Jiang Ye's series of attacks not only showed that he was no weaker than him, but even more powerful, he also showed his extremely experienced life and death fighting experience.
Ye Qingfeng was extremely shocked in his heart. He really couldn't imagine how Jiang Ye, at such a young age, could have such a world-shattering cultivation level and such rich combat experience.
But now that his life is at stake, there is no time to think of unnecessary things for him.
Seeing that the yin and yang chakra was about to roll into his right hand, once it was sucked in, his entire right arm and even his shoulder would be crushed to pieces. At this critical moment, Ye Qingfeng didn't care much, he made a seal with his left hand, and spurted out a drop of semen from his mouth.
Blood.
The drop of essence and blood flew into the weak gap between the yin and yang chakra and Ye Qingfeng's right arm, and suddenly burst open, turning into a thin but indestructible barrier.
This is Ye Qingfeng's natural defense skill: the copper wall and the iron wall.
"Zizzizi!"
The yin and yang wheel hit the thin crimson barrier, splashing sparks like electric light. It only lasted for a moment, and the copper wall and iron wall were shattered by the yin and yang wheel.
But this short period of time was enough for Ye Qingfeng to escape and retreat.
In an instant, he retreated to a position more than ten meters away, formed a seal with his hands, and slammed the ground.
"A great river of earth!"
The ground cracked inch by inch, quickly forming a three-meter-wide chasm between him and Zhang Heng. The cement and soil blocks in the chasm melted instantly and turned into flowable concrete.
"rise!"
As Ye Qingfeng raised his hands upward, the concrete rose into the air and quickly solidified into extremely solid stones in the air.
A giant stone sword with a length of more than ten meters took shape between the two of them. Ye Qingfeng held the hilt in his hand and stabbed the yin and yang chakra fiercely.
When the long sword was shattered inch by inch until the hilt was completely shattered, the energy of the yin and yang chakra was finally completely exhausted.
At this time, the two of them had defeated each other's killing move, and they were only less than one meter apart. In a moment, the two of them made the same choice: to fight hand-to-hand.
The two rushed together, their iron fists and legs constantly clashing, as if two giant pile drivers were constantly colliding, making bursts of rumbles with a strong rhythm.
During the fight, Jiang Ye used Langya Jin in every blow.
The second of the eight desolate and ten moves, for a powerful opponent like Ye Qingfeng, its single-shot lethality is not high, and it is even so low that Ye Qingfeng cannot even notice it during the battle.
But gradually, without Ye Qingfeng knowing it, he had already accumulated serious internal injuries in his body.
Until Jiang Ye felt that the accumulation of internal injuries was almost done, he suddenly pulled back, flicked his fingers, and fired seven or eight punches with his fingers, which also made Ye Qingfeng keep retreating and hastily cracked.
Then, Jiang Ye took a deep breath and spit it out suddenly.
The seventh form of the Eight Desolate and Ten Forms is Xuanhuang Qi.
This breath of black and yellow energy consumed Ye Qingfeng a lot, and at the same time, it also widened the gap between the two.
At this moment, Jiang Ye's real killing move arrived.
The palms of his left and right hands were brought together up and down, pinched gently, and then pulled apart, and an arc like a waning moon was formed outside the palm of his right hand.
The left foot stepped on the ground, creating a deep hole in the ground with a "bang" sound. Jiang Ye's body turned 360 degrees on the spot, and when he accumulated enough strength, he threw the waning moon out of his hand.
Eight Desolate Ten Postures, Ninth Posture, Waning Moon Wheel.
The arrogant Tu Cheng died under this blow.
The waning moon wheel flew extremely fast, almost as soon as it was thrown out, it arrived in front of Ye Qingfeng.
An unprecedented sense of crisis made the hair on Ye Qingfeng's body stand up.
He knew that this was a truly fatal move, much more deadly than the previous Yin-Yang Wheel.
Instinctively, he mobilized a large amount of Qi in order to deal with this move.
But at this moment, what he had always ignored, the countless hidden injuries accumulated by Langya Jin broke out, and Ye Qingfeng was unable to raise his true energy for a while.
He watched the waning moon wheel cutting towards his neck at an unparalleled speed, with an extremely frightened look in his eyes.