would inevitably be people coming to take advantage of them.
The evil cultivator was carrying the Black Blood Banner. If he was injured, there would inevitably be people coming to snatch his Black Blood Banner. But once they entered the Thunder Fall Forest, it would be different. The area was very large and the trees were dense, so the people were scattered. To put it bluntly, when the time came, Du Feng and the female Meditation Cultivator would not necessarily be on the same path.
In fact, the meaning of the female Meditation Cultivator was very obvious. She did not want to participate in this fight. But she had already said it, and could not take it back.
"Ga Ga Ga …."
The evil cultivator let out an unpleasant laugh, and then stuck out his tongue to lick his upper lip. Then they saw the four Black Blood Warriors suddenly gathered together. They did not change back into the Black Blood Banner, but turned into the appearance of a black dog.
The evil cultivator jumped onto the back of the black dog, and in front of everyone's eyes, he rode the black dog and quickly ran away.
"Tch, I knew that he would not dare to fight."
Duan Lingfeng put away his flying claws, and showed disdain towards the evil cultivator who was running away. Although his mouth said it was easy, but Du Feng could clearly see that there was a layer of sweat on this kid's forehead. He did not know whether it was because he was nervous, or because he had fought too many times.
"Let's go, anyway it's not far, let's speed up."
After saying this, the female Meditation Cultivator directly took the arm of her teammate, and then spread her wings and flew close to the ground. Her strongest point was her pair of spotted wings, so she did not need to use things like spirit pets or mounts.
"Brother Feng, take me!"
Duan Lingfeng shamelessly looked at Du Feng, the meaning was very obvious that he wanted Du Feng to also fly with him.
"F * ck!" Du Feng cursed in his heart. He thought, "Can you be any more thick-skinned?" I am a big man, holding another big man and flying together, how can this be? I want to go to the Thunder Fall Forest, not the legendary Brokeback Mountain.
"Come up!"
In the end, Du Feng did not hold Duan Lingfeng, but took out a Blood Splitting Flying Sword. He made it bigger, and then stuck it on top. The Blood Splitting Flying Sword originally had a heavy evil aura, so Du Feng injected some Devil Qi into it, and used it to pretend to be a Demon Weapon.
This thing was a Best Grade Immortal Weapon, which was also a Best Grade Demon Weapon, which was equivalent to a Low Grade Innate Demon Weapon, suitable for early stage Minor Asura Realm. In fact, for Du Feng, it was a bit too low level to be used as a weapon. But if it was used as a means of transportation, the speed was still quite fast.
After all, the Void Splitting Flying Sword pierced through the air and flew directly, and did not need to flap its wings.
"I did not know that Brother Feng, you are also a sword user. In our Underworld, those who play with swords are all rich people. "
Duan Lingfeng's unintentional words attracted the attention of Du Feng. In the Underworld, there were indeed very few Meditation Cultivators who used swords, but it was not that there were none. And the Meditation Cultivators who used swords, were all very rich. Because although swords were sharp, they were relatively easy to damage, and the price was particularly high.
Generally speaking, good quality Demon Weapon Swords were bought from the Demon Realm at a high price. Duan Lingfeng did not know where Du Feng's Blood Splitting Flying Sword came from, but in short, it was definitely not cheap.
"What money, it was given to me by a senior."
Du Feng casually made up a lie in an attempt to gloss over this matter.
"It can't be, don't tell me that this sword was also left behind by Senior Mojialuo, Brother Feng, your luck is too good."
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