Young Martial God

"Who's coming?"

There was infinite horror in his eyes.

A warrior?

Bang!

The breathtaking air is like ten million sharp blades cutting the surrounding air. The air waves sweep up layer upon layer, and the figures fall to the ground, and the underground is broken inch by inch.

Ye Zhi's eyelids jumped, his eyes widened, and his eyes showed a thick color of horror.

"Who's coming?"

He gave a loud drink.

"Who on earth is this? Why do I always feel like I've seen it somewhere? " Ye Zhi frowned, and a confusion rose in his heart.

Meng Feng stares at Ye Zhi with a smirk: "who am I? Don't you know? Ye Zhi, you are so noble and forgetful that you dare to kill my son. Today you will pay for your blood. "

"What?"

Ye Zhi's pupil was tight, and a figure appeared in his mind. He took a deep breath and said in surprise, "you are Meng Feng, the elder of the Mongolian family."

"Ha ha, yes, I am Meng Feng. I don't care why the clan leader gave up, but you must die today."

Meng Feng's eyes were red, and his endless hatred and murderous spirit suddenly rose. Countless stones around him burst out in this momentum.

Under this pressure, ye Zhi feels the pressure of Mount Tai, big sweat drops constantly fall, and the sharp pain in his heart fiercely stimulates his nerves.

"I can't resist you when I think about Jingwu? Bad

"Blue power?"

Ye Zhi is very anxious. He thinks of the scene in the battle field. He hastens to send out Zhanlan Lingli, but he is surprised to find that Zhanlan Lingli has no response.

Shit!

At this critical moment, Zhanlan Lingli doesn't respond, letting Ye Zhi's heart hang to his throat.

"You must die."

Meng Feng's eyes are furious and laughing. He turns his palms into claws. The dark black spirit power bursts out and turns into a fierce leopard.

When he opened his mouth, the fierce breath poured into the whole valley, stirring the air like lightning, and grabbing Ye Zhi's head.

"It can't be stopped. Even if you urge Linghuo, you can only see a trace of shadow. Is this the warrior of yinianjing cultivation?"

Ye Zhi's eyes were wide open, and his heart was bitter.

This time, if he hits, he will die.

On the verge of attack, he clenched his teeth, urged all his Qi and blood, and made every effort to make a fist.

Bang!

"Ah ~"

Ye Zhi was driven into the mountain, embedded in it, right hand fracture, helplessly drooping.

The bleak sound of wailing all over the valley was frightening.

"Not dead yet?"

Looking at Ye Zhi in the mountain wall, he opened his eyes and was surprised.

"It's over."

With the help of his feet, Meng Feng's body leaped up. The power of his fist made the surrounding air vibrate violently and crack.

A dark shadow of the fist smashed the void, and the violent vibration was like wind waves, which made Ye Zhi's head hum and blood flow from his lips.

Bang!

Come on!

The clear sound of fist rings in the valley.

Ye Zhi body suddenly a tight, two eyes protrude, unable to express the pain let him feel the eyes will be squeezed.

"Well"

From his throat, he let out a wail of pain, opened his mouth, and thick blood came out.

Strength is also rapidly losing.

Are you really dying here?

He lowered his head difficultly, a big fist was deep in his heart, the blood hole suddenly appeared, and the blood surged out.

No, I can't die here. I have to stand on the top of martial arts. I have to find my sister.

How can I die?

Ye Zhi roars in his heart, and his brain is full of strong desire to win.

That pair of protruding eyes suddenly burst out a strong blue light.

"What's the situation?"

Meng Feng suddenly yelled.

He quickly takes back his fist and stares at Ye Zhixin's hole.

In that hole, blood vessels loomed, and even the beating heart could be seen.

On the edge of the heart, a gorgeous blue fire was floating.

"Spirit fire, how can you have spirit fire? No way

Meng Feng doesn't believe that a warrior in the realm of blood and soul will have spirit fire.

Besides, he was still alive after he was killed.

Who is this?

"You're the minder, you're the minder."

Meng Feng seemed to think of something. His body swayed and his eyes were filled with infinite horror.

No wonder the clan leader will give up revenge.

He is a spiritual man.

How does he compare with the executioner?

"Ha ha..."

Meng Feng laughs wildly, and his heart is full of resentment towards the clan.

"So what about the minder? To kill my son is a dead end. " Meng Feng looks up at the sky and laughs like a madman. He punches heavily in the blood hole.

The family, the executioner, is now occupied by infinite anger and murderous spirit.

Bang!

Come on!

Embedded in the cliff, ye Zhi's body trembled. A terrible force hit him heavily. The thunderous sound made him really feel the approaching of death.

But he still stares at Meng Feng, and the blue fire in his eyes is more and more vigorous.

"Not dead?" Meng Feng took back his fist, looked at his heart in a daze, and gasped.

As a warrior in the realm of blood and soul, he can't break the heart of a warrior in the realm of blood and soul?

impossible!

"I don't believe it."

Meng Feng clenched his teeth and hit him with one punch.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

With each blow in his heart, ye Zhi's consciousness was in a trance, but the violent roar of his heart made him wake up.

