Corpse energy surged throughout his body, Ye Feng's eyes flashed with green light, and he punched out.
"Boom!!!"
This punch weighs nearly 20,000 pounds, and even a small mountain will be shaken by it.
However, what made Ye Feng frown was that the punch seemed to be entangled by an invisible force, like hitting cotton.
"It's useless!" Xiang Zhuang said with a serious smile on his face, "The power of artistic conception is invisible. Your physical strength cannot break the power of artistic conception. Little bastard, tell me your secrets obediently, and I can
I’ll give you a good time. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind arresting you and sending you to those lunatics from the Scientific Research Department!”
"Since the power of artistic conception has been broken, I will kill you!"
"Kill me?" Xiang Zhuang bent down and laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"boom!"
Ye Feng's figure suddenly appeared next to Xiang Zhuang, and his fist crossed the afterimage.
"Little bastard, this is my artistic conception. Do you think you can hurt me? That's ridiculous!" Xiang Zhuang's figure sounded from all directions.
The huge bloody bat wings kept flashing, and Ye Feng frowned and floated in the air, helpless in his heart. Even after taking Qiongqi's blood essence, his combat power increased by 500. But facing Xiang Zhuang with a combat power of 2600, it was still not enough.
However, Ye Feng could also see that he could not defeat Xiang Zhuang's methods. With Xiang Zhuang's ability, it was impossible to kill him in a short while.
Just as Ye Feng guessed, Xiang Zhuang, who had integrated into the artistic conception, was indeed not sure of killing Ye Feng with one blow.
Zombies are said to be immortal and cannot be killed so easily.
Furthermore, Xiang Zhuang is not a Taoist priest and has almost no means to restrain the zombies. He can only trap Ye Feng with the power of artistic conception.
However, Xiang Zhuang will not sit still and wait for death.
"Choke!"
Suddenly, a sound of metal friction sounded.
Ye Feng suddenly turned around and looked at the rusty and bloody spear that was stabbing him horizontally. He turned his right hand into a palm and used his hand instead of a knife to face it fiercely.
"Clang!"
The bloody spear snapped in response.
However, the broken bloody spear did not disappear, but turned into a roll of blood and rushed towards him.
Ye Feng opened his mouth wide and swallowed the blood energy directly. There were muffled thunder sounds in his body, and corpse energy spurted out from his pores.
"boom!"
At the same time, Ye Feng's figure moved and shot towards the distance.
"I don't believe it, your artistic conception is boundless!"
"Want to escape?"
Xiang Zhuang's figure appeared in mid-air, staring coldly at Ye Feng who had turned into an afterimage.
With a sneer on his lips, Xiang Zhuang took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and rolls of blood-colored internal energy continued to flow between his fingers.
Gradually, Xiang Zhuang's whole body became cold and cold.
"Boom!"
Ye Feng, who was grazing, suddenly stopped and looked up.
Strange lightnings appeared in the bloody sky, and the huge whirlpool seemed to swallow everything. A spear, like a spear made of blood-colored jade, slowly emerged from the whirlpool.
"Death God!!!"
Xiang Zhuang's shouts echoed in all directions, rolling like thunder.
"boom!!!"
The blood gun slowly protruding from the vortex was like a fallen star, piercing towards Ye Feng.
Ye Feng's face darkened, this blood gun brought him a fatal sense of crisis.
Under this gun, everything in the world seems to be ants, and everything will be annihilated.
Xiang Zhuang's face was slightly pale. He looked at the blood gun falling from the sky and said solemnly: "Little bastard, you should rest in peace if you die under the unique skills of my Xiang family. Hum, but even if you die, I will
Let’s take your remains and study them!”
"Qing Ming!!!"
“Clang Clang Clang!!!”
Streams of bright cold light rose from behind Ye Feng, and nine hundred and ninety flying knives were connected end to end, like long whips, lashing out at the blood spears falling from the sky.
"Buzz!"
The blood gun shines brightly and emits strange energy ripples.
"boom!"
Before it even came into contact with the blood spear, the nine hundred and ninety flying knives seemed to have received a heavy blow, bursting apart and flying in all directions.
Ye Feng's blue eyes were filled with a cold light, and his white fangs were exposed, and he growled: "Chaoyang!!!"
“呲呲呲呲!!!”
The flying knives flying in all directions were suddenly ignited, and curls of flames seemed to melt the flying knives.
"What kind of martial arts is this?"
A look of surprise appeared on Xiang Zhuang's face as he looked at the flying knives that had condensed again in the distance. The flying knives whose handles were covered in flames seemed to turn into a scorching sun.
Chaoyang, one of the three major killing moves of Ten Thousand Wheels Slash.
This move places a heavy load on the flying knives. After this move, the 990 flying knives must be warmed for a period of time, otherwise they will completely break.
"boom!!!"
It was like the rising sun, with endless firelight splashing in all directions.
Hit the blood gun hard!
The two collided, and violent explosion ripples swept in all directions, shaking the entire artistic conception.
"puff!"
A wisp of blood spilled from the corner of Xiang Zhuang's mouth.
"Damn it, you actually hurt my artistic conception!" Xiang Zhuang clenched his fists, "Little bastard, today, I will cut you into pieces."
Ye Feng suddenly turned around, his eyes flashed with cold light, staring at Xiang Zhuang, who was suspended in the air in the distance with a ferocious face, "Return to the ruins!!!"
The last killing move of Wan Lun Zhan.
"boom!"
The scorching sun above Ye Feng's head suddenly burst, dust returned to dust, dust returned to dust!
Looking at the cracking sun, Xiang Zhuang felt an ominous feeling in his heart, as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.
"He actually made me feel a sense of crisis? How is this possible?" From the beginning to the end, even though Ye Feng was in trouble, Xiang Zhuang did not think that he would be in danger.
But now, Xiang Zhuang's instinct told him that he must leave immediately.
Suddenly, a pile of metal scraps appeared around Xiangzhuang.
"What's this?"
Layers of metal powder continued to fall, Xiang Zhuang's pupils suddenly shrank, and the internal energy rolled out as if it was free of money.
Every grain of metal powder possesses terrifying power, just like an indestructible sword.
“Clang Clang Clang!!!!”
In mid-air, Xiang Zhuang was covered by rounds of sparks, and the dense and countless metal powders swept across him.
Ye Feng's eyes were cold, and corpse energy as black as ink surged out.
"Feng Yan Territory!!!"
"Buzz!"
In a daze, the scenery in front of Xiang Zhuang changed.
"Damn it, it's that illusion again!"
Looking at the apocalyptic scenes emerging around him, Xiang Zhuang's expression changed drastically.
The sky shook and the earth shook, and the stars fell.
Ten figures with strange auras walked out of the stars.
These ten figures are surprisingly the ten painted souls. As the Nightmare Eyes continue to transform, they have completely integrated with the Fengyan Realm.
Ye Feng seemed to be able to penetrate the sparks surrounding Xiang Zhuang. His lips moved slightly, "Kill...Xu!"
"Buzz!"
Fei Yi's mother sword suddenly turned into an afterimage and stabbed towards Xiang Zhuang's eyebrow.
"puff!"
Blood sprayed out, and the center of Xiang Zhuang's brow was torn open by the mother's knife.
"You little bastard, you deserve to die!!!"
As the mother knife penetrated, Xiang Zhuang broke away from Feng Yan Territory in an instant, his eyes full of anger and awe, like a tiger that was stimulated.
