Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The meridians in the middle of the operation were suddenly disordered with the sound of drinking. Yuan Li went backwards and went up against the chaos. Ye Feng's breath gradually became a burst of ice cold at this moment, even with a strong sense of killing.

WOW!

The night wind is cold and the long black hair dances with the wind. After a short time, Ye Feng... Has done his best to improve his body, Yuan Li, spirit and so on to the peak of his ability.

At the moment, behind his head, a huge blue gray stone tablet slowly emerged, with bright lines, releasing strange and amazing magic.

Compared with the previous leaf maples, the leaf maples hanging in the air have undoubtedly improved several times in terms of combat effectiveness.

"Little beast, magical powers and secret methods emerge one after another. Unexpectedly... They also have strange methods that can improve the two realms of the king's realm?"

"Ha ha, maybe this is your real strength. It's good. After killing you, I will accept all the secrets of you."

Ning Shentong stretched out his hand as soon as his pupil contracted, and a large amount of fire condensed in his palm.

Under the strong oppression, the flame made a violent sound and burst, and the energy fluctuation made the sky illusory.

At the moment, Ning Shentong has only one belief. Kill Ye Feng, plunder everything about Ye Feng, and then run away. After digesting all the mysteries from Ye Feng, he will come back to Xingguang city to find the star city master and white tiger to avenge snow and hatred.

"Up!"

Feeling the strong fire from the palm of each other's hand, Ye Feng's heartstrings tightened and could no longer resist the stimulation of murderous spirit. Holding the jiujue Tianbei, he jumped up and patted Ning Shentong's body.

In the face of a powerful semi saint, this guy... Not only didn't lose heart, but took the initiative to launch a frontal attack.

I don't know... What gave him such confidence.

Ning Shentong smiled ferociously, raised his palm, and the fire came out majestically.

Boom!

With one palm and one tablet, blazing energy fluctuations erupted at the same time, approaching rapidly.

Boom!

When the palm print was about ten feet close to Ye Feng's body, the jiujue Tianbei began to tremble violently, and a fierce force that was difficult to resist was ejected onto the stone tablet.

Ye Feng's steps suddenly stopped, held the jiujue Tianbei above his head, and finally flew out after a standoff for a moment.

It goes without saying that semi holy is strong.

But when jiujue Tianbei got away, Ye Feng's figure didn't stop. When his face sank, a blue flame in his hand turned into a bird shape. With Yuan Li's rapid spread of his fists, his savings reached the peak in an instant.

"Ten trigrams, eight fists... One!"

A tiger like roar broke out, and Ye Feng's shoulders shook left and right. He took off his spare strength, and the most powerful blow of Shifang Bagua fist continued to blast at Ning Shentong.

The two men were no more than ten steps in shape. This fist had long been calculated by Ye Feng. When it broke out, it was as fast as thunder. In the blink of an eye, it hit Ning Shentong's chest.

At the same time, the palm print of the flame was also printed on Ye Feng's chest.

Under the battlefield, countless people screamed, and a heart was raised to the throat.

Chen Xiao and others were undoubtedly stunned. Everyone didn't expect that Ye Feng chose to trade injury for injury.

However, it's hard to say whether he can hurt Ning Shentong, but he can't bear Ning Shentong's palm.

It's... Stupid.

Boom!

Sure enough, the palm print of the flame fell, and Ye Feng's whole body was hit and flew out, and his upper body was wrapped by a flame.

Although I don't know how serious his injury is, it's just a string of blood. There's no doubt that it should be more or less bad.

"Mole ants, I can't catch a palm!"

Ning Shentong sneered. He didn't pay much attention to the fist gang that Ye Feng broke out and hit himself in the chest. He just randomly inspired a fire yuan to form a layer of vitality armor to resist the attack of fist gang.

The figure will sweep away towards the flying leaf maple.

When he wanted to come, even if ye Feng promoted his cultivation to the triple Kingdom, so what?

The king's territory is triple. Can you hurt your semi saint?

However, at the next moment, Ning Shentong suddenly exclaimed, his face suddenly changed, and he saw the freshly formed vitality armor on his body, making a clear sound of rupture.

Almost in an instant, the fist power was suddenly divided into eight and turned into eight different attributes. Some were as strong as the sea, some were as soft as water, and burst out on his chest at the same time.

With a frown on his brow, a large amount of fire jumped out of himself, breaking up the eight boxing forces, which dispersed Ye Feng's blow. Only in this way, his attention to chasing Ye Feng fell empty.

He looked down at the broken clothes and robes on his body, and the fiery red fist print still left on his chest was like mocking himself, making Ning Shentong's face very gloomy.

Old man Xing couldn't break his robe, but he was broken by a triple Xiaowu in the king's territory.

"Old thief Ning, your combat power in the semi holy land doesn't seem to be very clever."

Dozens of feet away, the flame wrapped in Ye Feng suddenly burst to pieces, revealing a somewhat embarrassed figure. His clothes and robes were all broken, and there were traces of blood on his mouth. However, his spirit was not damaged, and his high fighting spirit was even more high.

"What's the matter? I slapped you, but... It's all right?"

This scene was beyond Ning Shentong's expectation. His eyes were cold. When his eyes fell on Ye Feng's chest, he showed a little suddenly.

"God and earth should be earth? You still have such treasures. No wonder you can resist me."

"But it's cheap for me to blow your head with my second palm... Well, disrupt your yuan power operation, search your soul and refine your soul after capturing you. What's the use of your response?"

Seeing that Ye Feng was not dead, there was a cheer at the bottom of the city. However, while cheering, many people showed concern. Under the bombardment of Ning Shentong, the so-called divine soil should be dark, and it seems that they can't withstand the second attack for the time being.

"The true meaning of the flame."

Without waiting for them to calm down their palpitations, Ning Shentong's second palm had been played.

This palm uses the martial arts of extreme fire castle, and its power is not comparable to that before. Ning Shentong's right palm is crystal clear, as if it were really melted by glass fire.

Under the pressure of the palm print, the yuan force flow within a hundred feet stagnated. Everyone only felt that it was difficult to deal with the body, and the meridians became dry and hot.

"No, it's difficult now!"

Chen Xiao and others, who have always been full of war, subconsciously showed a look of fear. They can feel the power of the palm print of fire from such a distance. It is conceivable that Ye Feng is in a close situation.

The first palm, perhaps Ye Feng did change injury for injury, but for Ning Shentong, it was not called injury at all and did not cause any substantive injury.

Except to make him lose face.

It is unthinkable to take the restoration of the king's territory as a step to achieve this. Even in the middle and later stages of the king's territory, it is impossible to hit a semi saint or even explode the semi saint's clothes.

Ye Feng's performance has undoubtedly shocked the world, but it's just like that at most.

Ning Shentong's more ferocious and domineering second palm, what does he take to top it?