Chapter 1807 Divine Soil

The meridians that were halfway through the operation suddenly became chaotic with the shout, and the Yuanli went backwards and chaotically upwards. Ye Feng's aura gradually became cold at this moment, and even brought with it a strong murderous intent. Situ Reading

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Swish!

The night wind was cold, and the long black hair fluttered in the wind. After a short time, Ye Feng... had done his best to improve his body, Yuanli, spirit and many other states to the peak that could be improved.

And at this moment, behind his head, a huge blue-gray stone tablet slowly emerged, with bright patterns, releasing strange and amazing magic.

Compared with the previous Ye Feng, the Ye Feng suspended in the air, in terms of combat power, was undoubtedly several times stronger.

"Little beast, you have endless magical powers and secrets, and you even have a strange method that can improve the king realm by two realms?"

"Haha, maybe this is your true strength, not bad, not bad, after killing you, I will take over all the secrets in you."

Ning Shentong's pupils shrank, and he stretched out his hand, and a large area of ​​fire condensed in his palm.

Under the strong pressure, the flames made a violent sonic boom, and the energy fluctuations that spread out made the sky illusory.

At this moment, Ning Shentong had only one belief, to kill Ye Feng, plunder everything from Ye Feng, and then escape. After digesting all the secrets from Ye Feng, he would come to Xingguang City to seek revenge on the Star City Lord and Baihucheng.

"Hey!"

Feeling the strong fire transmitted from the other party's palm, Ye Feng's heartstrings tightened, and he could no longer resist the stimulation of murderous aura. He jumped up with the Nine Absolute Heavenly Tablet in his hand and slapped Ning Shentong's body fiercely.

When facing an extremely powerful semi-saint, this guy... not only did not lose heart, but took the initiative to launch a frontal attack.

I really don't know... what gave him such confidence.

Ning Shentong smiled grimly, raised his palm, and burst out with fire.

Boom!

One palm and one stele, bursting out with blazing energy fluctuations at the same time, approaching rapidly.

Bang!

When the palm print was about ten feet away from Ye Feng's side, the Nine Absolute Heavenly Stele began to tremble violently, and an irresistible violent force ricocheted onto the stele.

Ye Feng's footsteps suddenly stopped, and the Nine Absolute Heavenly Stele, which was raised above his head, finally flew out of his hand after a stalemate.

The strength of the semi-saint is self-evident.

It was just that the Nine Absolute Heavenly Stele escaped, but Ye Feng's figure did not stop. After his face sank, a green flame in his hand turned into a flying bird shape, accompanied by the rapid spread of Yuanli on his fists, and accumulated to the peak in an instant.

"Ten Directions Bagua, eight punches... merge into one!"

Roaring like a tiger, Ye Feng's shoulders shook left and right, discharging the remaining strength in his body, and the most powerful blow of the Ten Directions Bagua Fist continued to hit Ning Shentong.

The two of them were only ten steps away, and this punch had long been calculated by Ye Feng. When it burst out, it was as fast as thunder, and it hit Ning Shentong's chest in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the flaming palm print was also printed on Ye Feng's chest.

Below the battlefield, countless people exclaimed, and their hearts were raised to their throats.

Chen Xiao and others were undoubtedly shocked. No one expected that Ye Feng would choose such a desperate fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries.

It's just that it's hard to say whether he can hurt Ning Shentong, but he himself can definitely not withstand Ning Shentong's palm.

It's really... stupid.

Bang!

Sure enough, the flaming palm print fell, and Ye Feng's whole body was hit in the air, and his upper body was wrapped in a piece of flames.

Although he didn't know how serious his injury was, there was no doubt that he was in danger as a string of blood fell.

"Ants, I can't even catch a palm!"

Ning Shentong sneered. He didn't pay too much attention to the fist force that Ye Feng burst out and hit his chest. He just randomly stimulated a fire element to form a layer of energy armor to resist the attack of the fist force.

The figure was about to rush towards Ye Feng who was knocked away.

In his mind, even if Ye Feng raised his cultivation to the third level of the king realm, so what?

Can the third level of the king realm still hurt this half-saint?

However, the next moment, Ning Shentong suddenly exclaimed, his face suddenly changed, and he saw that the energy armor that had just condensed on his body made a clear cracking sound.

Almost in an instant, the fist force suddenly split into eight, turning into eight different attributes of power, some as fierce as the sea, some as soft as water, and it was seen that it burst out on his chest at the same time.

With a frown, a large amount of fire burst out from his body, shattering and decomposing the eight kinds of fist power, and then dispersing Ye Feng's attack. However, in this way, his attention to chasing Ye Feng was instantly lost.

He looked down at the torn robes on his body, and the fiery red fist mark still left on his chest seemed to be mocking and teasing him, making Ning Shentong's face become extremely gloomy.

Old man Xing couldn't even break his own robes, but was actually broken by a third-level king realm warrior.

"Old thief Ning, your combat power in the semi-saint realm doesn't seem to be very good."

Dozens of feet away, the flames wrapped around Ye Feng suddenly exploded, revealing a somewhat embarrassed figure. His upper body robes were all torn, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but his spirit was not damaged, and his high fighting spirit became even higher.

"What's the matter? You took a palm from me, but you're... okay?"

This scene was beyond Ning Shentong's expectation. His eyes were stern, and when his eyes fell on Ye Feng's chest, he showed some realization.

"Divine soil Ying soil? You still have such a treasure, no wonder you can withstand my palm."

"But this second palm of my old man, I'm giving you a bargain by blowing your head off... Well, I'll disrupt your energy flow, capture you and search your soul to refine your spirit, and see what use you have Ying soil for?"

Seeing that Ye Feng was not dead, cheers immediately rang out from below the city. But in addition to cheering, many people showed their worries. Under the bombardment of Ning Shentong's palm, the so-called divine soil Ying soil was dim and it seemed that it could not withstand the second blow for the time being.

"The true meaning of the flame."

Before they calmed down their throbbing hearts, Ning Shentong's second palm had already been hit.

This palm used the Jihuobao martial arts, and the power contained was incomparable to the previous one. Ning Shentong's right palm was crystal clear, as if it was really transformed by the glass flame.

Under the pressure of the palm print, the flow of Yuanli within a hundred feet stagnated. Everyone felt that their bodies were difficult and their meridians became dry and hot.

"No, this is difficult!"

Chen Xiao and others, who had always been full of fighting spirit, subconsciously showed a look of fear. Even at such a long distance, they could feel the power of the fire palm print. The situation of Ye Feng at a close distance can be imagined.

In the first palm, perhaps Ye Feng did exchange injuries for injuries, but for Ning Shentong, it was not an injury at all, and did not cause any substantial damage.

Except that he lost some face.

It is unimaginable to achieve this step with the first level of King Realm. Even if it is in the middle or even late stage of King Realm, it is impossible to hit a semi-saint or even blow up the clothes of a semi-saint.

Ye Feng's performance is undoubtedly shocking, but it is just like that at most.

Ning Shentong's more brutal and domineering second palm, what can he use to resist?