Chapter 17: The seventh level of heaven after death
Chen Feng said in a cold voice: "You are a thief who farts loudly. If you have the ability, you will see the real results! Do you only know how to talk?"
"Little beast, you are looking for death!" The middle-aged man in blue shirt was ridiculed by him. An angry look flashed on his face. He took off his belt with a swipe from his waist, then stretched out his hand and shook it, and a strip of more than one foot long appeared in his hand.
Black whip. The whip is jet black, with faint gold stars twinkling on it. It is absolutely extraordinary.
"You little beast, die!"
The middle-aged man in blue shirt shouted violently, and the whip in his hand was like a poisonous dragon. With strong infuriating energy, a giant dragon-like cyclone hit Chen Feng fiercely.
Chen Feng felt a chill in his heart. He judged that the middle-aged man in blue shirt was definitely very powerful.
He also roared, and a large golden handprint the size of a wheel condensed, punched out hard, and hit the dragon-shaped cyclone. When the two collided, Chen Feng groaned, took a step back, and a wisp of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. And Lan
He was middle-aged in a shirt, and his body just swayed a little.
It was obvious that Chen Feng was at a disadvantage.
"I already have the strength of 3,300 kilograms. With the blessing of the Great Mudra of Light, I have at least 3,500 kilograms of strength, but I am still no match for him! This man has at least five thousand kilograms, the strength of ten tigers. He is
A strong person in the middle stage of the seventh level the day after tomorrow!"
Chen Feng was shocked.
The middle-aged man in blue shirt opposite was also surprised. A touch of greed flashed in his eyes: "Little beast, what kind of skills are you using? You are so strong and domineering! With your acquired strength of only the fifth level, you can actually take me on.
A seven-level blow the day after tomorrow! Hand over the secrets of martial arts, or I will make you suffer countless pains and die!"
Chen Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, made a sound, and sneered: "You want my secret book? You'll have to pay for it with your life!"
"Little beast, if you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine! Let you have a taste of my 'Thirteen Styles of Beating the Soft Whip'! Little beast, you should feel lucky to die under the second-level yellow-level martial arts. You
None of them deserve to die under my whip!"
It turns out that his whip technique is a second-grade yellow level martial skill!
The middle-aged man in blue shirt waved his long whip, and the shadows of the long whip overlapped and formed a big mountain, pressing towards Chen Feng. Chen Feng showed no sign of weakness, and blasted out another bright hand seal, and Whip Mountain was hit.
Broken, he also took a step back and vomited blood.
"You can actually block this move of mine and then another move!" the middle-aged man in blue shirt said in slight surprise.
"Come again! Let's see who can't stop it!" Chen Feng was also aroused and laughed wildly.
The middle-aged man in blue shirt continued to use his whip technique, and Chen Feng blasted out with big bright hand seals one after another. The middle-aged man in blue shirt's whip technique was very complicated, the moves were exquisite, and his true energy was powerful, far surpassing that of Chen Feng, every time
The moves are all very powerful. On the other hand, Chen Feng's moves are just one move of the Bright Hand Seal.
But the Guangming Mahamudra was fierce and domineering, unparalleled in power. Even though he vomited blood for a while, he still managed to survive.
However, the middle-aged man in blue shirt could see that although this kind of advanced martial arts was powerful and could resist him beyond the level, this kind of martial arts consumed a lot of money and would not last long. He watched coldly, waiting for Chen Feng's true energy to dry up, and then he could kill him
Easily captured.
But what surprised him was that after he had fought fiercely with Chen Feng for a long time, the young man showed no signs of exhaustion of his energy.
How did he know that although Chen Feng was only at the fifth level of the acquired world and his realm was not high, his true energy was extremely powerful. In terms of quantity, it was not even close to the peak of the acquired sixth level. In his meridians, the true energy was flowing continuously, like a gurgling mountain stream, stretching endlessly.
Absolutely.
Chen Feng was about to spit out a mouthful of blood every time he fought, but instead he became more and more courageous as he fought, roaring again and again, with a crazy look in his eyes, and his desire to fight was extremely strong.
He has never fought against a master like the middle-aged man in blue shirt. Such a fierce battle will be of great benefit to him in increasing his combat experience. Even after using Mahamudra in continuous actual combat, he feels that his Mahamudra realm is improving and becoming more and more powerful.
So skillful and comfortable!
The middle-aged man in blue shirt became more and more frightened with the beating. He didn't want to delay it any longer. He felt that this kid was getting more and more powerful with the beating.
The seventh level of the day after tomorrow can't deal with the fifth level of the day after tomorrow? Wouldn't it make people laugh out loud if the news spread?
"No, this kid is too evil. We can't drag him on any longer. We have to do our best!" A ferocious look flashed across his eyes, and the middle-aged man in blue shirt shouted loudly: "Python roll!"
He was infuriating, and the whip in his hand was like a giant python. After stretching it straight, it turned back from an extremely tricky angle to form a ring. Around the ring, a ring-shaped cyclone was formed. The cyclone was like
It was a giant python connected head to tail, wrapping Chen Feng in the middle and spinning constantly.
Every time the cyclone rotates, it shrinks tighter. In the end, the cyclone dissipated, and the long whip wrapped Chen Feng tightly. Chen Feng roared again and again, but it was difficult to break free.
This is the most powerful move among the yellow-level second-level martial arts "Thirteen Stances of the Soft Whip" practiced by the middle-aged Lan Shi. It is tyrannical and domineering. The whip wraps up people like a python. This move is difficult to dodge, and it is even more powerful.
Hard to break free.
Looking at Chen Feng who was unable to break free, the middle-aged man in blue shirt laughed proudly and arrogantly: "How about it, little beast, do you know how powerful your grandpa is? Hurry up and hand over your martial arts intensive skills, otherwise, my whip will look like
Like a giant python, it will strangle you alive, bit by bit. Your bones will break, your internal organs will explode, and everything in your body will be squeezed into a puddle of rotten flesh. Do you want that?"
