God-level Grandmaster of Martial Arts

Wang Feng glanced at Duan Yu, snorted coldly, waved his hand directly, a palm force, instantly fell on Duan Yu's body, and he vomited blood and flew out.

Although he didn't plan to kill Duan Yu now, it didn't mean that he could tolerate Duan Yu's presumptuousness.

With a palm, it will be stunned, which is regarded as punishment.

"Yu'er!"

Duan Zhengming, Emperor of Baoding, quickly helped Duan Yu up, his face was full of anxiety, he had no children, and he regarded Duan Yu as his nephew.

Immediately using his inner strength, he checked it out, and found that Duan Yu was only injured in his internal organs and passed out, but there was nothing serious, and he was relieved.

"Young man, today you won the sword score, and even hurt Yu'er. Although I cultivate Buddha in Tianlong Temple, I pay attention to compassion, but I will not allow you to be so presumptuous!"

Duan Zhengming got up and looked at Wang Feng, his eyes became cold.

"I said, none of you will survive today!"

With a sneer, Wang Feng didn't say any more immediately, just dodged, rushed towards Duan Zhengming, handed out a palm, and his momentum was surging.

Duan Zhengming's complexion changed greatly. His cultivation was not at the acquired realm, and he did not even reach the peak. Facing Wang Feng, who was in the first realm of the innate realm, he felt that all the hairs on his body had exploded, and he was under great pressure.

Without the slightest hesitation, a Shao-shang sword was pointed directly and greeted Wang Feng.

"The mere Shao Shangjian dares to shoot, I really don't know whether to live or die!"

Wang Feng sneered, his palms surged wildly, and the Vigorous King Kong Palm was used to the extreme by him, directly crushing Duan Zhengming's fingering.

Then he flashed and appeared in front of Duan Zhengming, his left hand stuck out, faster than lightning, and grabbed his throat and lifted him up.

"Bastard!"

"Let go of this dust!"

This scene happened too fast, until this time, Ben Guan, Ben Yin and the others reacted, and their expressions changed drastically.

Wang Feng just smiled coldly and ignored him at all. He turned to look at the palm of his hand, and Duan Zhengming, whose face was flushed when he lifted it up, spit out.

"Your internal strength is not bad. Before you die, lend it to me to use it!"

Chapter 117 Crushing and killing four people, 8,000 points

Wang Feng's voice was not small, and it spread clearly in the hall, and everyone heard it.

At this moment, everyone is a little unclear.

Use internal power?

How to borrow the law?

Wang Feng ignored the crowd, stared at Duan Zhengming, his heart moved, and the inner force in his dantian immediately started to operate according to a mysterious route.

In an instant, in the palm of his hand that clasped Duan Zhengming's neck, an infinite suction burst out in an instant.

The internal force in Duan Zhengming's body, like a river of water, vented out, following the palm of his hand, madly pouring into Wang Feng's body.

"Hua... Hua Gong Dafa!"

Duan Zhengming's face flushed red, his eyes even more horrified, and he spit out a voice with difficulty.

This sound, like a thunderbolt, rang in the ears of Kurong, Kumozhi, Ben Yin and others.

A look of astonishment appeared on everyone's faces.

Hua Gong Dafa, this is the stunt of the old monster in the constellation. It can remove the inner strength of others, and nothing is left. This young man can actually be so evil in martial arts.

"You bastard, let go of Junior Brother Ben Chen!"

This is due to several people, roaring in unison.

"You actually know how to transform Gong Dafa, who is Ding Chunqiu, the old constellation monster?" Ku Rong's eyes flashed a cold luster, staring at Wang Feng, and shouted coldly.

"Hmph, ignorant and ignorant, this is "Bei Ming Divine Art", how can it be compared to Ding Chunqiu's "Hua Gong Dafa"!" Wang Feng glanced at the crowd and said coldly.

Today, the two masters of the first-level Xiantian realm, Jiu Mozhi and Ku Rong, are there, and there are four other people, if Wang Feng wants to kill them all.

Must be a fierce battle!

Wang Feng hates trouble, and he doesn't like this kind of difficult battle. In this case, he chose a more convenient method.

Use "Bei Ming Divine Art" to absorb internal strength and improve yourself.

Although the "Bei Ming Divine Art" he practiced could not turn the internal power he had absorbed into his own, it was still possible to improve his cultivation realm in a short period of time.

In this way, dealing with these people will not have any problems.

"Everyone, this kid's martial arts are extremely weird. In the opinion of the little monk, it is best to kill him earlier!"

At this time, Jiu Mozhi's eyes flashed, looking at Ben Yin and Ku Rong, and said: "Although the little monk is low in strength, he is willing to help, but after the matter is completed, several people need to use this "Six Meridian Divine Sword". "Sword manual, lend it to the little monk!"

Good guy, this Kumozhi is really a good abacus.

Taking this opportunity, he directly threatened!

Ben suddenly glared at him because of a few people, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

No way, at this time, they don't have any choice at all, and the sword manual has been taken by Wang Feng.

At this time, no one can control Jiu Mozhi, whether it is to shoot or leave, and no one can stop him. This is his freedom.

Wang Feng's martial arts cultivation base has just been seen by everyone. One move to control the lower Duan Zhengming will be comparable to the "Bei Ming Shen Gong" of "Hua Gong Dafa".

If it is just a few of them, even if they can repel Wang Feng, they may not be able to kill him, and they will not be able to retake the "Six Meridians Excalibur" swordsmanship.

Only with the help of Jiu Mozhi's strength, we can join forces together.

"Okay, Dalun Ming Wang, Lao Na promised you, please follow Lao Na to make a move!" At this time, Ku Rong opened his mouth, looked at Jiumazhi, and agreed directly.

