Chapter 25 Soul Possession

"Looking for death!" Yang Zhong roared angrily, and a powerful diamond punch slammed into Shi Feng's chest. If Shi Feng was just an ordinary civilian, if this punch was real, he would have to be smashed to pieces. He is paralyzed, disabled for life, and suffers heart-wrenching pain until he dies.

This punch can be described as cruel and vicious. If it is replaced by ordinary people, under this punch, this life will be ruined.

"Brother Yang Zhong, hit him!" Li Ru, who was behind Yang Zhong, saw Yang Zhong shot for her, smiling brightly, and exclaimed happily.

Shi Feng's face did not change color, his face was light and cloudy, his left hand was spread out, and his left palm looked very casual and had no strength, and slowly pushed it forward.

But Shi Feng took Yang Zhong's violent and violent punch lightly with such a casual, weak and slow palm, and then Shi Feng shrank his fingers and clenched Yang Zhong's fist in his hand.

"Ah!" A heart-piercing, pig-like shout came out of Yang Zhong's mouth.

Yang Zhong only felt that there was a huge force coming from his fist, and he wanted to crush his own fist. At this moment, Yang Zhong had already lost his master style, and the severe pain made his face distorted and went crazy. It was as ferocious as a beast, and let out a roar of pain.

"Let go... let me go, I... belong to the Wang family of Cangyue City, Mo... Could it be that you... want to be the enemy of the king... the Wang family!" Yang Zhong squatted down in pain and moved out of the backstage Wang family.

"Humph!" Hearing the Wang family, Shi Feng even smiled and snorted: "Hai Batian was killed by Lao Tzu, and the short fat Wang family should retreat three points when they see Lao Tzu, not to mention that you are only from the Wang family. It's just a dog." Shi Feng said, the strength in his hand increased a bit.

"Ahhhhh!" Zhao Zhong's painful howl resounded.

On the other side, Li Ru was completely dumbfounded. She was so dumbfounded as she looked at what was happening in front of her. Was the person who was squatting on the ground and screaming, was the invincible Zhao Zhong in her mind?

And the person who had an evil smile on his face, causing Zhao Zhong to mourn in pain, was the poor boy from the Shi family who had been looked down upon by him and had been ruthlessly rejected by him some time ago?

Li Ru felt that the world suddenly became unreal, and she even wondered if she was dreaming at the moment, an absurd dream.

Shi Feng looked at Yang Zhong coldly, clenched his fist with his right hand, and struck back with the same strength, hitting Yang Zhong's chest with the same vajra fist.

"Who are you! Dare to deceive my disciple!" Suddenly, an old and hoarse voice sounded, as if it came from Yang Zhong's body.

Shi Feng even felt that a majestic force was rapidly rising in Yang Zhong.

Shi Feng hurriedly closed his fist, and his left hand holding Yang Zhong's fist also quickly loosened, and hurried backwards toward the back, until he had withdrawn seven or eight meters before he stopped and stared ahead.

At this moment, a strong gust of wind was blowing around Yang Zhong. The leaves, dead branches, and stones on the road were all swept up by the gust of wind, flying around Yang Zhong.

"Yi, insult my disciple, destroy it." Yang Zhong said, and the voice he made was the old hoarse voice just now. When the voice fell, a giant sword the size of a door made of airflow suddenly condensed in the sky above Shi Feng. Shi Feng on the ground angrily chopped down.

"Sister!" Shi Feng scolded secretly, hurriedly used his body technique, and slammed his right foot on the ground, "Bang!" There was a low sonic boom from the ground, and Shi Feng's body flew backwards quickly.

"Boom!" The giant sword hit the ground with a violent roar. The place where Shi Feng stood just now was immediately smashed into a big pit, the gravel splashed, and the dust flew.

In a piece of dust filled with white, a white figure floated out immediately.

Yes, it was floating. Zhao Zhong's feet were about half a meter off the ground, and his body was suspended in the void, floating out from the permeating white dust.

"Old thing, it turns out to be the soul of Dao!" Looking at Yang Zhong who was suspended in the air in front of him, Shi Feng said coldly, "Old thing,

I see how long you can maintain this state of possession! "

The soul is also the state of the soul after death. After the death of ordinary people, the soul will also die in the heaven and earth.

But there are also some special souls, or powerful souls, or have learned mysterious soul secrets, and can survive in the state of soul.

The Yang Zhong in front of Shi Feng's eyes was possessed by a soul at this moment, and the coercion emanating from Yang Zhong at this moment, Shi Feng was sure that this soul was a powerful person in his lifetime, and his realm was at least in the Martial Spirit Realm.

However, this state of soul possession is extremely harmful to the physical body. Although Yang Zhong is a martial artist, his physical body is much stronger than that of ordinary people, but it will still be much worse than the martial artist who really takes the body refining route. If this kind of attachment If he persisted in his physical state and used martial skills that surpassed the limits of his physical body, Yang Zhong would most likely burst his muscles and veins, shatter his dantian, and explode his body to his death.

"Death!" The soul in Yang Zhong's body seemed to be furious because Shi Feng saw through it. With a roar, Yang Zhong raised his right hand, and a huge palm print composed of airflow was instantly formed above Shi Feng's head, bigger than the giant sword just now. Three or four times, aiming at Shi Feng and slamming it violently, looking at the power, it seems that everything will be shattered under this palm.

"Sister! Come again!" Shi Feng cursed again, once again using his body technique, his right foot stepped on the ground, and his body flew backwards.

But once the palm print was not like the giant sword just now, when Shi Feng moved, the palm print was still aimed at Shi Feng and slapped down.

Shi Feng stood still, raised his head, his mind moved, and a hideous ground pierced out of the ground, rose from the ground, and faced the palm print that fell diagonally.

"Yin Sha!" Shi Feng shouted lowly, a white shadow shot out from the ground, Yin Sha rushed into the air, his right fist clenched, and his right fist also slammed into the palm print.

The blood-colored long sword was also held in Shi Feng's hand at this time, "Nine secluded swordsmanship!" The long sword danced, and tadpole-like forest-white runes floated around Shi Feng. The faster the sword danced, the more the runes gathered. The more, densely packed, with a low voice from Shi Feng: "Go!"

The sword in Shi Feng's hand pointed obliquely to the sky, and all the dense runes rushed to the body of the blood sword. This long sword that originally looked blood red became a white, white light, and trembled in Shi Feng's hand.

"Boom!" The hideous ground thorn took the lead to meet the palm print, and when it touched it, the ground thorn exploded instantly.

"Crack!" Immediately followed by Yin Sha, his right fist gathered all his strength and slammed into the palm of his hand!

Under Yin Sha's punch, the palm print was blocked in the air, but it only blocked two breaths, and Yin Sha's body was slapped to the ground as if it was slapped by a fly swatter.

The obstacle was broken, the palm print was castrated, and its power continued to be suppressed, pressing on Shi Feng.

At this moment, Shi Feng finally followed suit.

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