Xiang Zhuang's eyes flashed with blazing light, "The only ones that can rebound my artistic conception attack are the Yang family's Great Shift and the Murong Family's Star Shift. However, there was no energy fluctuation in the technique he just used. In other words,
This technique is not about a great shift in the universe or a shift in the stars!"
Thinking of this, the smile on Xiang Zhuang's face became even brighter. He moved his steps and disappeared from the spot.
On the other side, Ye Feng's speed was unreserved, and his whole body turned into a ball of flame, shooting towards the depths of the no-man's land.
Along the way, all kinds of monsters and monsters were frightened and trembled by his amazing momentum.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly!
Ye Feng turned around and continued running in the other direction.
In front of his path, the space was distorted, and Xiang Zhuang's figure slowly walked out.
Staring at Ye Feng's disappearing back, Xiang Zhuang's expression was a bit ugly. It was true that he was the strongest person in the Yangshen Realm, but he could not continuously integrate into the space, which consumed too much of his artistic conception power.
With a movement of his right hand, a talisman appeared in Xiang Zhuang's hand.
"You little bastard, you actually let me waste a lightning talisman. You should be cut into pieces with a thousand knives!" After saying this, Xiang Zhuang pressed the talisman to his chest.
"Bah!"
Suddenly, a roll of electricity emerged from the talisman and covered Xiang Zhuang's legs.
"Boom!!!"
In an instant, Xiang Zhuang turned into a bolt of pure lightning and disappeared from where he was.
"not good!"
Ahead, Ye Feng's expression changed drastically. Hearing the sound of breaking through the air behind him, he turned his head suddenly, and a cold light rolled in his green eyes.
"Little bastard, why don't you run away?"
Xiang Zhuang's figure appeared in Ye Feng's sight, and the electricity in his legs slowly restrained.
Staring at Ye Feng, whose face was shrouded in black mist, Xiang Zhuang had a serious smile on his face, "Little bastard, hand over the technique you used to deflect my artistic conception attack just now, otherwise, I will make your life worse than death!"
"Don't force me!" Ye Fenghan said in a cold voice.
"Don't force you?" Xiang Zhuang couldn't help but laugh, "Little bastard, show me all the cards you have, otherwise, you will die miserably."
Ye Feng clenched his fists and thought to himself, "Mentor, can taking Qiongqi's essence and blood allow me to break through to the third generation of zombies?"
"It's very difficult!" The instructor's voice sounded in Ye Feng's mind, "Master can gain 100,000 zombie experience evolution points by swallowing Qiongqi's essence and blood. Logically speaking, he can break through. However, every breakthrough requires vast energy. Master
You currently only have more than 30,000 zombie experience and evolution points. In other words, Qiongqi's essence and blood need to consume more than half of the energy to allow the master to touch and break through the bottleneck. The remaining energy may not be able to break through the bottleneck!"
Ye Feng squinted his eyes and said, "Even if I can't break through, you can still improve my physical data, right?"
"Yes!" The instructor's answer was affirmative.
Ye Feng still had some hesitation in his heart. The gap in combat power between him and Xiang Zhuang was too big, unless Qiongqi's blood essence could double his physical data.
Just when Ye Feng hesitated, Xiang Zhuang suddenly moved, with a strange light in his eyes.
"Buzz!"
For a moment, Ye Feng felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire.
With a serious smile on his face, Xiang Zhuang walked towards Ye Feng step by step, "You don't have any energy fluctuations in your body. You must be a body refiner, right?"
"Bah!"
As Xiang Zhuang approaches, rolls of internal energy, like substance, continue to fall on the soul-stirring suit.
"This dress?"
There was a look of surprise on Xiang Zhuang's face. Looking at the soul-stirring suit that could withstand the erosion of internal energy, his eyes lit up, "It's quite a treasure!"
"Feng Yan Territory!!!"
"What?"
Xiang Zhuang suddenly raised his head, and a pair of blue eyes came into his eyes.
"Boom!!!"
