Ye Feng smiled wildly, not caring about the injuries on his body at all. He was like a ferocious dragon, heading towards Fu Tianyi.
"I don't know that even if I exhaust everything today, I will kill you, the priest, here so that you can understand what awe means to make you understand the Fu family in Jinling. No one can provoke you to understand me, Fu Tianyi, not you can
The existence of guilt"
"The Fourth Style of the Sky Ridge"
Fu Tianyi gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain in his body, and continued to burn the essence and blood in his body, condensing all his power into a dazzling beam of magic, like a spear, stabbing Ye Feng's chest and abdomen.
This spear's magic beam burst out with extremely terrifying power at the extreme speed, breaking the gang wind defense in front of Ye Feng at the first time to force Ye Feng's power to suppress Ye Feng's power.
, you have to penetrate Ye Feng's heart and lungs.
At the critical moment, Ye Feng's body flashed, and the blazing beam of light left a blood hole in Ye Feng's arm.
Ye Feng stood there, raised his eyebrows, feeling a stronger crisis.
Everyone around was breathing and swallowing their saliva, not daring to blink at all, for fear of missing any scene of this battle.
"Ye Feng was actually injured. The powerful Nine Styles of the Sky Ridge are worthy of being the strongest attack method of Mr. Fu Tianyi."
"This is the forbidden technique that Mr. Fu Tianyi and Fu did not hesitate to use all his power, and it is naturally unparalleled."
"The most terrifying thing is that the nine-style Tianji style is stronger than the one. Now Ye Feng is seriously injured in the fourth style. I think Ye Feng may not be able to support the last move of the nine-style Tianji style."
"This is the game that depends on who falls first. If Ye Feng can survive the nine-style attack of the Tianji, Ye Feng can win this battle and make Yu Qingwei the new Lord of Jinling. On the contrary, Ye Feng will die
Daoxiao, Fu Tianyi, Mr. Fu's reputation reached its peak"
"This is a bet on all life and death battles, and the winners will be killed."
"The fifth style of the sky halberd"
Fu Tianyi didn't care at all. He stared at Ye Feng with his bloodshot eyes, not missing any chance that might have taken Ye Feng's life.
Another powerful magic beam roared down towards Ye Feng.
Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was still no way to avoid it. His five fingers opened, he held Canglan's sword, and Haohao slashed away in the air with one sword.
With a bang,
Ye Feng took a few steps back again, the tiger's mouth cracked open, and drops of blood penetrated into Canglan's sword, and the sword edge contrasted with a strange light.
Ye Feng stood upright, like a Jinsong who could not be defeated, looking directly at Fu Tianyi, who was full of evil spirits, and his voice was loud, "Old Master Fu, is there only one point in your power that you put in all your strength into? Isn't it too weak. If so,
You can't protect Jinling City."
"Don't be arrogant"
"The Sixth Style of the Sky Ridge"
Fu Tianyi did not talk nonsense with Ye Feng. Although the Nine-style Tianji style was stronger than the other, the load on the body was heavier than the other.
This time, the sky's light curtain fell towards Ye Feng like the sky collapsed.
Ye Feng frowned tightly, and Canglan's sword kept flying around him, forming the strongest defense of the gale.
Bang bang
The gravity of thousands of pounds pressed on Ye Feng, making a dull sound.
The clothes on Ye Feng's shoulders were completely cracked, but how could these forces crush Ye Feng's backbone?
Ye Feng was still standing there, wearing black clothes moving in the wind.
Even if blood is stained,
But he is not weak in the slightest appearance of a god of war.
"I don't believe you will not die"
Seeing Ye Feng still alive and having a tendency to become more and more courageous, Fu Tianyi felt a trembling heart and burst out all his strength regardless of everything, fully exerting the seventh style of the Sky Spherpent and the eighth style of the Sky Spherpent, and the explosive power rushed towards
The wind of the leaves rolls down like a rolling mudslide
Such continuous impact of power is enough to annihilate a half-step extraordinary strong man into ashes.
But Ye Feng's face was calm, and he slowly released his own domain world, and instead of retreating, he continued to advance, and dripping blood condensed into shape, and countless blood-colored beams turned into magical killing methods, like countless arrows, rushing forward
.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
The shocking showdown between two forces is like a confrontation between thousands of troops.
Rubber on the ground flies, and the sound of sonic booms continues to ring.
Everyone in Jinling City retreated out, fearing that they would be implicated by the murderous intent that scattered out.
These murderous intents,
Even a powerful person in the divine realm will be seriously injured once he touches him.
When the energy dissipates.
A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, his body swayed a little, and his arms were constantly trembling.
I have to say that the power of the seventh style of the Tianji and the eighth style of the Tianji is extremely terrifying.
If Ye Feng had not been strong enough, if Ye Feng's physical strength was not strong enough, he might not have been able to resist such an attack.
"Ahem"
Ye Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression still unyielding. He looked at Fu Tianyi, who was also covered with scars, and sneered, "Old Master Fu, this is not your limit, can your elderly body still hold on?"
Fu Tianyi's face was ferocious, his fists were clenched, and his sharp nails were completely pierced into the flesh and blood in his palms.
He really didn't expect that the Nine Heavenly Ji Styles could not completely kill Ye Feng when he went to the eighth stage.
And at this time,
He almost exhausted
By forcibly using this taboo technique, Fu Tianyi's body was extremely tired and his qi was disordered.
"Ye Feng, don't be proud of me. I have another move. I see what you can use to block it."
Fu Tianyi forcibly suppressed his anger and fear, mobilized his strength again regardless of everything, and roared, "The Nine Styles of the Sky, the Last Style, Tianmeng"
After speaking,
Fu Tianyi's entire body was wrapped in qi and continued to rotate, forming a light ball with endless power that shone brightly.
It was also at this moment that a terrifying aura continued to climb upwards and was about to break through the shackles of half a step of extraordinaryness.
"This is the last blow that Mr. Fu Tianyi and Mr. Fu put all his strength into his efforts. Life and death are at this moment."
"What a terrifying power. Just by feeling the breath of this power, I can't have any courage to fight."
"The extraordinary power is wrong and has not truly reached the extraordinary power, but it is almost the same. If it weren't for a strong man in the extraordinary realm, it would be impossible to block this attack."
"Ye Feng is now seriously injured. What should he use to block this last and the strongest killer move."
At this moment, everyone was holding their breath, clearly visible hairs all over their bodies, staring at the center of the battlefield.
Yu Qing's face turned pale, and she kept praying in her heart that Ye Feng would be safe and sound.
"Ye Feng, everything should end your death, it is the price you have to pay."