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Chapter 61 Killing(2/2)

With a pop, the spear directly penetrated the bodies of the two strong men, and blood flew in the air, which was extremely tragic.

"Roar!"

At the same time, from the right side, a beast roar sounded, exuding a wild spirit, and another strong man directly released his white tiger spirit. The white tiger roared and rushed towards Ye Feng's body.

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Ye Feng was so cold, even though many people had lost their lives in his hands at this moment, he didn't feel the slightest pity in his heart.

To his friends, Ye Feng could use all means to attack them, but to his enemies, he would only resort to the most iron-blooded killing methods.

"Destroy!"

Ye Feng uttered one word in his mouth, and the terrifying fist light burst out. With a roar, the white tiger war spirit shattered, and the fist light killed the person behind the war spirit through the air, making the man look extremely horrified, revealing a bit of horror.

The meaning of despair.

His body wanted to retreat, but it was too late. The terrifying fist light had already landed on his chest, killing him.

"boom!"

Almost at the same time, the figure of a powerful man appeared like a ghost, appearing on one side of Ye Feng's body. He was invisible and did not even release any breath. He had obviously practiced some kind of concealment method.

The strong man had a ferocious smile on his face, and the chill in his body was released. The palm print of death was printed directly on Ye Feng's chest, making a dull sound.

Ye Feng's body trembled slightly, but he did not move an inch. He turned his head and stared at the other person with his cold eyes, as if a sharp sword shot out from the depths of his pupils, penetrating everything.

"How is that possible? You're actually fine!"

The strong man's expression showed disbelief. He knew better than anyone else the power of his attack just now. It would be too much for ordinary ninth-level body refinement experts, not to mention that Ye Feng's cultivation was only at the seventh level of body refinement.

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And how could he know that Ye Feng had cultivated the Soul Refining Art to the level of perfection, and his physical body would be so terrifying that ordinary attacks could hurt Ye Feng.
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