In a daze, Xiang Zhuang seemed to see the stars falling, the sky and the earth were shrouded in endless darkness, and ten huge stars were dragging their flaming tails, raging around the world.
Ten stars sit cross-legged and form a figure.
suddenly!
The ten figures sitting cross-legged all opened their eyes, their cold and ruthless eyes seeming to destroy everything in the world.
Ye Feng's face was as pale as paper, he took out the Yun Mei Dan that he had exchanged before and threw it into his mouth.
In just three seconds, all 60 charm points were consumed.
Five Yun Charm Pills can only restore 50 points of charm.
"Choke!"
"Qing Ming!!!"
A flying knife exuded an icy luster, rising from behind Ye Feng, as if it had turned into the palm of a big demon.
Vaguely, the nine hundred and ninety flying knives seemed to turn into a bright galaxy, trying to penetrate the sky.
One of the three major killing moves of Ten Thousand Wheels Slash, Qing Ming!
“Clang Clang Clang!!!”
At the same time, Xiang Zhuang, who was trapped in the Feng Yan Realm, suddenly opened his eyes, with a look of horror deep in his eyes.
"roll!!!"
The internal force rolled over and solidified into a wall, resisting the nine hundred and ninety flying knives falling from the sky.
The flying knives were connected end to end, like a spear, and like a long whip, lashing towards Xiang Zhuang fiercely.
"Chang!!!"
The invisible wall formed by the internal force suddenly collapsed, and cracks appeared on dozens of flying knives.
This was a Xuanpin first-level flying knife, and it was almost shattered.
One can imagine how powerful Xiang Zhuang's internal strength is.
"Cough cough cough!"
Xiang Zhuang stepped back, his energy and blood boiling, and murderous intent flowing in his eyes, "Little bastard, you almost hurt me!"
Looking at the ferocious-looking Xiang Zhuang, Ye Feng sighed in his heart. He had a lot of trump cards and could even kill the most powerful person in the early stage of the Yang God Realm. But the Xiang Zhuang in front of him was too perverted, even though he was in the Yang God Realm.
It is in the early stage, but its combat power is as high as 2600, which is comparable to the strongest in the middle and late stages of ordinary Yang Shen realm.
"You little bastard, I'm going to cut you into pieces and turn you into a specimen!!!"
"Yuyuyuyu!!!"
Suddenly, a low horse's cry sounded.
Xiang Zhuang looked stunned, turned his head slightly, and looked in the direction of the horse's braying.
Ye Feng was delighted, "Is it a bone horse of death?"
"What kind of monster is this?"
Xiang Zhuang had a look of surprise on his face as he looked at the black horse that suddenly appeared.
The size of the Death Bone Horse is similar to that of a normal horse, but it is completely black and hairless, with two white bones exposed on its abdomen, like a saddle. What is even more surprising is that the four hooves of the Death Bone Horse are shrouded in black mist.
Every step he takes seems to possess magic power, as if he is teleporting.
"Yuyuyuyu!"
When the Death Bone Horse saw Ye Feng, joy filled its blood-colored eyes, and it kicked forward and disappeared.
Ye Feng only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the Death Bone Horse appeared next to him, rubbing his arm affectionately with its head.
"What a speed!"
According to the instructor, the Death Bone Horse's strength is comparable to that of a strong person in the early stages of the Fusion of God Realm, but I didn't expect that its speed would be so fast, so fast that it seemed like it was teleporting.
"Hahaha!"
Suddenly, Ye Feng laughed loudly, turned over, jumped on the back of Death Bone Horse, and shouted, "Let's go!!!"
"Yuyuyuyu!!!"
The death bone horse raised its head and neighed excitedly, raising its front hooves high.
"call out!"
The front hooves fell, and the figure of the Death Bone Horse disappeared, leaving only a thin roll of black mist.
"Damn it!"
Seeing the death bone horse carrying Ye Feng and escaping, Xiang Zhuang gritted his steel teeth, and with a fierce light rolling in his eyes, he growled, "Little bastard, do you think you can escape from the grasp of this general?"
