Ye Feng is now in serious injuries. Fortunately, he still has the energy in his body that has not completely refined the Nine-Piece Tianshan Snow Lotus, otherwise Ye Feng might have fallen.

Hong Zijing at his peak was indeed terrible, he was the most powerful opponent Ye Feng had ever met

With every blow, Hong Zijing was extremely cruel and headed towards Ye Feng's life gate.

If you are careless, you may be doomed.

Just after a few moves, Ye Feng knew that he might not be Hong Zijing's opponent.

but,

How can you be sure of fighting every time?

If you don’t experience life and death, you will never know where your limit is.

"Young Master Ye, you won't be my opponent. You'd better surrender earlier. In this way, you can die more decent." Hong Zijing's eyes were cold, locking Ye Feng's entire retreat, and at the same time, a wisp of spiritual consciousness was towards him.

It spread around to ensure that no one intervened in the battle.

"Until the end, how do you know that I am not an opponent. Before life and death are divided, Mr. Hong, you should not be so confident?" Ye Feng's tone was calm.

The more time there is in this life-and-death crisis, the less you cannot panic.

Hong Zijing's pupils shrank, and obviously he didn't expect that it was now, Ye Feng could still be calm.

"Young Master Ye, it seems that you are really unhappy if you are not in the Yellow River. Since that's the case, I will fulfill your wishes."

Hong Zijing has limited time and it is impossible for him to continue to spend time with Ye Feng.

Seriously,

Hong Zijing rushed straight towards Ye Feng, and used his killer moves frequently.

Boom boom boom boom

After one round of attack, Ye Feng was completely at a disadvantage and could only force himself to fight Hong Zijing.

But Ye Feng was not completely unable to fight back.

Ye Feng's purple gold heavy pupils flowed down his lines of blood, capturing Hong Zijing's battle traces. As long as there was a slit, Ye Feng would stab out like a spear and attack Hong Zijing's life gate.

The two of them were fighting back and forth, to some extent, they were incomparable.

"Ye Feng is too perverted. That's Hong Zijing at his peak. Ye Feng was able to survive until now under Hong Zijing's bombardment."

"The most important thing is that Ye Feng is seriously injured and dying now, but you see that Ye Feng's attack is still orderly and without any panic. This is a fighting genius."

"If this continues, maybe Ye Feng may have been able to support this half hour. After half an hour, the secret technique of Hong Zijing's time tracing will come. At that time, the victory or defeat will not be certain."

Bang

Hong Zijing's face was full of blood vessels, and a heavy punch collided with Ye Feng's palm like a meteorite.

Click

Ye Feng retreated again, and the injuries on his body became a little heavier. Blood continued to flow down the corners of his eyes, forehead, and cheeks, which was shocking and extremely terrifying.

But even in this case, Ye Feng still stood upright, like holding on to the green mountain pine trees, standing proudly.

"Bastard" Hong Zijing was breathing out turbid air, but he would never have thought that Ye Feng's resistance was so strong.

If it were someone else,

I should have died after suffering such an almost fatal injury

But Ye Feng could find a gap to fight back

"Slay the Dragon"

Ye Feng's voice exploded, and strands of qi rushed towards Hong Zijing's internal organs like giant dragons rolling in the clouds.

Hong Zijing's face darkened, and he had been killed by these purple-red auras for some time.

It was in this moment that Ye Feng recovered some of his qi and blood.

"Can't go on like this anymore"

Hong Zijing stared at Ye Feng in gloomyness, and a ray of ominous premonition gradually arose in his heart.

According to his expectations, he should end the battle within five minutes.

But now, it has been ten minutes. Although he has been at the upper hand, as long as Ye Feng does not fall, he will not win this battle.

Rapid,

Hong Zijing's figure became more and more illusory. He supported his hands up, and waves of halos formed, instantly covering Ye Feng's head, locking Ye Feng's figure.

Condensing this killer move, Hong Zijing breathed a sigh of relief and said coldly, "Ye Feng, everything should be over, die."

After speaking,

Hong Zijing's body circulates blood and waves his hands

moment

Under the aperture, the crazy and explosive beams of light continued to fall towards Ye Feng's Tianling Cover, like hail.

Ye Feng could not avoid these beams of light

boom

At the critical moment, Ye Feng supported a light curtain and forcibly blocked the roaring beams of light.

But soon,

The light curtain had cracks under the explosion of the light beam.

With Ye Feng's current strength, he could not resist such a violent attack at all.

"Ye Feng, your legend has come to this point." Hong Zijing showed a vicious smile, his energy burst into between his hands, and the beam of light under the aperture became even more terrifying and fierce.

A bang

The light curtain formed by Ye Feng shattered suddenly, and beams of light hit Ye Feng directly.

"Brother-in-law" Tang Ying screamed in panic, her little face was pale and she wanted to rush over, but was pulled by Tang Yanqi.

Tang Yanqi's delicate body was also trembling at this moment, and his voice kept trembling, "Don't go past now and past will only distract your brother-in-law."

"Sister, brother-in-law," Tang Ying choked and was really scared.

"Believe him" Tang Yanqi bit his thin lips, his tone was low, and a trace of blood in his eyes spread.

If Ye Feng really has any accidents,

She will choose to die with Hong Zijing

"Hahahahaha, Ye Feng should die now, he still wants our sect leader's Xuanbing Bead. He is really overestimating his ability." The people from the Hongmen kept grinning and let out a vicious curse.

"If you say something else, believe it or not, I will kill you." Yu Yasu Bai's eyes were cold, and his scarlet eyes were staring at these people.

Mo Qingyan and the King of Hell looked at each other, and a cold sweat as big as beans appeared on their foreheads.

"No, Ye Feng's breath is still Ye Feng's not dead yet"

now,

Under the roar of light, the energy danced.

Ye Fengda held the pitch-black Canglan sword in his hand, and strangled it across his chest. Strands of sword energy continued to rage, blocking the destructive attack of this mark.

puff

Ye Feng spewed out a mouthful of thick blood, his body shaking even more, and almost every inch of his skin was wounded.

Ye Feng spat with blood and looked at Hong Zijing, the leader of the Hong Sect, with a hoarse and firm voice, "Old Master Hong, you can't do it, what other means do you have? Even if you use it, I want to see if you fall down first, or

I'll fall down first."

"you"

Looking at Ye Feng's ferocious face and the murderous intent released at this moment, Hong Zijing trembled all over, as if he was in close contact with the God of Death, and an inexplicable sense of fear surged in his heart.

"You're not dead"
Chapter completed!