Meng Feng didn't notice that the blue fire beside his heart was shining. In the fire, the blue power with a thick thumb quickly fell into the fire.

Soon, Meng Feng looks at Ye Zhi's heart.

His heart is already scarred, leaving only one heart and spirit fire standing there, depending on how he attacks.

"You, who are you?"

This situation, this scene, let him feel bursts of fear, this is a person?

"Cough!"

Ye Zhi opened his eyes difficultly, coughed, and the blood foam came out. A trace of sarcasm appeared on his twisted face: "this, this is Yinian, the one who reads Jingwu... Hum..."

"How can a warrior in the realm of blood and soul ridicule him?" Meng Feng's face stagnated, and then he became angry and felt extremely humiliating.

He can't do anything with the people in the blood and soul realm?

"Dark moon strike, die."

Meng Feng's whole body is dark, and he has a dark moon behind him. With gusts of wind, he hits Ye Zhi's head with one palm.

That's his killer.

"I don't believe your head is harder than a stone."

Meng Feng seems to see the scene of Ye Zhi exploding his head, which makes him very excited.

Ye Zhi's decadent eyes trembled, and a kind of power of swallowing the ground suddenly burst out of the spirit fire in his heart.

"The power has finally come out."

Ye Zhi was overjoyed.

At this critical moment, he raised his hand in front of him.

Bang!

The brilliant blue light instantly covered Ye Zhi's whole body, and a kind of power to devour heaven and earth burst out.

"Ah, what's the situation?"

Under the blue light, Meng Feng uttered a cry of panic.

"My spirit fire... Ah..."

Meng Feng looked at Ye Zhi in horror and shriveled quickly.

His spirit fire, Qi, blood and spirit power were all swallowed up by this attraction.

With the phagocytosis going on, ye Zhi feels that the blood hole in his heart is healing quickly. Blood vessels coagulate, Qi and blood surge, and his heart beats again.

He could feel that all he had swallowed from Meng Feng's body was filling his body with lightning.

Gradually, a little swelling pain appeared.

"Oh, this, this is Meng Feng's spirit fire?" Ye Zhi opened his eyes and looked at the dark fire coming out of Meng Feng's body. He gasped.

"Can even fire devour it?"

Soon, the dark black spirit fire entered his body and let the blue spirit fire engulf him.

"I really swallowed it." Ye Zhi felt frightened.

Spirit fire is the key to the cultivation of martial arts. Without spirit fire, not only all accomplishments will be scattered, but also life will fall.

Whoo!

Meng Feng's shriveled body fell to the ground, and the cold air immediately froze it.

The one who thought of Jingwu died here.

"Wow

Ye Zhi suddenly sent out a sad wail. He felt the spirit fire in his heart jump up and down, hit his heart like a heavy hammer, and his whole body kept twitching.

Bang!

Strong struggle, ye Zhi rushed out from the cliff, fell to the ground, kept rolling, the whole body strong blue light, so that the surrounding air-conditioning are burning.

In the valley, there was a howl of pain.

In the torment, ye Zhi finds that there is a warm power overflowing from the spirit fire, moistening his whole body. His heart is so terrible that he is completely healed.

At last, the wailing stopped. Ye Zhi falls to the ground feebly, gasps fiercely, and bursts of palpitations appear in his eyes.

It seems that the spirit fire is about to burst.

Seeing Meng Feng's corpse, ye Zhi takes a breath of air. As soon as he reads Jingwu, he is swallowed up.

The mind sinks into the body. Ye Zhi looks at the blue fire and opens his mouth.

Blue fire is twice as big as before.

"Could it be that Meng Feng's spirit power and spirit fire were used to strengthen himself?" Ye Zhi swallowed his saliva and muttered to himself.

"But what about Zhanlan Lingli?" Ye Zhi suddenly found that in addition to several strands of hair like blue power, the big thumb and phagocytic power disappeared“ What's the situation? " Ye Zhi is puzzled“ The blue power may melt into the fire. Meng Feng's fire will change your fire. " The old evil of the world came out at this time. There was a hint of surprise in his tone. The previous events were all in his awareness. Even as the strongest person in the former heaven's spirit and martial arts world, wuzun Ji, he felt very incredible. The spirit fire that blue root stone changes is really incalculable“ Change of spirit fire? Xie Zun, how can I feel that the spirit fire has changed greatly, and it doesn't seem to have changed. " Ye Zhi frowned and said inexplicably“ I don't quite understand the specific situation. The spirit fire changed by blue root stone has already surpassed the cognition of the heaven spirit martial arts world. But what you can be sure of is that at this time, your spirit fire also has the power of swallowing, and it can swallow the spirit fire of other warriors. " When the old devil said this, his tone was full of surprise. Devour other people's spirit fire, strengthen their own strength. Such a thing, if spread, will be enough to cause a sensation. The spirit fire is the foundation of the martial arts. The old evil spirits have never heard that there is a secret skill that devours the spirit fire in the heaven spirit martial arts world. Like to hold (hold) the fastest update speed.