Supreme Medicinal God

Huang Jue shouted: "It's him, he's Ye Feng."

Huang Ming looked serious, his palms glowed a little red.

"Brother, we were lucky today and met the No. 1 wanted man in Demon Realm."

Ye Feng sighed lightly: "You are not lucky, you are out of luck. Originally, you missed today to seek revenge, maybe you can get revenge, but you came today and met us, you are dead."

When Ye Feng said that the three words of death were fixed, his wrist turned, and the thunder sword was like a three-color streamer. It quickly rubbed out a spark in the air and shot at the Huang family brothers in the blink of an eye.

Huang Ming's palms are constantly flapping in the air. With each palm, a red light spreads around like a halo, and contains powerful magic elements.

The magic element was hot and frantic, and the dust on the ground was like a tornado storm, mixed with red light, and rushed to Ye Feng.

Although Ye Feng didn't know the name of Huang Ming's palm, he knew only this kind of powerful magical power from the magic element of the storm.

Ye Feng felt that red light was coming, and the light and shadow contained great pressure, and the heat wave between the mountains and the sea came over, and it was difficult to breathe.

Not only Ye Feng felt the pressure, but Jiang Yixue and Uda around him felt the pressure and the heat wave.

This rolling heat wave is very similar to the heat wave in the flaming flying axe of Elder Qin who helped Elder Qin, but the flaming flying axe can see the burning flame, and the red light in Huang Ming's palm, although hot and hot, has no flame.

This kind of red light without flame has higher temperature, more powerful power, and is more difficult for people to perceive.

If the skill is a bit worse, wait for this scorching palm to come forward, and then resist it, I am afraid that it has been baked into coke by the high temperature.

Uda seemed to think of the name of this palm method: "Moyang Palm, Moyangzong's unique learning, no wonder it's so hot."

Sha Luo looked serious: "He used to be the Moyang palm, but after several hundred years of improvement by the Huang family, this palm method has been upgraded from the Moyang palm to the Moyang streamer. I think no one in the Huang family can practice it. This kind of Moyang streamer, I didn't expect Huang Ming to be a Moyang streamer in his early thirties. It can be seen how much resources Huang spent on him."

For any martial arts to achieve success, it is not only the demon warriors who are diligent and hardworking themselves, but also the efforts of many generations of demon warriors to accumulate precipitation and invest a lot of resources to achieve success.

Ye Feng sneered: "It's not the upgraded Moyang Palm, it's nothing extraordinary."

Facing the scorching surging dark sun stream, there are heat waves, waves higher than waves, and waves violently. If Ye Feng can't connect, Jiang Yixue and Uda will also suffer.

And this dark sun streamer is the nemesis of the ice fairy, and Jiang Yixue will suffer more trauma.

Ye Feng quickly launched the mysterious war of the Archaic Protoss. The divine element in his body quickly increased dozens of times. His strength suddenly increased from the virtual moon realm to the real moon realm.

"Try my surge."

Ye Feng's divine elements flowed like a surging wave towards Moyang.

Boom, boom

Two kinds of palm powers that just hit the sun collided together, and the scorching waves suddenly rushed to the sky.

The temperature in the yard suddenly increased by more than ten degrees, and everyone felt the heat wave and sweating.

Ye Feng was secretly surprised. Although Moyang Streamer was not as good as the ice dragon spirit of Elder Bing, it was also a very threatening force that Ye Feng had seen.

Ye Feng felt dozens of dark energy and bumped into it, he had to cast an aura shield again, and a light curtain blocked the surging scorching undercurrent.

The sand and stone in the yard was like a storm tornado, and it roared up. It was not a huge tornado storm, but dozens of small tornado storms, which rushed in all directions.

Jiang Yixue and Uda, including Nangong Sheep and Sha Luo, were all behind Ye Feng and were protected by Ye Feng. Although they felt the heat wave rolling, they did not have much pressure.

They kept wiping the sweat on their foreheads, feeling like a volcanic eruption on the opposite side, and a huge heat wave came.

Jiang Yixue bound his handprints with his hands, and a frosty air roared up, forming a frost cover, covering himself a few.

Uda unexpectedly felt a burst of cool air blowing, just like the hot and hot summer, and suddenly a sun rain fell and a cool wind blew.

"What are you doing? A burst of heat, a burst of cold, almost killed me."

Wuda complained in his mouth, but his eyes flickered with excitement. He saw Ye Feng performing the first surge of the four strikes of the Emperor of the Emperor. This trick he had practiced for thousands of years, but Ye Feng did not hit it. The power of the stack.

Feeling that Uda was staring at herself, Ye Feng smiled and said, "Did you see my surge clearly? I am a nineteenth-level surge, and there are nineteenth-level potentials."

The opposite Huang Ming was also surprised, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes. His Moyang streamer was also a method of endless exertion. It had at least thirty layers of potential, but it did not cover the other party’s nineteen layers of potential. Obviously , The other party's hard mana is better than its own magic Yang streamer.

Huang Ming formed a handprint with his hands. His hands moved up and down, and he made a semicircle. Another Moyang streamer, with hot energy, rushed towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng is not in a hurry, pointing like a flower, the third form of the four strikes of the emperor, modified by him with a finger through the stone, condensing the body's divine elements into one finger, just like an indestructible needle, whistling , Stabbed in the past.

Huang Ming's face changed. After he played Moyang Streamer just now, he didn't feel strong resistance like when he was fighting Ye Feng just now. He was a little surprised, thinking that this time his stormy waves of Moyang Streamer would kill each other. Wrap and bake into coke.

But suddenly he felt a sharp energy, like a sharp needle, pierced into his Moyang streamer. In the middle of his stormy Moyang streamer, the powerful energy actually collapsed.

The sharp needle, like a broken bamboo, quickly penetrated the center of his palm, as fast as a flash of lightning.

He wanted to hurry up, but it was too late.

That energy was silent, fast and fast.

He felt that his palm was slammed with a needle, and a huge pain stretched from his palm to his arm, and reached his magic core at a very fast speed.

He almost screamed in fright.

He couldn't avoid it at all, and he felt his heart shrink suddenly, and a huge pain spread to his internal organs.

He opened his mouth wide, with an incredible look, staring blankly at Ye Feng.

How is it possible, what kind of energy is this, how can it break one's own Moyang streamer.

He screamed in his heart, a sullen gray on his face, his palms drooped weakly, and a tearing sound sounded from the depths of the magic core.