Chapter 1672 The real power always comes from yourself!
Han Feng sneered, his eyes flashing with confidence. For him, killing a mid-term emperor was extremely simple.
As long as the formation comes, no mid-term emperor will be able to escape death!
This has something to do with his talent and the disc in his hand.
That's why he still chose to fight after seeing Ye Feng's extraordinary fighting prowess.
This is his confidence!
However, he was confident, but a little blind.
Ye Feng's combat power is not something that a mere mid-term emperor can kill.
At least late Emperor!
Even stronger, he can kill Ye Feng.
At this moment, the endless continent descended, and Ye Feng smashed it into pieces.
However, the next second, thunder filled the sky. However, Ye Feng's physical strength was so powerful that the thunder could not hurt him at all.
There is also the erosion of time. Although Ye Feng has not mastered the power of time, his body is still strong enough to resist the erosion of time.
In the formation, there are unpredictable changes, and various means are constantly flashing.
However, for Ye Feng, all this can only make him a little confused, but if he wants to hurt him, he can't.
"The formations are good, and there are endless ones, but you can't bite off more than you can chew. Such combat power is not as good as condensing the source of the most powerful blow!"
"This...maybe it will have some effect on me!"
Ye Feng smiled disdainfully and stood in the middle of the formation without any damage.
Han Feng frowned and his face suddenly turned ugly!
This person...
Is it so strong?
Even the methods within my own formation couldn't kill him?
How is this possible?
"Hmph! Since you want to see it, then go ahead and see it!"
While speaking, Han Feng took a deep breath and without saying anything, he directly made a mark with his palm.
In an instant, terrifying fluctuations erupted, directly condensing an unparalleled terrifying aura directly in this formation!
"The spirit of formation!"
Han Feng spoke, and after saying this, his eyes were full of coldness!
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, looked at the so-called formation spirit, and sneered.
Is it just this kind of thing?
Want to kill yourself?
ridiculous!
"Since this is all you have, then I'm sorry..."
"I don't have time to argue with you!"
After Ye Feng said this, he directly extended his finger!
Since the opponent is playing a formation, it's easy to handle.
The Eternal Art Sealing Technique is specifically designed to restrain this method.
Following Ye Feng's pointer, he softly uttered a word.
"seal up!"
The moment this word fell, an incomparable terrifying wave suddenly erupted between heaven and earth, and a forbidden aura descended.
The next second, everything in this formation stopped immediately!
What thunder, what years...
It's all useless!
Among Ye Feng's methods, all are at rest, and none of them can happen again.
Han Feng was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene.
He couldn't understand how it could be like this!
"You...what are you doing!"
He was frightened, and his eyes were filled with astonishment!
"What means?"
"Everything I use to deal with you is naturally a good one!"
After Ye Feng said these words, he slowly walked out of the formation. As his energy and blood dropped step by step, he became more terrifying, like the power of heaven and earth.
Han Feng's expression finally changed!
His methods had no effect, and he just let this kid walk out!
He can't figure it out!
How could my formation fail in front of him?
To be honest, Ye Feng was also surprised. His sealing technique could indeed seal everything, but he had never thought that it could be so powerful.
Can completely seal this formation!
Although it was an unexpected surprise, Ye Feng didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he stepped out and slowly walked towards Han Feng with a world-shaking pressure.
His power is nothing more than formation.
The formation was of no use, he was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, with only appearance.
"This is what you rely on."
"Without this method, you are too weak..."
After Ye Feng sneered and said this, he moved, his physical strength shattered the void, and in the next second, he came to him.
Han Feng wanted to struggle, but his force hitting Ye Feng could not cause any ripples at all, and Ye Feng's body did not even shake.
"Too weak..."
Ye Feng said, stretched out his hand, grabbed his head, and slammed it to the ground.
boom--!
The earthquake shattered, and Han Feng spurted out blood, his face was ferocious and full of blood.
However, he couldn't rely on Ye Feng's palm at all. He was grabbed by the head and smashed to the ground.
"Son of a bitch!"
"You...you are looking for death!"
Han Feng was furious, but he only responded with a disdainful smile, and his face bumped into each other again and again.
In fact, defeating Han Feng seems simple, but in fact it involves great dangers.
You know, if Ye Feng couldn't deal with his formation, he might have been wiped out in the formation long ago.
But once the formation was broken and the means were gone, Han Feng was like paper in front of Ye Feng.
At this moment, Ye Feng believed more and more that no method was as powerful as himself!
No wonder the ancient great powers all cultivated their bodies!
No matter the heaven and earth change, no matter the rules are turbulent, only the body remains unchanged, so that it can stand tall in the thousands of universes.
Ye Feng deeply felt that he could embark on the path of physical training. Otherwise, he would probably have a headache if he met a monk like himself.
After an unknown number of hits, Han Feng's breath was already weak. Ye Feng took the power of his brand and threw him directly.
His body was thrown thousands of miles away like garbage.
It hit the ground hard, spurting out a large mouthful of blood.
"Dog...dog thing..."
After he said these words, he fainted from serious injuries.
Most of the bones in the body are broken, and the internal organs are also displaced. Only a breath of immortal energy is hanging on, otherwise the body will surely die.
Han Feng's men didn't hesitate at all and fled here in a hurry. How could they have the courage to fight again?
At this moment, Ye Feng also absorbed the brand.
Thirty percent!
He alone has occupied 30% of his luck.
In this place of trial, he is one of the best.
Of course, Ye Feng also saw a more powerful aura of luck erupting in the distance.
Forty percent!
That person holds 40% of your luck.
There were two people left, shivering, and they could only stick to their mountains, not daring to move at all.
"Condensing 30% of the power of luck...award!"
"One of the origins of the avenue!"
After saying this, a light spot fell from the sky and fell into Ye Feng's hands.
This light spot...
It is the avenue of time!
Ye Feng suddenly laughed. With the Origin of the Great Way of Time, it would be much easier for him to realize it!
At this time, the thunder calamity also dissipated, Hong Qingyan slowly fell, and an extremely terrifying wave flashed in his eyes.