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Chapter 1947 Twelve times the king's fist!

Qian Xianjun's fists were burning, and blue veins on his arms were like angry dragons.

The next moment, Ye Feng moved, but at this moment, several dark light curtains penetrated Ye Feng's defense, leaving several blood columns on Ye Feng's body!

Rows of blood were sprinkled in the air.

But Ye Feng didn't care at all and shouted angrily: "Five times... God King Fist!"

It was like a punch from Mount Tai hitting the dark barrier, and the barrier was sunk, but it was still strong.

"Ye Feng, you are looking for death!"

Qian Xianjun frowned tightly, and he never expected Ye Feng to play cards without following the norm and dared to ignore his attack.

"You have the final say whether to seek death or not. Now, I will let you see how this bullshit barrier is broken! Open your dog's eyes and look carefully!"

The vitality in Ye Feng's body surged, and his bloodline power was opened in all directions, and his voice was like a thunder sound: "Ten times the God King's Fist!"

boom!

With one punch, the already sunken barrier formed a hole that was nearly half a minute, and the closed space was faintly connected to the external space.

"Damn it!"

Qian Xianjun's heart sank. He never expected Ye Feng to be so crazy, and he could withstand his own attack under such madness!

The most terrifying thing is that Ye Feng's power has exceeded the limit that his space can withstand.

"Twelve times... God King Fist!"

Ye Feng's face was covered with ferocious expressions, and he raised his arm again, but obviously, the twelve times of the God King Fist had exceeded the limit that Ye Feng could bear and could no longer be swung.

"Hahahahahaha! Ye Feng, stop doing futile things. If this continues, don't say that you can't break my space ban. Even you will explode and die. You are too overestimating your own strength!

"While the Qian Xianjun angered Ye Feng, he moved his power to the extreme. Dark auras began the most violent attacks, and he wanted to shoot Ye Feng directly into a hedgehog!

Hissing!

While Ye Feng was exerting all his strength, the defense of the light curtain around him naturally weakened, and more and more dark auras pierced into Ye Feng's body.

Blood kept overflowing from Ye Feng's body.

But at this moment, Ye Feng's arm, which had originally stagnated, rose again, and Ye Feng's breath rose again, and roared out word by word: "Twelve times... God King Fist!"

boom!

Ye Feng made a fuss and punched him out.

The fist wind roared, and the moment Ye Feng's fist hit the dark barrier, the entire barrier shattered, and the sound of the glass exploding was extremely crisp and loud.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, the closed space around him shattered and no longer existed.

With a quick step, Ye Feng rushed towards Qian Xianjun, raised his arm again, and swung his fist with his remaining might.

The moment the space ban was blocked and shattered, Qian Xianjun suffered a huge backlash. He was in front of him. Facing Ye Feng's sudden punch, he had no time to react, so he could only get a punch.

There was a loud bang!

Qian Xianjun's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, drew a parabola in the air, and then hit the ground violently, and he did not stand up for a long time.

On the other side, Ye Feng clenched his fists tightly to prevent his body from falling down. The vitality in his body was a little dispersed and his bloodline was almost exhausted.

Ye Feng let out a low voice like a ferocious beast, trying to pursue the victory, but the load on his body no longer allowed Ye Feng to continue.

Immediately, Ye Feng took a deep breath, circulated his vital energy, and tried his best to restore his physical strength.

This battle is destined not to end so soon!

Whoever can persevere to the end will win this battle.

At this moment, looking at Ye Feng's majestic appearance, people from all sides opened their mouths and couldn't say a word.

Just now, the moment Ye Feng exploded the space ban, everyone was shocked by Ye Feng's strength!

That blow is absolutely impossible for the half-step emperor to do it!

Although Ye Feng has not achieved the realm of Emperor, he has already entered another level!

"Ye Feng... is really more terrifying! Ye Feng can always grow in battle. The punch just now cannot be swung with Ye Feng's current strength, but Ye Feng still did it!"

"The perverted combat ability, this is something that is not accessible to the entire martial arts world!"

"Before this, who would have thought that Qian Xianjun, who was in the Imperial Realm, would be punched away by someone!"

"Whether we admit it or not, Ye Feng is indeed qualified to fight against the powerful emperor! As long as Ye Feng is not dead today, except for a few people, Ye Feng will be invincible!"

"It's like a dream. Five years later, Ye Feng returns. Everyone thinks that the era that belongs to Ye Feng is over, but who would have thought that in just one year, Ye Feng not only made up for the five years that disappeared, but also stood there.

The top of the martial arts world! If Ye Feng is given a few more years, will Ye Feng really be... invincible in the world!"

"This growth rate will be the nightmare of all Ye Feng enemies!"

Amazement came one after another. No matter how amazing the person was, no matter how proud the person was, he could only lower his head in front of Ye Feng.

At this time, a person from a foreign race felt cold all over.

Given the conflict between the foreign race and the Great Xia Dynasty, if Ye Feng comes to his house one day, who can stop it?

No one would doubt that as long as Ye Feng is not dead, the future martial arts world will definitely belong to Ye Feng!

Ying Wushuang's face looked extremely ugly.

Originally, even if Ye Feng became stronger again within ten days, Ying Wushuang was confident that he would surpass the other party in the future. But now, Ying Wushuang knew that he would not be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Ye Feng in his life.

The battle at the Tianjiao Conference may be when he was closest to Ye Feng.

This perception made Ying Wushuang feel extremely depressed.

He is as proud as him, but he has to admit that he is not as good as others.

"It's really a sad thing to be in the same era as Ye Feng."

Ying Wushuang shook his head secretly, but soon regained his cold expression. As the eldest son of the alien race, the dictator king, he may be in charge of the entire alien race in the future and must consider things from the perspective of the alien race.

"Ye Feng, if he is an enemy, he will never let him continue to live! If he is a friend... Oh, how can he live in peace between different races?" Ying Wushuang's eyes became extremely cold, and he had already thoughts.

Thinking about how to get rid of Ye Feng.

This is something he must consider as a heir to a foreign race.

On the other side,

Wan Yuan's face was pale, and he didn't even dare to look directly at Ye Feng's pupils, murmured: "How could there be such a monster in this world! How could there be such a terrible person in this world!

Immortal... How does the sea clan dominate the martial arts world! Damn it! No... Ye Feng must not continue to live. After the war is over, be sure to end Ye Feng's life!"


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