Unlimited skill point system

Chapter 922 Chen Feng, die for me
"Impossible! How could you possibly catch my Flame God Fist!"

Pei Feiyun was overwhelmed with shock, he never imagined that Chen Feng would be able to take this blow of his heavenly martial art - Flame God Fist!
Especially the Flame God Fist blessed by the Holy Arm of the Fire Spirit, the Saint's low-grade treasure and the power of a heaven-rank martial skill, even an old-fashioned Martial God may not be able to catch it intact, but Chen Feng was able to rely on his own palm. He didn't even use his martial arts skills, but he received his blow that collapsed the mountain, and even crushed it easily. Such a scene made his hands tremble!

"Is it difficult to catch your Flame God Fist?"

Chen Feng looked at the unacceptable Pei Feiyun, and showed a dismissive smile!

"Is not it?!"

Gu Tianqiong's palms were trembling. Hearing Chen Feng's words, his pupils shrank suddenly. Pei Feiyun was a proud son of the eighth level of the Martial God Realm, and he also had a powerful holy weapon such as the Holy Arm of the Fire Spirit, plus a weapon such as the Flame God Fist. Heaven rank martial arts, the strength is absolutely terrifying, you, Chen Feng, actually doubt Pei Feiyun's words?Doesn't this mean that he didn't take Pei Feiyun's attack seriously?
The dismissive look on Chen Feng's face deeply stimulated Pei Feiyun, he couldn't accept it at all, the strength he was so proud of became worthless in Chen Feng's mouth!
Especially when Chen Feng actually questioned his strength, this made his heart burn with anger, and the flames of anger burst out from his eyes!

"Hmph! Chen Feng!"

Pei Feiyun stared at Chen Feng and said, "This blow is just to test your strength, but the next blow will definitely kill you!"

As he said that, Pei Feiyun actually raised his fist again, and in an instant, a shadow of a fist flashed by. Zhugege swung out the Flame God Fist, and immediately asked in bewilderment, "Isn't this the same fist as before?"

"Hmph, you all look after me!"

The gloomy look in Pei Feiyun's eyes flashed away, but Zhugege and the others present had a bad premonition in their hearts!

I saw Pei Feiyun's previous flaming fist was terrifyingly powerful, piercing through the air, tearing the sky apart into ripples like the ripples after the wind blows on the surface of a lake!

This blow used to behead an eighth-level monster. It was a monster comparable to a powerful veteran monk in the realm of a warrior. Its strength was terrifying, but it still had no power to fight back under this punch. Can't even dodge!

And Chen Feng was only at the seventh level of the Martial God, one level weaker than his own strength, so he couldn't compete with the veteran warrior like the eighth-level monster at all!
Chen Feng will definitely die under this blow!
boom!
At this moment, Zhugege and the others suddenly saw that the Flame God Fist in the sky was divided into two, four into two, eight into four, and sixteen in eight...

In a blink of an eye, the world was filled with the shadow of Pei Feiyun's Flame God Fist, and every shadow of the Flame God Fist possessed all of Pei Feiyun's strength!

Such dense fist shadows completely sealed the entire space, and the violent breath surged in all directions. All the ancient trees, flowers and plants within a thousand miles were burned to the ground. The blazing fire rose into the sky, and the billowing thick smoke seemed to be going against the sky. Jie, like a pitch-black monster roaring upwards, soars into the sky!

"Chen Feng! Die for me!"

(End of this chapter)