Chapter 138 Repression

After the Panshan Patriarch landed, his body was like strong grass, firmly attached to the ground, unable to be moved by the wind of his fists, and the mysterious energy kept hitting him.

After coughing up a mouthful of blood, he fell on the ground with a humanoid body, his speed was extremely fast, he landed on all fours, and appeared hundreds of meters away in an instant.

Chu Feng followed up, with fist marks and a black short sword pointing away, never leaving his vitals, and he wanted to attack further, fleeing and chasing, the destructive power was astonishing.

They all traveled at supersonic speed, the air exploded, and all the rocks, giant trees, etc. on the road, as long as they touched their bodies, they all exploded, and there was nothing to stop them.

The speed at this step is very terrifying, and the requirements for the physical body are extremely high, otherwise the body will crack and cannot bear it at all!

"boom!"

A huge brown boulder more than ten meters high was smashed by Panshan Patriarch, and the rocks collapsed into the sky. He flew like a missile, destroying the dead, and the destructive power was terrifying.

He fell on the ground and walked close to the ground, trying to get rid of Chu Feng's close-range attack.

However, Chu Feng followed him like a shadow and locked on to him. In the end, he even jumped forward and rushed forward. The black dagger in his hand pointed directly at Patriarch Panshan's back, and stabbed downward.

The crimson flying sword hovering around the old weasel erupted into a brilliant glow, like a burning cloud dyeing the entire mountain red, it was too bright.

"when!"

The red sword body struck the black short sword in Chu Feng's hand, and the entire void exploded, like thunder falling from nine heavens, shaking the mountain top.

The power of this flying sword is too great, enough to level a mountain!

If Chu Feng wasn't a king-level creature, how could he be able to resist this shocking power? A single attack of dozens or hundreds of ordinary aliens would not be enough for this flying sword to slash.

Chu Feng's mouth was hot, and there were cracks and blood oozing out, but he was not angry, but his eyes showed a blazing light, with great hope.

He is looking forward to the sword control technique very much. If he kills Panshan Patriarch, he may be able to get Panshan's inheritance, and then he will be able to control the sword body and sweep away enemies from all directions.

This thing is invincible, and it can kill opponents hundreds of meters away, which is too terrifying.

Boom!

Although the black dagger was blocked, Chu Feng's fist had already smashed down, hitting Patriarch Panshan's back, the roar of the tiger shook the sky, and a huge tiger swooped down.

This is the tiger shape in Xingyi boxing. A veteran boxer who has practiced boxing for a lifetime may not be able to manifest the real shape, but Chu Feng is proficient and mastered. He understands it thoroughly.

This fist was fierce and domineering, and the white tiger's true form appeared, the master of killing, shaking the sun and the moon, very violent.

Patriarch Panshan was forced to turn over abruptly, his back stuck to the ground and flew upside down, while his hands kept slapping upwards to dispel the white tiger's true form killer move.

bang bang bang...

The two fought fiercely, one was on top, punching continuously, the other was flying upside down against the ground, the collision was fierce, and the wind of fists whistled, louder than the sound of thunder.

This mountain was broken, and it was trampled by two people. There were many cracks on the ground, and all the ancient trees were blown away. It looked fragile in front of the king-level creatures.

puff!

The old weasel coughed up blood, and he couldn't bear it under such a rapid attack. He turned over and stood upright, almost going mad, roaring again and again.

Chu Feng's punch is too heavy, and every time he strikes, there will be a terrible sonic boom. Although there is no lightning, it is more amazing than the landing of thunder.

After breaking the sound barrier, the air seemed to be exploding.

The old weasel encountered a big crisis and fell into Chu Feng's terrifying fist. Although it was very fierce, it couldn't stop this stormy attack.

Boom boom boom...

In the physical fight, Patriarch Panshan's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he couldn't hold on anymore. He was beaten up like a scarecrow, blood was splashed everywhere, his body was shaken violently, and his body was as if sifting chaff.

His whole body was trembling with flesh and blood, and he was dissolving Chu Feng's terrifying fist marks. Even so, he couldn't bear it, and cracks appeared one after another on his body surface, and he was about to be beaten to burst.

"kill!"

Chu Feng shouted loudly, punching to the flesh, domineering and boundless, like a great demon god, advancing all the way, suppressing the opponent.

bang bang bang!

Panshan Patriarch was sent flying again and hit the distant mountain wall, where it collapsed, huge rocks rolled down in all directions, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

The body of the king-level creature was terrifying. Even if he was seriously injured and in danger of life and death, the old weasel was still very terrifying. He rushed up at supersonic speed and shattered all the boulders on his body.

"die!"

Chu Feng shouted loudly, and punched out directly, almost shaking the heavens and the earth. Accompanied by the sound of an explosion like thunder falling from the nine heavens, the air was shaken away, with unparalleled power.

Boom!

Patriarch Panshan's body glowed, and the cracks on the body surface overflowed with strands of blood, which turned into crimson mist and enveloped himself, with king-level power boiling.

Its strength soared, the old weasel was desperate, otherwise he might be shocked to death by Chu Feng's fist, that young human king was too tough.

Boom!

The two collided, emitting a dazzling light. It was the mysterious energy stirring and spreading. Sand and rocks were flying in this place, like a hurricane passing through. Stones as big as millstones were blown up into the air.

Patriarch Panshan staggered and retreated tens of meters away. There were big cracks in the ground under his feet, and the mountains collapsed under his step. It is conceivable what kind of terrifying force he encountered.

