Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Stop!"

"What do you want? Do you want us to compensate for the spirit stone?" Ye Feng said lightly with a hint of irony on his face.

"I bah, Grandpa he cares about those spirit stones?" he bading stepped on the ground and roared... The whole square vibrated, with the soles of his feet as the center, and cobweb like traces cracked on the four sides.

"Give you a chance to take my punch."

He was full of momentum, and his whole body seemed to be tall for several minutes at this moment. When the momentum was brewing to the limit, he bading closed his hands and fiercely supported outward, hissing... His coat was broken into pieces of butterflies in an instant, revealing his muscular strength, and his whole body was like a body made of black iron.

"Catch it, you go!"

"I can't catch it. You two are all going to die!"

The last two words came out of his mouth.

"Whatever you want!"

Ye Feng still has an indifferent expression.

"Terran boy, let you see Grandpa he's means?" he bading roared angrily when he saw Ye Feng's light clouds.

There has never been a warrior of the human race who dared to underestimate a barbarian warrior.

"Pretty God tattoo!"

With a loud drink, a blood red texture shone on the iron blue body with hebading's strong muscles, gradually forming a python like virtual shadow.

The color of the virtual shadow is not deep, but its powerful power is reflected in the blink of an eye.

With the appearance of snake shaped virtual shadow, he bading's momentum soared, and his strength, defense and speed seemed to have doubled at this moment.

He took a step forward, and there was a surge of awe and awe, and the surrounding warriors shook and retreated in pieces as if they were in a violent storm.

"Shit... Even the barbarian tattoo was inspired directly. He bading has never used such means against the four or five heavy Terran warriors in the virtual environment before."

"It seems that he is serious... That man put so much pressure on him? Is he very powerful..."

"No matter how powerful it is, it's useless. Under the tattoo state of the barbarian God, the barbarian's human quality has been greatly blessed, and his strength has soared. At the moment, he bading is absolutely capable of defeating the five empty realms."

"Hey, it seems that we humans have another talented warrior who died prematurely..."

A voice of emotion came from the four sides. Most of the martial arts onlookers around were human. Naturally, they didn't want to see Ye Feng killed by a barbarian, and sighed one after another.

Of course, there are also many foreigners, such as the old aquatic man who sells refined dragon roots at a stall. He looks gloating at the good play.

He is the elite of the Terran, and all the talents die.

Under the complicated eyes of the people around him, he bading, who had his whole body strength condensed into a little, smiled proudly, gathered his right fist, fiercely aimed at Ye Feng and blew a fist.

After a punch, a thick shadow of the fist rolled down in mid air, just like a black dragon out of the cage, giving people a great sense of oppression.

Especially after the punch, the pretty God tattoo on hebadin faded instantly.

Obviously, he has burst out all the power contained in the tattoo in this punch.

For many, many years to come, every man must have the blood of his opponent, and take a bit of blood essence into himself. After a long time, he will leave a trace of his own tribal worship.

That is the so-called "pretty God tattoo".

He bading almost killed hundreds of congenital martial artists and more than a dozen virtual realm masters. Only then did he refine the "pretty God tattoo" to the current level. It is easy to maintain at ordinary times and will not be used easily.

Because every time it is used, the power it has will be reduced by one point.

Now he did not hesitate to punch out all the tattoo power of Manshen. It can be seen that he bading was very afraid of Ye Feng. Of course, there is another reason. Just kill Ye Feng and drink Ye Feng's blood essence. His lost "pretty God tattoo" strength can not only be supplemented, but also be improved

Everyone's face changed greatly, thinking that Ye Feng must be unable to resist and will be killed by a fist.

Ye Feng, standing in place, was not afraid.

Seeing a huge fist flying in the air, the corners of his mouth tilted slightly and hung a faint smile.

It's also a triple void. How can Ye Feng be afraid?

This barbarian is ferocious, murderous and reckless. He has a lot of human blood under his hands. Let him... Pay for blood!

Maybe other people in Xingguang city were afraid to take revenge on hebading's brothers, but Ye Feng had no such pressure. The people of extreme fire castle, blood dragon flag and Juling sword sect wanted to kill him. He didn't hesitate to kill him, not to mention an alien warrior who killed the human race?

Kill!

With an earth shaking sound.

When the huge fist shadow was about to fall, Ye Feng put away the smile on his face, exhaled and fought back at he bading, who was also a non fancy fist.

Among the ten eight trigrams boxing, kungong Diquan is the most powerful in terms of power

Heaven is the father, earth is the mother, heaven and earth are moving and static, yin and yang are rooted in each other, Qi is transported into dust, and dust has a mysterious way.

As long as Ye Feng's feet fall on the ground, he can continuously borrow the earth mother Weili. A mellow and continuous force is transmitted to the palm of his hand along Ye Feng's soles, which quickly condenses into a light spot on Ye Feng's fist.

Then, facing the shadow of hebadin's fist, he disappeared.

"Ah!"

He bading's face changed greatly. He roared and sent out all his strength. Vigorous Qi gushed out, desperately urging Yuan Li to fight back.

However, how can a mere tribal god, a false god, resist the pure and fierce power of mother earth?

Poof!

The whole body protection element force was cut and smashed like waste paper, and the heavy fist force was pounded on the body. Even though the body of the barbarian elite was extremely strong, it was still impossible to bear Ye Feng's fist, and his chest was dented.

He bading opened his mouth and spit out several pieces of internal organs, which knocked out from a distance.

Win with one blow.

Ye Feng closed his fist and stood up without much change on his face, as if defeating he bading, a barbarian warrior, was just a trivial matter for him.

Indeed, with Ye Feng's strength, few people in the younger generation can match him.

Moreover, although he bading is a little strong, he is not the top strong among the young generation. One punch is not enough to stir up too much waves in Ye Feng's heart.

On the contrary, it was the indifference and ruthlessness of the people around him that made Ye Feng feel a kind of resentment.

Fortunately, now his cultivation has been restored to the triple of virtual environment. If the Dantian encounters such a thing before it is repaired, can't he just wait to die?

Although human nature is selfish, in the face of such a domineering and cruel foreigner, these onlookers still choose to be indifferent. It really makes Ye Feng excited and want to say something