As a warrior, Wei Han knew best how difficult it was to polish the body, and he thought he had achieved the ultimate.
But now facing Ye Feng, Wei Han can only get beaten
The strong wind in front of Wei Han was torn apart mercilessly, and Ye Feng carried a huge impact force and fell directly on Wei Han.
The bang was deafening.
Wei Han's expression was ferocious, his clothes were torn to pieces, and his whole body was blown ten meters away.
Drops of blood fell from Wei Han's body.
Wei Han's pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes. If the vitality in his body hadn't protected his heart, the blow just now might have left him seriously injured and dying.
Liu Lu on the side widened her beautiful eyes and licked the corners of her mouth.
As expected, Ye Feng is more powerful than Wei Han
Looking at Ye Feng's bronze skin, Liu Lu's delicate body trembled, her heart was filled with happiness, and the exciting scene of being whipped hard by Ye Feng emerged in her mind.
"Ahem!" Wei Han wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth and stared at Ye Feng gloomily. A sharp dagger appeared in his hand at some point, reflecting the cold glow.
"Death" Wei Han rushed towards Ye Feng like a lion, his sharp dagger drawing strange arcs in mid-air.
The Art of Killing
Wei Han boasts that no one can match him
Ye Feng stepped back with his right foot, and the purple storm in his pupils became more intense.
The friction sound between the hissing blades was extremely harsh.
Ye Feng held the Jinglong Flying Sword in his hand and faced Wei Han head-on.
The collision of blood and fire
The bodies of Ye Feng and Wei Han were intertwined, and they were close to each other in an instant, and the cold light of the blade tore through the sky.
It took thirty rounds, and the killing was inextricable.
Fireworks kept flashing.
Liu Lu blinked her beautiful eyes, this was simply an art of killing.
The shock in Wei Han's heart became more intense. He was actually at a disadvantage.
But how is this possible
In order to have the current strength, Wei Han had forgotten how many people he had killed and how much blood was stained on his hands.
But why can Ye Feng still suppress himself?
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Wei Han felt a burst of pain, and a bone-cut wound was cut on his arm.
Before Wei Han could react, Ye Feng had already arrived. With a feint, he stabbed Wei Han's abdomen with the Jinglong Flying Sword in his hand, and stirred it in with all his strength.
"You" Wei Han's life and death crisis became more and more intense. He waved a palm desperately and retreated backwards.
Wei Han covered the bloody wound and suppressed his injury, not daring to underestimate Ye Feng.
Wei Han took a deep breath, glanced at Ye Feng coldly, turned around and left.
"I want to escape, but can you escape?" Ye Feng's energy moved around his body, and his speed exploded to the extreme.
In just a blink of an eye, Ye Feng caught up with Wei Han and punched out
Wei Han's face turned grim at this, and he could only turn around, raise his arm, and take a punch from Ye Feng.
click
Wei Han's arm was bent, and the wound continued to expand.
Wei Han took a few steps back, his movement blocked by Ye Feng.
At this time, Wei Han was like a bloody man, looking extremely miserable.
This is the first time in so many years that Wei Han has been forced into such a desperate situation.
"Ye Feng, I really underestimated you." Wei Han's tone was cold, and every word was filled with cold murderous intent.
"You talk too much." Ye Feng was not interested in spending any more time with Wei Han. He also wanted to carry Wei Han's head to the Fengse Club as soon as possible.
But suddenly, Ye Feng's pupils shrank.
I saw that Wei Han's aura began to rise again, becoming overwhelming.
"This is the power of bloodline." Ye Feng did not expect that Wei Han also had a special bloodline.
"Ye Feng, you are seeking death on your own."
Wei Han clenched his fists, the veins on his face seemed to be torn apart, and said with a ferocious smile, "Ye Feng, you didn't expect that my bloodline is not something ordinary people have. With my bloodline level, the power I can unleash with all my strength can kill people."
You’re not the problem at all”
The vitality in Wei Han's body was raging crazily, and his blood was flowing rapidly.
At this moment, Wei Han was extremely terrifying and powerful.
Even a strong Taoist like Liu Lu couldn't help but tremble when he felt Wei Han's aura. His whole body looked extremely depressed, as if he was being suppressed.
If she fought with Wei Han, she would be killed by Wei Han in an instant.
"Let's finish it." Wei Han's blood surged, he raised his strength to the extreme, and flew straight towards Ye Feng.
"Yes, it's time to end." Ye Feng raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, mobilizing the energy in his body.
Violently, Ye Feng's breath surged
"How is that possible?" Wei Han's heart sank and his eyes widened, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
"Your Bloodline" Wei Han has an in-depth study of human bloodline. The higher the bloodline level, the higher the ultimate power that can be unleashed.
This is your trump card in a life-and-death showdown.
but now
Wei Han's whole body seemed to be pressed down by a huge mountain, making him unable to breathe.
Even his movements became sluggish.
Obviously,
Ye Feng's bloodline level is far higher than his
"You" Wei Han's pupils showed a look of fear. At this moment, he no longer had the idea of fighting Ye Feng. He just wanted to escape from here as quickly as possible.
He finally understood why Ye Feng was so powerful and had no defeat since arriving in Tiannan.
This kind of bloodline is naturally invincible
With a bang, Wei Han was knocked to the ground from mid-air by Ye Feng's punch, creating a human-shaped pit.
Wei Han felt severe pain all over his body, as if his body had been torn apart.
But Wei Han didn't dare to take any pause. He endured the injury and turned around to leave.
"It's really disappointing that you have such little ability." Ye Feng shook his head. He thought Wei Han would be a stronger opponent.
But now it seems that I overestimated the other party.
"It's time for you to accept trial," Ye Feng said coldly.
Wei Han shivered all over.
If possible, he would never provoke Ye Feng again.
This is not an opponent that I can deal with at all.
A snort
The Jinglong Flying Sword penetrated Wei Han's chest and abdomen.
Wei Han knelt down on one knee, covering his wound as the energy in his body gradually dissipated.
Ye Feng came step by step to Wei Han, looking down at the strongest instructor of the Leng Yan training camp, his voice was like the god of death, "Blood debts must be paid with blood."
Suddenly, a flash of blood flashed across Wei Han's pupils, his whole face was completely twisted together, and his hands were tearing at his scalp. The scene in front of him was like purgatory, surrounded by the training camp students who died under the torture of his own training.
These people turned into fierce ghosts, stretched out their sharp claws and came towards him one after another.
The eyes of these evil ghosts were full of hatred. They opened their huge mouths and tore at his flesh and blood, tearing out his bones and muscles from his body.
His heart was pierced again and again, and his skin was peeled and cramped.
Wei Han couldn't help but let out a shrill roar.
"Kill me, kill me." Wei Han widened his eyes and tried to escape from this illusion.
But the more it struggled, the more it fell.
"It's not that easy to die." Ye Feng's pupils showed an extremely strange cold light.