In the process of fighting just now, the two sword bodies also kept colliding, and the clanging sound was deafening, as if about to split the sky, the murderous aura was overwhelming, and the sword light illuminated the entire mountain top!

Chu Feng was fine except for the blood on his shoulder, which was cut open by the red flying sword.

There were many cracks on the Panshan Patriarch's body surface, which were shaken by Chu Feng's fist imprint, which almost blasted him to pieces, and the blood mist steamed around him.

He is using the secret method, consuming the blood essence of the beast king at any cost, and continuously providing himself with strength, otherwise he will not be able to stop Chu Feng.

"I underestimated you." Patriarch Panshan whispered, his eyes were cold.

"You asked me to come to Panshan to plead guilty, I'm here, but can you bear it?!" Chu Feng pushed forward, his momentum getting stronger and stronger.

He is slender, tall yet strong, with a crystal clear and perfect body. This is the terrifying flesh of a king-level creature. Even though it looks ethereal, it contains the most terrifying power.

boom!

The battle broke out again, and Chu Feng's fist prints became more terrifying, completely suppressing Panshan's old team, causing him to fly horizontally and spray blood from his mouth and nose.

At the same time, the two sword bodies were also clashing, and the sword light illuminated the mountain peak, rushing up high, and it was very frightening from a distance, as if a peerless sword fairy was fighting for hegemony!

Roar!

Panshan Patriarch roared up to the sky, his body was glowing, and his blood was steaming even more fiercely, but he was still lost, and was beaten several times and crashed into the mountain wall.

Without the Scarlet Flying Sword, he would have been blown away by Chu Feng already!

Even so, he can still possess supersonic speed, with strong winds, and jump on the mountain peaks, as fast as lightning, leaving afterimages one after another, destroying everything he passes.

puff!

The old weasel was bleeding from its seven orifices, and it was about to die.

Chu Feng was approaching, but at this moment he suddenly felt something was wrong, inexplicably horrified, even though the king-level creatures' senses were opposed to each other, he still felt hairy, which meant that the problem was too serious.

In an instant, he ran the special breathing method again, and his body tensed up!

From the premonition that something was wrong to the extremely fast defense, it all happened in an instant, passing by like a flash of lightning.

Chu Feng's hair was all over his body, and his headache was about to split, as if something was about to penetrate into his mind, causing his body to stagger and stand unsteadily.

In mid-air, a golden weasel was not very big, only more than half a foot long, floating there, desperately trying to get into Chu Feng's head.

If Chu Feng hadn't been sufficiently vigilant and frighteningly sensitive just now, he would have been attacked by the weasel, but even so he had endured a terrible attack.

"Die, I have endured you for a long time!"

Patriarch Panshan roared, his real body rushed over and attacked frantically, his body was overflowing with king-level essence blood, which burned into a red glow, providing him with mysterious energy.

He desperately attacked Chu Feng, providing an opportunity for the golden weasel transformed from spiritual power in midair.

This is the ability he gained from unlocking the second shackle. It is almost supernatural, and once again bred an independent spiritual body, like an incarnation outside the body, always hiding in the dark, ready to kill Chu Feng at any time, so as to occupy his body.

This is the killing move of the old weasel, but it is not easy to achieve, so he has been paralyzing Chu Feng, fighting with him, and suddenly killing him at a critical moment.

In fact, Chu Feng was also on guard, because Zeng Zhen's old weasel was in a trance during the bull roar, and he became suspicious at that time.

He knew very well that the mental power of this lineage was extraordinary, far superior to other races, and the Niu Moyin skill was so easy to work, which naturally surprised him.

The old weasel has been coveting Chu Feng's king-level physique. Once he has it, his independent spiritual body will have a sustenance, and he will have a real body.

At that time, he will have Chu Feng's king-level physique, which is equivalent to being a double king, and his strength will skyrocket.

"kill!"

Patriarch Panshan roared, mobilizing his mental power frantically, and the little golden weasel desperately burrowed into Chu Feng's head, wishing to occupy it immediately.

"roll!"

Chu Feng yelled loudly. Although he had a splitting headache, he was very conscious. He used a special breathing method, and exhaled snow-white light like thunder from his mouth.

Roar!

At the same time, he let out a big roar, cast a powerful Bull Demon Fist, and burst out a Bull Demon Roar, which is a method of spiritual attack, which can resist the invasion of divine sense.

"How is it possible?" Patriarch Panshan yelled angrily.

He endured it for a long time, just to kill at a critical moment and take away a king-level body, but now he found that he couldn't get into this body at all, as if he was facing a copper-skinned iron bone.

For other beast kings, they must have already occupied the king-level physical body. The old weasel has such self-confidence and unparalleled mental power, which is simply not something other aliens can resist.

But now he is in big trouble. With Chu Feng's special breathing method, not only is the mysterious energy in his flesh and blood permeated, it is much stronger, but his spirit seems to be breathing, and it has skyrocketed.

At this time, Chu Feng was also taken aback. For the first time, he felt that the spiritual body could also breathe. In an instant, silver flames overflowed from his forehead. It was blazing spiritual power, as if it wanted to burn everything.

"ah……"

The half-foot-long golden weasel fell from mid-air, rolled over, and yelled miserably. It was defeated by its mental strength and was seriously injured by burning.

It screams in agony, for it is over and it is over for itself.