Venerable Martial Emperor

Looking at each other from a distance, Xu Feng picked lightly at the corners of his mouth, which was obviously contempt for the three of them! After a month's experience, Xu Feng has a deeper understanding of combat. In the face of enemies with similar strength, he will never waste a bit of strength.

Two or three days ago, Xu Feng stubbornly entangled with a strong man in the middle of the Tianyuan realm for a lot of time with the strength of ghost shadow step and ghost dance. Now it's effortless to face three practitioners in the same realm!

"How possible!"

The three people were shocked. As soon as they were masters, they knew whether they had it or not. Xu Feng could easily escape under the attack of the three and fought back. His strength was obviously much stronger than them!

Although they are not Tianzong's talents, they are also disciples of hell gate. Their strength is definitely much stronger than some casual cultivation.

But Xu Feng completely subverted their cognition!

Xu Feng's clothes are simple, and there are even many places in rags. Obviously, he is not a figure of a big family. Standing in the crowd, he will be regarded as a beggar. But it is such a humble person who makes them suffer one after another.

First they shot them down from the horses, and then slapped Zhang Hehua in the face. Now he showed Yuan Li, but also broke the halberd of the white sail under the attack!

"Don't be surprised, you are too weak!"

Xu Feng stood not far away, took a panoramic view of their shock, and said faintly. This time he fought with practitioners in the same realm, which made him feel very relaxed, because in the previous month, he was facing all the strong people above the great fullness of the Wuyuan realm. Such a comparison, the three are obviously weaker than a little bit!

"The fist of the sunny day!"

Zhang Hehua clenched his silver teeth and was furious. This was the first time he had been so naked insulted.

When his hands turned, more than a dozen complicated fingerprints formed in his hands. After a light drink, the fist was discharged.

With the completion of his handprint, Xu Feng obviously felt that Tiandi Yuanli was rolling angrily. At this time, Xu Feng is like being in a furnace. The surrounding temperature is rising. He wants to melt him in the furnace.

The fist of the sunny sky was red all over and condensed into shape in the void. With a long flame tail, it was like a great God. The whole space rumbled and came towards Xu Feng below.

"Martial arts competition?"

Xu Feng looked up at the sky. The fist of the sunny day was getting closer and closer to him. He was still calm.

"Prison fist!"

Xu Feng's mouth was soft and his hands were fists. The movement of his hands was incredible. The whole seven fists were waved out in an instant.

Compared with the fist of the sunny day, zhenprison fist has no great momentum. There are only eight dull sounds in the daytime. But the power is not inferior to the fist of the sunny day!

The solemnity of Zhenyu boxing is in contrast to the brilliance of Yanyang Tianzhi boxing. As soon as the two collide, Zhenyu boxing tears the attack of Yanyang Tianzhi boxing, which is like paper paste, and is vulnerable to attack. The yuan force contained in it has also been transformed into the purest force in the world and disappeared.

The fist of the sunny sky was broken. As a caster, Zhang Hehua couldn't help but step back and toss in his body.

This time, Xu Feng still had the upper hand, and Zhang Hehua!

"Come on!"

Zhang Hehua suffered again and couldn't help drinking angrily to his companions. This time, Zhang Hehua has fully realized Xu Feng's strength, but now they are difficult to ride a tiger. Even if Xu Feng is strong, he will suppress him.

Because the dignity of hell gate in their hearts does not allow them to lower their arrogant heads!

"Rome was built three feet!"

"Ten thousand swords fly together!"

The two men put away their weapons and did not stay in their hands at all. After being unfrozen, Tu Wei's ten thousand swords flew together.

In an instant, Xu Feng was in a land of ice and snow, with countless ice cones and sharp swords, blocking Xu Feng and constantly attacking Xu Feng. Xu Feng changed his figure and waved his fist and palm prints to block the two attacks.

Although the ghost shadow step was powerful, it could not escape in the face of such a dense attack. After a few breath, there were traces of blood on Xu Feng. Although there was no fatal injury, it finally hurt Xu Feng and successfully limited Xu Feng's attack range!

"Sky high! Hurry to attack!"

Tu Wei and Bai fan reached out loudly and maintained a steady stream of swords and cold ice. Their consumption was also very huge. The yuan force on them was like running water and disappeared continuously, and their faces were covered with a layer of sweat. If their strength is exhausted, I'm afraid all three of them will die under Xu Feng's attack.

"Cut! Soul! War!"

