Crisis

One hundred and eighteenth crisis

Yifeng looked at Liu Zixuan who was looking at him with a surprised face, and he was slightly concerned, although his own strength could barely match Liu Zixuan by relying on Suipo. But he also knows that there is still a huge gap between the two sides. Although Liu Zixuan used the Japanese-level martial arts just now, it didn't use the essence.

Yifeng secretly calculated that if Liu Zixuan used all his strength to use the Japanese rank martial skill. I can resist his fifth level of strength at most. The most important thing is that although the attack is powerful, with his current skill, he can't last long. If Liu Zixuan hadn't been killed within ten minutes, he would be killed by him because he lost his strength.

Liu Zixuan was also very scrupulous about the man in front of him, although he did not only use five points of strength to break the net just now. However, he was surprised enough to block it with the strength of a low-level teacher. What's more, this kid's body skills are extremely strange, coupled with that powerful fist, even if he is not careful, he will definitely suffer a big loss.

Thinking of his master's explanation, Liu Zixuan snorted in his heart. The current situation is not suitable for making trouble. Although he was a little unwilling, he still turned his head and left. Anyway, when the master and the suzerain finished handling those matters, there would be a hundred chances to kill this kid.

"I want to go!" Yi Feng sneered, his figure swung to the limit, and there were waves of whistling wind. Suipo formed in an instant, exuding awe-inspiring momentum, and slammed towards Liu Zixuan viciously.

"Grass……"

Liu Zixuan couldn't help cursing angrily, he didn't expect this kid to be so hateful, his handsome face became ferocious, and the veins on his fists twitched: "Boy, if you want to die, I will fulfill you."

"Go to hell!"

Liu Zixuan turned sideways, and all the fighting energy in his body surged out. The golden light instantly condensed on his fist, and with a shocking sound of piercing through the air, he fiercely met Yifeng's fist.

"bump……"

With a muffled sound, Yifeng flew backwards, the blood in his body was tumbling violently, and a powerful force surged up his body along his arms. The huge force made Yifeng step on his feet continuously, and as he stepped on, the bluestone on the ground also quickly shattered. As you can imagine, that strength is powerful.

"Pfft..."

Yifeng spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Yifeng..."

Die Yunyu panicked, and was about to dodge forward, but was held back by Mr. Zhao's withered hands: "Miss, he didn't suffer too much injury!"

As Mr. Zhao said, Yifeng was not seriously injured. He did not expect Liu Zixuan's reaction to be so fast. He counterattacked in an instant, making himself unable to dodge. And he touched the palm of the hand.

Obviously, Liu Zixuan was determined to kill him. He is not afraid of making things worse. This punch at least mobilized 80% of his fighting spirit.

Similarly, Yifeng had to admire the Phantom's movement skills, which could almost seriously injure his own strength with a single punch. Under its unloading method, it scattered in all directions. Although he spat out a mouthful of blood, the blood in his body was still churning. But at least there is fighting power.

Heaven-level exercises! It's just that extraordinary. Yifeng didn't dare to think about what it would be like if he practiced to the extreme.

Die Yunyu stood in the distance and watched Yifeng wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his body was already standing upright. There was also this gleam in her eyes: she could see the power of that punch just now, even if Yifeng could catch it, he would be seriously injured, but she didn't expect that he just spit out a mouthful of blood.

Liu Zixuan obviously didn't expect that the opponent could resist 80% of the strength displayed by the Japanese martial arts. He sneered and said, "Unexpectedly, you still have some skills. However, you will definitely die today."

Liu Zixuan snorted, and his figure flickered violently, several times faster than before. Now he can't care about the teacher's explanation, he just wants to kill the boy in front of him.

Yifeng looked at Liu Zixuan whose speed had skyrocketed in some horror, only then did he realize that this kid had hidden most of his strength just now. Just now Yifeng wondered why with the energy of the Golden Eagle Sect, the disciples he cultivated were no different from ordinary eighth-level masters, but now he suddenly understood.

"Old Zhao, I hope you will save him." Die Yunyu also knew that Liu Zixuan had murderous intentions. Although Yi Feng's broken broken has narrowed the distance between the two, but the eighth division level is always the eighth division level. It's not something that Yifeng below the third rank can resist, not to mention that Liu Zixuan is not an ordinary teacher-level powerhouse. With the strength of the master behind him, there is no shortage of advanced exercises.

Mr. Zhao smiled undeniably, but he always felt that this kid would not only have such a little ability.

...

"Do you think I can't kill you like this?"

Yifeng sneered, with a murderous intent on his body, and a trace of sarcasm on his handsome face.

"Kill me?! I see what means you have?!"

Liu Zixuan let out a loud cry, bursts of battle energy surged out of his meridians, the fist of his right hand slid a strange trace in the void, turned at an angle, and slammed fiercely towards Yifeng's chest.

Liu Zixuan, whose speed had skyrocketed, was not at all worried that Yifeng would dodge it. At such a short distance, even if his speed was indeed faster than his own, he still couldn't dodge it.

The facts were just as he thought, Yifeng saw that there was no way to avoid him, so he also went up to meet him. The two powerful forces kept approaching, and the void was oppressed by the huge momentum.

Five feet, four feet, three feet... Liu Zixuan was extremely happy as he saw the distance getting closer and closer. He is absolutely sure that his punch is 100% powerful. It is definitely not something that the young man in front of him can take over, even if he is using the martial arts with soaring strength.

However, just when his fist was about to touch Yi Feng, his eyes widened in horror, filled with disbelief.

"People! Disappeared?!"

Liu Zixuan couldn't believe his empty front, but there was nothing in front of his eyes except for the wind caused by his own strength?

Just when he was looking for that nasty boy, he suddenly felt an extremely powerful force coming from his back. Although it was much worse than his own, it was enough to seriously injure himself.

When Liu Zixuan's horrified back was sweating violently, an extremely charming voice rang out in shock: "Teleportation?!"

As soon as Die Yunyu's words fell, Liu Zixuan felt that he was hit by a hard fist. A surge of berserk energy suddenly surged into his body, wantonly destroying his internal organs.

Die Yunyu looked at Liu Zixuan who was flying backwards spurting blood, and stared at those charming eyes. A scene that he couldn't believe was really staged before his eyes.

Teleport! Yes! It's teleportation! She watched with her own eyes that Yifeng disappeared from in front of Liu Zixuan, and then appeared behind him out of thin air. Isn't this teleportation? !

Similarly, Yifeng, who punched Liu Zixuan, is having a hard time now. The teleport just now drained most of his energy. Teleportation is a skill in Phantom Body Art. I can barely use it now, but the price is not small. With his current strength, even in the heyday of Dou Qi. It can only be used twice, and cannot exceed a distance of two meters.

However, he thought it was worth it to kill Liu Zixuan. The grudge that was consumed was restored after a few days of practice.

Yifeng didn't let go of Liu Zixuan who was seriously injured on the ground, and the little fighting energy left gathered in his hands again, and he slammed towards him fiercely.

Liu Zixuan's terrified eyes did not affect Yifeng's speed at all, and he was within a foot of him in a blink of an eye.

"Sinister! How dare you hurt my apprentice!"

Just when Yifeng's fist was about to hit Liu Zixuan, a loud shout came into Yifeng's ears. The powerful momentum also attacked fiercely, and Yi Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood when he was under pressure.

When Yifeng was horrified by the strength of the opponent who could vomit blood because of his aura, he felt an extremely powerful energy blast towards him in an instant, and there was no way to hide. Even if someone came to rescue, it was too late.