World Wide Martial Art

The meridians that were halfway through their circulation suddenly went into chaos with the sound of shouting. Yuan Li went backwards and upwards. At this moment, Ye Feng's whole body gradually became icy cold, and even took on a breath that was too thick to be dissolved. Killing intent. Situ Reading

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Wow!

The night wind was chilly, and his long black hair was fluttering in the wind. After a short time, Ye Feng... had done his best to raise his body, energy, spirit, and many other states to the highest possible level.

At this moment, behind his head, a huge blue-gray stone tablet slowly emerged, with bright lines, releasing strange and astonishing magic power.

Compared with the previous Ye Feng, Ye Feng, who was hanging in the air, was undoubtedly several times stronger in terms of combat power.

"You little beast, there are endless magical powers and secret methods, but you actually...have a weird method that can enhance the two realms of King Realm?"

"Haha, maybe this is your true strength. Yes, yes, after killing you, I will fully accept all the secrets in you."

Ning Shentong's pupils shrank and at the same time, he reached out and made a move, and a large amount of fire energy condensed in his palm.

Under the strong pressure, the flames emitted violent sonic booms, and the energy fluctuations they released made the space even more illusive.

At this moment, Ning Shentong had only one belief: to kill Ye Feng, plunder everything about Ye Feng, and then run away. After he digested all the secrets from Ye Feng, he would come to Starlight City to seek revenge on the Lord of Star City and Bai Hucheng.

"Bah!"

Feeling the strong fire coming from the opponent's palm, Ye Feng's heartstrings tightened, and he could no longer resist the stimulation of murderous intent. He jumped up with the Nine Jue Sky Monument in hand and slapped Ning Shentong's body hard.

When facing an extremely powerful semi-saint, this guy... not only did not lose heart, but actually launched a frontal attack.

I really don’t know... what gave him such confidence.

Ning Shentong smiled ferociously, raised his palm, and unleashed a majestic fire intent.

Boom boom!

With one palm and one monument, fiery energy fluctuations burst out at the same time, approaching quickly.

Bang!

When the palm print was about a foot away from Ye Feng's side, the Jiu Jue Tian Monument began to tremble violently, and an unstoppable violent force ricocheted onto the stone monument.

Ye Feng's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he raised the Jiu Jue Tian Monument above his head. After a moment of stalemate, he finally let go and flew out.

The strength of the Semi-Saint is self-evident.

However, the Jiu Jue Sky Monument escaped, but Ye Feng's figure did not stop. After his face sank, a green flame in his hand transformed into the shape of a flying bird. With Yuan Li rapidly filling his fists, his accumulation reached its peak in an instant.

"Ten Directions Bagua, Eight Fists...into one!"

Roaring like a tiger, Ye Feng shook his shoulders from side to side. After releasing his remaining strength, he used the most powerful blow of the Shifang Bagua Fist and continued to blast Ning Shentong.

The two of them were only ten steps away. This punch had already been planned by Ye Feng. When it exploded, it was like lightning, and it hit Ning Shentong's chest in the blink of an eye.

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

Below the battlefield, countless people screamed in surprise, and their hearts were lifted into their throats.

Chen Xiao and others were undoubtedly shocked. No one expected that Ye Feng would choose such a desperate strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries.

It's just that it's hard to say whether he can hurt Ning Shentong, but he himself definitely can't withstand Ning Shentong's palm.

It's... so stupid.

Bang!

Sure enough, when the flame palm print fell, Ye Feng's entire body was sent flying into the air, and his upper body was wrapped in flames.

Although we still don't know the severity of his injuries, but strings of blood spilled down, there is no doubt that it is more serious than bad.

"You're such an ant, I can't even catch one of my palms!"

Ning Shentong sneered. He didn't pay too much attention to the fist attack that Ye Feng burst out and hit his chest. He just randomly inspired a fire element to form a layer of energy armor to resist the attack of the fist attack.

The figure was about to fly towards Ye Feng, who was knocked away.

When he thought about it, even if Ye Feng raised his cultivation level to the third level of King Realm, so what?

How could someone at the third level of the King Realm still be able to injure his own semi-saint?

However, at the next moment, Ning Shentong suddenly exclaimed, his face suddenly changed, and he saw that the vitality armor that had just been condensed on his body made a clear cracking sound.

Almost in an instant, the power of the fist suddenly split into eight, turning into eight types of power with different attributes, some as strong as the sea, some as soft as water, and it could be seen that they exploded on his chest at the same time.

He frowned, and a large fire shot out of his body, shattering and disintegrating the eight punches, and then dispersed Ye Feng's blow. Just like this, his attention on chasing Ye Feng was instantly lost.

He lowered his head and glanced at the broken robe on his body. The fiery red fist mark still on his chest seemed to be mocking him, making Ning Shentong's face become extremely gloomy.

Old Man Xing couldn't even break his robe, but it was actually broken by a young martial artist at the third level of King Realm.

"Old thief Ning, your combat power at the semi-sacred realm doesn't seem to be very good."

Tens of feet away, the flames surrounding Ye Feng suddenly exploded, revealing a somewhat embarrassed figure. His upper body and robes were all in pieces, and there were traces of blood hanging from the corners of his mouth. However, his energy and energy were not damaged, and he was high-spirited. His fighting spirit became even higher.

"What's going on? You got a slap from me, but you're... okay?"

This scene was beyond Ning Shentong's expectation. His eyes were stern, and when his eyes fell on Ye Feng's chest, he showed some realization.

"Divine soil Ying soil? You still have such a treasure, no wonder you can withstand my palm."

"But this second palm of my old man, I'm giving you a bargain by blowing your head off... Well, I'll disrupt your energy flow, capture you and search your soul to refine your spirit, and see what use you have Ying soil for?"

Seeing that Ye Feng was not dead, cheers immediately rang out from below the city. But in addition to cheering, many people showed their worries. Under the bombardment of Ning Shentong's palm, the so-called divine soil Ying soil was dim and it seemed that it could not withstand the second blow for the time being.

"The true meaning of the flame."

Before they could calm down the throbbing in their hearts, Ning Shentong's second palm had already been hit.

This palm used the Jihuobao martial arts, and the power contained was incomparable to the previous one. Ning Shentong's right palm was crystal clear, as if it was really transformed by the glass flame.

Under the pressure of the palm print, the flow of Yuanli within a hundred feet stagnated. Everyone felt that their bodies were difficult and their meridians became dry and hot.

"No, this is difficult!"

Chen Xiao and others, who had always been full of fighting spirit, subconsciously showed a look of fear. Even at such a long distance, they could feel the power of the fire palm print. The situation of Ye Feng at a close distance can be imagined.

In the first palm, perhaps Ye Feng did exchange injuries for injuries, but for Ning Shentong, it was not an injury at all, and did not cause any substantial damage.

Except that he lost some face.

It is unimaginable to achieve this step with the first level of King Realm. Even if it is in the middle or even late stage of King Realm, it is impossible to hit a semi-saint or even blow up the clothes of a semi-saint.

Ye Feng's performance is undoubtedly shocking, but it is just like that at most.

Ning Shentong's more brutal and domineering second palm, what can he use to resist?