Zhang Hehua didn't speak. He kept accumulating this principle. His palm fluttered rhythmically, ready to hit with all his strength! He understood the current situation very well. If Xu Feng broke away from the ice three feet, he couldn't limit him again, so he immediately made a decision and displayed his strongest attack.

As the name suggests, even the soul can be cut off and directly dissipated in the world. To some extent, it belongs to the same category of martial arts as Senluo Yin. If it doesn't go out, it will die. It's very powerful!

Zhang Hehua's momentum soared. With the continuous cohesion of Yuan Li, the death of soul cutting also gradually revealed.

Behind Zhang Hehua, a strange looking weapon, like a sickle but not a sickle, like a knife but not a knife, floats in the void. From a distance, people can feel a sense of trembling and soul stirring. Different from gray Yuan Li, although gray Yuan Li is dead, it definitely does not have the bloodthirsty smell released by the war of soul cutting.

With the breath of heaven and earth, Xu Feng can even feel a trace of tyranny in the war of soul cutting. Xu Feng understood that it was not Zhang Hehua's breath, because Zhang Hehua only hated him. But this soul cutting war is different. That feeling is almost to tear up the world, between heaven and earth, for his exclusive respect.

Even Tu Wei and Bai fan were surprised when they heard about the soul cutting! As Zhang Hehua's companions, they certainly know how powerful soul cutting is. Soul cutting is a top-level martial art at the Xuanji level. Once the soul is killed, someone will die. As far as they know, no one can survive under the attack of soul cutting.

Now, Zhang Hehua has released Xu Feng. In their hearts, Xu Feng is dead.

"Drink!"

The war of soul cutting condensed about three or four breaths. Zhang Hehua shouted and split his hands in the void. The war of soul cutting behind him roared like lightning. At the same time, Tu Wei and Bai fan took back their martial arts and returned to Zhang Hehua as soon as possible.

"This time, the boy is dead!"

Tu Wei looked at Xu Feng pursued by the soul cutting war with a sneer and said confidently.

"Once the soul dies, someone will die. This sentence is not a joke!"

Bai fan is also praising that the death of soul cutting is a top-level martial art of Xuan level. Since Zhang Hehua got it, his strength has become stronger, and can even be comparable to the great perfection of the general Wuyuan realm.

As soon as the war of soul cutting comes out, even the strong in Wuyuan territory have to be careful.

"Hum!"

Zhang Hehua enjoyed their praise, disdained on his face, but felt very happy in his heart. The feeling of revenge was too wonderful for him.

"Ah!"

Xu Feng's whole body was submerged in the siege of the soul cutting war. As soon as the soul cutting war touched his body, he cried out in pain. It was not the pain of the body, but the scream of the soul. His knowledge of the sea was like being shot by thousands of arrows, with a splitting headache.

Lingering in the breath of heaven and earth of knowing the sea, the three foot silver Ling rotates rapidly, constantly repairing the damage suffered by Xu Feng's knowing the sea. Knowing the sea and Dantian are the two most important parts of practitioners.

Dantian can still survive if it is broken, but the cultivation is wasted, and you can't practice again all your life. But when the sea collapses, it will die directly, and there is no way to cure it.

It's very rare to directly attack Shihai. I didn't expect Xu Feng to meet him casually on the road today!

Endless pain tormented Xu Feng. Xu Feng kept wailing and screaming all over the world. Even when Qinglan beat him seriously, Xu Feng didn't make such a terrible cry.

Xu Feng's voice gradually weakened, and his consciousness became more and more blurred. It is also because Xu Feng has the protection of the breath of heaven and earth, so he can hold up ten breath time under the knife of soul cutting. If it is someone else, there is no way at all.

When the breath of heaven and earth can no longer do anything, Xu Feng's eyelids are like a thousand kilograms of heavy stones pressing on them. He has to close them at any time. This is a sign that the sea is close to collapse!

In fact, there are many cracks in Xu Feng's knowledge of the sea. Now it's just an attack, and Xu Feng's knowledge of the sea will turn into a void like an egg.

"Buzz!"

Just when Xu Feng was in despair, the gray yuan force even made a trembling sound in the Dantian field of Xu Feng. Gray yuan force is not much, but Xu Feng can feel their excitement at this time.

"Is it because I feel the war of soul cutting!"

Xu Feng was incredulous, thinking that after hesitating a breathing time, Xu Feng fought back to understand the pain in the sea, and moved the gray and Yuan Li from the Ditai.

If we don't seize this last opportunity, Xu Feng will only have a dead end. Xu Feng is not a person waiting for death. Instead, he might as well fight hard. He lives or dies, and each has his destiny!