Peerless Martial Soul

Even Yang Buyi, with a slight smile on his mouth, gently twisting his beard, he is very proud of his grand-nephew, this is the best martial arts spirit ever produced by the Yang family in the past two decades.

A look of worry appeared on the faces of Han Yu'er and others. Although Shen Yanbing's complexion was as usual, her little hand was gently clenched, revealing her mood.

Chen Feng sneered: "You have a martial spirit, don't you?"

As soon as the voice fell, six consecutive yellow lights flashed behind him, and the figure of Xiang Liu Wuhun quietly emerged. At this time, the Wuhun Xiangliu had already grown two heads, and the huge body was tens of meters long, which gave people a great sense of oppression.

"Sang Liu Wuhun is actually the ancient demon **** Xiang Liu!"

"Sixth-Rank Yellow, higher than Yang Jingtian's fifth-Rank Yellow Martial Spirit!"

This time, the exclamation and shocking shouts that erupted from the crowd were even bigger than those of the Snow Martial Spirit who had just seen Yang Jingtian.

The disciples onlookers were completely shocked, Snow Martial Spirit was already stronger enough, but the ancient demon **** Liu Martial Spirit was obviously better.

Deep jealousy flashed in the eyes of many people. These two disciples who had just entered the Nei Zongzong were really geniuses! It is envious of death.

The appearance of the dual-headed Liu Wuhun even moved many Nei Zong elders.

Like a treasure offering, Old Xu smiled at the old man next to him: "Say, how about it? I think this kid is good, right?"

The old man's mouth twitched slightly, and said lightly: "From now on, talent is still good, martial arts can be considered, but I don't know what the fighting will is. On the road of martial arts, sometimes the will is even more important than the talent."

Old Xu smiled slightly: "You can just look down."

Yang Chao’s laughter stopped abruptly, as if he was cut in half, his face was embarrassed and angry. He just said that Yang Jingtian’s martial arts spirit is something that Chen Feng can’t even envy, and now Chen Feng’s martial arts The soul appeared to be stronger than Yang Jingtian's, causing him to be slapped in the face, fiery and painful.

Chen Feng turned his head, with a ridiculous smile on his face: "This elder, what do you think of this Wuhun? Can you still see it? How is it better than your nephew Wuhun?"

Yang Chao looked gloomy: "Boy, you're looking for death."

An unpleasant color flashed across Yang Buyi's face. This disciple named Chen Feng was too mad, and he didn't know how to advance or retreat.

Chen Feng said coldly: "You can be so arrogant and humiliate me at will, can't I even speak up?"

"Where is there so much nonsense?" Yang Jingtian sternly shouted: "Come and pick up my Ice Palm!"

Speaking of pushing out the palms, the palm prints all over the sky, falling freely. This time, under the blessing of his Flying Snow Dance Soul, the power of the Ice Palm increased by at least 30%, and the number of palm prints had also increased by 30%, making it impossible to judge the reality of the reality. After this palm hit, the prestige was so great that it made people feel that they could not resist at all.

Chen Feng laughed loudly, and once again thunder drew his sword and cut out, or madly thunder cut, this time, he cut out nine knives one after another.

This time, Chen Feng did not use the Dragon Elephant Fighting Heaven Technique, but the running Hunyuan Yi Qigong. With the support of Xiang Liu Wuhun, Hun Yuan Yi Qigong ran wildly, with nine acupuncture points and 81 cyclones. Spin quickly together. A huge amount of Gang Qi surged in Chen Feng's body. At this moment, severe pain came from the meridians and acupuncture points, making Chen Fengyang still screaming.

However, his sword is even more violent and mighty, as if it could split a mountain. And Hun Yuan Yi Qigong's knife-like needle-like Gang Qi increased the power of Kuang Lei Slash. Chen Feng's nine knives cut out one after another, directly smashing Yang Jingtian's cold palm.

Chen Feng laughed loudly: "Yang Jingtian, what else do you have? Use them one by one!"

A shadow flashed in Yang Jingtian's eyes. Chen Feng's entanglement and strength were beyond his expectations. He originally thought that the battle could be solved with the palm of ice, but now it seems completely impossible. There was a touch of firmness in his eyes. It seems that some determination has been made.

He didn't say a word, he didn't say a word, and it was the cold palm shot again, and Chen Feng used Kuang Lei Slash to fight.

And at the moment when Frost Palm was smashed by violent thunder, suddenly, a rose-red projectile was thrown from Yang Jingtian's sleeve and it hit Chen Feng righteously.

Chen Feng was caught off guard, unable to resist. The moment the projectile hit Chen Feng, everyone heard a loud bang in their ears, and then felt the flames on the surface. The surrounding area was still cold like winter, but suddenly it became hot again. In Xia, many people were already sweating on their foreheads.

It turned out that at the moment the projectile hit Chen Feng, an extremely violent flame erupted from the projectile, and Chen Feng was wrapped in it in an instant.

A huge fire group appeared on the stage of life and death.

The ice on the stage has completely melted, and even the ice and snow below it is melting. Although it is far away, people feel it is hot. Looking at the fire, there was a look of horror in his eyes.