"Master Gao sees, the little monk will follow the master to kill this kid!" A smile appeared on Kumozhi's face.

Click!

At this moment, a sound of broken bones rang out.

Everyone looked at the sound, and saw Wang Feng raise his hand and slap that face.

"Junior Brother Benchen!"

Ben Guan and Ben Jing immediately jumped up and caught Duan Zhengming, but they were shocked to find that Duan Zhengming at this time had no inner strength, and his neck had been crushed, and he died of anger.

"Don't be so troublesome, let's go together!"

Wang Feng sighed deeply, Duan Zhengming's inner strength of the acquired realm, all into one, this feeling is really refreshing.

He felt that his internal strength was surging like rivers and lakes, eloquent, and his cultivation level had reached the peak of the innate first level.

It is only a thin line away from the Innate Double Layer.

Glancing at the grief-stricken original view and truth, he turned to Ku Rong, Jiu Mozhi and others, Wang Feng showed his domineering and said indifferently.

"Bastard, the old man will meet you!"

Ben Yin shouted and shot directly, his body rose and fell, and he rushed in front of Wang Feng.

At the same time, Ben Guan, Ben Xiang, and Ben Can also rushed towards Wang Feng from three directions.

chi chi chi...

The six-pulse divine sword, the four of them instantly cast, one after another of fingering, directly tearing the void, shrouded in Wang Feng.

"District sword formation, break it for me!"

Glancing at the four of them, Wang Feng did not move, and he really didn't pay attention to the "Six Meridians Excalibur" sword formation of the four.

As soon as he raised his hands, his internal force surged wildly. As he swayed left and right, a vortex of internal force spread out, completely shrouding the force of the force.

In an instant, these fingers seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move forward any further.

Not only that, but these fingerings also turned the direction, and rushed along the original direction, towards the four people, namely Ben Guan, Ben Yin, Ben Shen, and Ben Xiang.

puff, puff, puff...

The speed of Zhi Jin's return was faster than the speed of his arrival. Although the strength of Ben Yin and others was powerful, at this time, it was too late to react.

In an instant, his fingers attacked his body, piercing their flesh and blood directly, and everyone was covered with blood holes.

"Ding, kill the master of the acquired realm, Ben Yin, reward 2000 points!"

"Ding, kill the master of the acquired realm, this view, reward 2000 points!"

"Ding, kill the master of the acquired realm, the truth, reward 2000 points!"

"Ding, kill the master of the acquired realm, this ginseng, reward 2000 points!"

A series of four system prompts sounded in Wang Feng's mind, four people died, and eight thousand points were also directly in the bag.

Chapter 118 Withered Zen Buddhism

The points of the masters are definitely very rich, especially the number of masters, according to the points gained, it is even more amazing.

The four of them are only masters of the acquired realm, and they have not yet entered the innate. Each person's points are only 2,000, but when the four are added together, there are 8,000 points, which is close to 10,000.

This kind of harvest is not surprising!

This is also the reason why Wang Feng is not too troublesome and must let Duan Yu grow up according to the trajectory of his life.

Because Duan Yu at that time, the value points were definitely very objective.

"There are two of you left, don't you plan to shoot?"

With one move, he almost killed four people in seconds. In the main hall of Tianlong Temple at this time, there were only two people, Ku Rong and Kumozhi.

Wang Feng glanced at the two of them, and the coldness in his eyes became more and more intense.

How many points are there for the two masters of the first-level innate realm?

"Master, haven't you shot yet?"

Jiu Mozhi was astonished at the strength that Wang Feng showed, and he instantly killed the four of Ben Yin with one move, even he couldn't do it.

Compared with the previous time in Xixia, Wang Feng's strength was even more amazing.

Moreover, like him, he even broke through and stepped into the first realm of Xiantian. He didn't dare to shoot, and his eyes swept towards Ku Rong.

"Amitabha, I can't imagine that my Tianlong Temple is in such a calamity today. The benefactor is ruthless, and the old man has to fight the devil today!"

After proclaiming the Buddha's name, Ku Rong's body flashed, and he appeared in front of Wang Feng in an instant.

Wang Feng was not afraid at all, and also raised his palms to greet him.

Swish!

At this time, Ku Rong saw Ku Rong's shot, and he also shot, and a raging flame was ignited on his palms.

It is his stunt, the flame knife.

The two attacked Wang Feng, one left and one right.

The strength of these two people can be said to be on the same level, but they are both Buddhists, and one is a martial arts genius, and the other is an old monk who has been comprehending dry Zen for decades.

Although the cultivation base has not reached the peak of the innate, the strength displayed is astonishing and terrifying, and it is not inferior to the peak of the innate.

Wang Feng frowned, and he felt a little pressure.

"Baihong Palm Power!"

With a low shout, Wang Feng suddenly dodged and shot with both hands, one after another with palm force, venting out, the trajectory was erratic, and could not be captured at all.

"Flaming knife, cut!"

Jiu Mozhi's face changed slightly, he immediately retreated, and the flame knives in both hands were used to the extreme, swaying wildly, completely covering his whole body, like a mountain of flame knives, completely covering him.

Chi Chi Chi!

Bai Hong's palm attacked, collided with his flaming knife, and suddenly a harsh sound broke out.

On the other hand, on Ku Rong's side, he also tapped his toes on the ground, drifted back, folded his hands in front of him, and whispered the Buddha's name, "Amitabha!"

Undoubtedly, he didn't dodge and let the white rainbow palms hit him.

bang bang bang...

However, this palm force fell on his body, but it seemed to hit a dead tree, making a low muffled sound, and his body swayed, but his complexion remained unchanged, and he was not damaged in the slightest.

"Half dry and half glory, what a dry Zen!" Wang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.